"What are you doing!" Mr. Crawford shouted, his face turning the darkest shade of pink as he boiled with what I could only presume to be anger and frustration mixed with a bit of embarrassment.
I wanted to say in response, getting sucked off dad, but I highly doubted that joke would be appreciated.
Jon was pulling his pants up and slipping out the limo in no time at all and I tried to keep my face blank as I joined him.
"In the limo son?!" He continued to shout. "In broad daylight?"
"Dad, please stop shouting." Jon tried in an attempt to calm the big man down but that was quickly proving to be futile.
We were by the side entrance in the private garage and I felt almost sorry for the driver and the two men that had accompanied Mr. Crawford down here to talk to his son.
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