Billy giggled and felt good about going for a driving lesson in Torden's car. He really hoped that he didn't end up fucking up and scratching the paintwork or something. Mikkel had fixated on the Brit fucking Rik in the back seats.

"You fucking know it, brat boy."

The guitarist laughed and then shook his head. Gilly was the tart not him! Yet, everyone else disagreed and called them tart karts.

"Thanks for doing this for me, Mikkel. You and your uncle. It means a lot."