STS Ch-61 (Patreon)

“So, how is it?” the man asked with a wide grin as he slid into the passenger seat while I eased the car into my driveway.

“It’s great,” I said honestly, turning off the engine. “It glides like butter melting in a pan. But if I’m completely honest, it can’t beat my 911 Turbo.”

I stepped out of the red car and shut the door gently, almost reverently. Even if it was the lesser variant, it needed to be treated with care. A few feet away, parked neatly in the driveway, stood my silver Porsche 911 Turbo, the one I’d bought with my own money.

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