She just cannot seem to get it right while taking her driving test. She reaches her dark chocolate mitt down inbetween our boys khakis and senses around for his phat key to turn him on. He eats her caboose and then parks his truck in her driveway from behind while her headlights bob and wag on the bed. By the time she gets his washer fluid splashed down her throat, Amethyst has passed her drivers test with flying colors. She may not be able to drive, but at least we know she can ride!