I own six Chevrolets. I drive one to the beach, park it, get a taxi home, drive another to the beach, park it, repeat. By around, I don't know, 1pm? I'm beachside, leaning against one of my six parked Chevy's, every one synced up playing "The Flu" by Sensations Fix, walking from Chevy to Chevy with a swagger and rhythm, hips thrusting to the riff of "The Flu". By this point, an audience has formed. They want to know, who is this guy? This guy with six beachside Chevy's, and such good taste in music? I point to a member of the audience, a college girl, must JUST have turned 18, point at my thrusting crotch, then point at each Chevy in sequence, pretending to be shooting at them with my fingers. She walks towards me, and she's inches from my body, staring at my face in adoration. I hold my pistol-fingers in front of her mouth. She blows on them. She sucks on them, keeping eye contact with me briefly, before I grab her hips and spin her around to face the audience. My left hand pushes her head down, my right hand pulls her ass into my thrusting crotch. By this point "The Flu" must be on its fifth repeat, and the audience has grown considerably. They cheer me, and I shout to them "She's barely 18 years old!" while walking her around like a dog, bent over, my crotch thrusting against her collegiate ass. Her father is in the audience. He yells "that's my little girl! That's my baby!" and he's thrown into the sea with a "splash!" as my Chevy's gleam under the blazing afternoon sun. The riff of "The Flu" kicks in again and I pull six Chevy keys out of my pockets. "Who wants to drive a Chevy home?!" I ask the audience, and they explode in rapture. I toss one key into the audience, then other, then another, leaving myself with just one Chevy key. The keys are caught, and the catchers run to the Chevy's, turning the keys in the ignition. Each Chevy explodes as soon as the key is turned. "The Flu" remains playing in my Chevy, and I walk double-step, thrusting to the rhythm. I open the door of my Chevy and hop in the drivers seat. The college girl hops into the passenger seat and immediately begins giving me road head. "Woah baby" I say, "let's save that for the road". I do a burnout, sending asphalt and sand pelting into her father's face as he stumbles out of the ocean. He's got a hard-on! He trips up under the force of the spraying asphalt and the hard-on snaps against the concrete. "That's too bad for your old man" I say to my college girl. "Hey, shouldn't you be giving me road head right about now?". I push her back onto my crotch as the Chevy takes off, like in Grease. "The Flu" starts playing again. We shoot into the sky, the adoring cries of the audience fading into the distance under the the roaring engine of the Chevy.