She just took more than I could give. I did my best to keep her. I went thousands of dollars into debt. I tried to take good care of her, but I couldn't provide the house she needed, the fancy oils and trinkets a lady of her caliber calls for. I tried. I really tried.

She left with another man today. He told me I could look at her one last time.

"I pick one up every couple of months. I've never seen one in as gooda shape as yours. They're usually really torn up." he said. My stomach clenched. She's gonna get raped, cause men are such pigs to cars, especially beautiful sports cars like Jetsy. I began crying.

"She's my baby." I said.