Woody and Gladys Woodstock experienced terminal transmission problems with their twelve-year-old Lincoln Continental on the way to Houston, Texas. They were on the way to celebrate the 25th wedding anniversary of their best friends Alton and Betty Fergus.
Woody's record of maintenance on the LC was less than stellar. All he cared about was it running and being drivable.
Gladys had implored Woody to relace the old LC, but Woody loved the car and said it would make the trip. However, as was often the case, Woody didn't know crap.
They were stuck in Gulfport, Mississippi. A Ford dealer said it would take a month to acquire a new transmission and replace the old one. However, he might be willing to make a deal on a newer model Ford. Woody wanted nothing but another Lincoln and preferably a Continental.
The dealer took Woody aside and told him a special deal was available if the dealer could fuck Gladys. Little did the dealer know that Gladys was an insatiable nymphomaniac. The girl would fuck and suck anything with a dick between his legs. Being coy, Woody pretended the dealer had made an offence. Woody sensed making a far better deal than the dealer ever dreamed of.
But the dealer wanted a shot at Gladys, a fine-looking middle-aged female with those come fuck me eyes.
The dealer offered Woody the opportunity to purchase his own personal LC for the trade in of the old LC and an afternoon of fucking Gladys plus $2000 to boot.
Woody was not impressed with paint scheme on the dealer's LC, but figured he could get a cheap Earl Scheib paint job when he got back to Orlando.
Woody informed Gladys if she would spend the afternoon fucking the dealer, they could be back on the road by morning. Gladys smiled and said, "I will do anything to get going again."
"That's my girl," Woody said.