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</div>Lounged back at his desk in his Dad’s dealership, Parker stared blankly at the wall, casually twirling a pen in his fingers.   How boring was this?  How did people do this day in and day out?  It didn’t make sense to him at all, and he had only been here for a few months.  Wait, had it been months already?  After graduating high school, it had been pretty apparent from the lack of acceptance letters rolling in that Parker had not done well enough a job turning his grades around to get into a college that he wanted to go to.  Not the end of the world maybe, but it meant that his girlfriend Payton would be heading off onto this next adventure without him, their sudden distance ended up being the final straw that broke their relationships back.<br/><br/>Scowling, Parker pushed that thought from his mind.  That relationship was over, done with, gone.  It had been months now, and he had never been the type to live in regret for these sort of things.  Besides, he had plenty of other regrets.  For one, here he was, living out what he had always thought of as one of his greatest fears.  Working for his dad.  He didn’t know it of course, but Parker actually had it pretty good.  Working just a few hours a week, he was making almost as much as the full time salesmen, and he had plenty of time off for his community college classes and “studying”.   Parker figured another month, and another monthly bonus, and he’s have enough saved for the deposit on the apartment he had been eyeing and he’d finally be out of his Dad’s ridiculous castle house.<br/><br/>Leaning back in his chair, Parker was just starting to put his feet up when his desk phone began ringing.  Surprised, but thinking it was just his Dad checking up on him for the fifth time, Parker grabbed up the receiver.<br/><br/>“Parker Starr.” he answered.<br/><br/>“Hey, Parker, it’s Jimmy.” The tow truck driver replied, a grin evident in his tone already.  “I just dropped a customer off in your showroom.  Her van died, so she is in a buying mood, I am betting.  And trust me, you do NOT want to miss this one.”<br/><br/>“Alright Jimmy, thanks for the tip.”  Parker laughed into the phone, shaking his head as he hung up.  Jimmy was a good guy, and Parker could use a sale to bump his numbers.  Probably why Parker was very careful never to bring up exactly what kind of girl Jimmy’s daughter had been in high school.<br/><br/>Standing from his desk, Parker adjusted his suit jacket and walked out of his glassed in office at the same time that Sam, the other salesman working that afternoon, lumbered out of his.  Surprised by that, it only took a quick glance to see what it was that had gotten lazy ass Sam to stand up.   Over at the fancy new touch screens was what had to be the best pair of legs Parker had ever seen.  And these didn’t look like the legs of some gangling girl unsure of herself either.  No, these legs were toned and fit, and certainly the kind that had no trouble pulling off jean shorts cut that high.  Licking his lips,<i>Thank you Jimmy!</i>, Parker clapped a hand on Sam’s shoulder.<br/><br/>“Best let me take this one Sam.   She looks out of your league in about six different ways.”  Not waiting for a response, Parker walked in front of the large man, and headed straight for his new favorite customer.  Behind his back, Sam snarled silently and thought about putting this little bastard in his place.  Unfortunately Sam knew Parker’s dad all too well, and with his own tight little piece of ass at home, how long was it before he turned his auto business over to this little shit?  And Sam could hardly afford to be laid off.  It wasn’t like a lot of places were hiring salesmen in their 50’s.   Gritting his teeth, Sam lumbered right back to his chair and his game of solitaire, pushing blond beauties he had no chance with from his mind.<br/><br/>Walking across the polished floor, Parker made sure his suit was straight with a little more interest this time as he approached the long legged beauty.  “Welcome to Starr Motors.”  He said in his best salesman greeting tone,  “Was there anything I could help you find, Miss…?  Wait, Mrs. Summers, is that you?”  Parker asked, his approach from the side finally bring the lovely blonde’s features, Payton’s Mom’s features, into view.