His voice was filled with embarrassment and had a girlish tone, but the man in him wanted to shout so what, but he could not bring himself to say the words. Karma Maragh shrunk further into the seat as if she was a convict being hauled off to jail. As the car sped up the busy New Kingston Street, Michael smiled at the sound his BMW made with the super modified muffler.
"Honey you don't have to be bringing so much attention on yourself, why are you such a conspicuous consumer? Everybody must see you in this bright yellow car with the roaring muffler."
