Lucas stepped into the dealership with its plush carpeting and that new car scent all around. A life size cardboard cut out of Keith was grinning toothily at him. Lucas just shook his head.

"Welcome back, Luke", one of the receptionists smile.

"How's it going?" he said, not bothering to look at who he was talking to.

Did it even matter?

In the front showroom set a brand new Lexus SUV. It was a beauty. It was silver in color with all the must have exterior fixings like mudguards, 18 inch alloy rims and a power moon roof. He could imagine what the asking price was and sure enough on the other side decked out in a fancy suit was none other than Uncle Keith. He always joked he could sell shit to a toilet and he was proving it with his smooth talking.

"…And look at this interior. Custom leather seats, satellite radio and a DVD entertainment system. How about that? No luxury SUV is complete without it."

Luke fought back the urge to laugh out loud. Screw the airbags and anti lock brakes. Having an entertainment system in the car was much more important.

"Yes, Mr. Scott but uh…" the customer began.

"Mr. Scott?" Keith looked around. "You had me scared there for a second. I don't see Royal anywhere around. Now Mr. Scott is my father. My friends call me Keith."

"Okay Keith but I'm afraid this might slightly be out of my price range. We're on a budget and if I go over then the wife will kill me."

"I understand. But it's a shame because I know you'd look great in this vehicle. I'll tell you what. You see that sweet little blonde at the desk over there? That is Carrie. She'll take good care of you. She's going to give you the keys to this baby and let you take her for a spin. Say, is your wife at work right now?"

"Yes, but…"

"Drop by the office and pick her up in style. My present to you. Even if you decide not to buy, treat yourselves to a little joy ride."

The man grinned.

"Okay. That's awful nice of you, Keith."

"Sure thing. And when you come back, we'll talk. If I can't get you in that Lexus with a great deal, I know we'll be able to find something else for you."

They shook hands and when the man was out of sight, Keith rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath. His nephew was waiting, applauding.

"Nice work, man."

Keith grinned proudly without shame.

"That's how you get them. The old bitty will cream her pants when she sees that."

"You're a sick bastard."

"I know. Now what brings you back? The whole Nascar thing didn't work out?"

"It wasn't Nascar."

"Whatever."

"Let's just say I'm still trying to find myself."

"Well, congratulations! You're found!"

"Keith…"

"I mean it. Come work for me. And I'm not talking some entry level sales position. I'm, talking your own office and secretary and six figures for pay. Now what do you say?"

Lucas grinned and shook his head.

"You're a great salesman, dude but sorry. I ain't buying your bullshit."

"It's not bullshit but suit yourself. You're as stubborn as that prick father of yours."

"Then it must be a Scott thing."

Keith ushered Lucas into his spacious office.

"Like the new digs?"

"Place looks great", Lucas took a quick inventory.

"We're remodeling. Now what can I do for you? I take it you didn't just drop by to say hello."

Lucas sighed. He did like doing things on his own without having to fall back on his family but he did require some temporary help.

"I need a small favor."

"They always do", Keith grinned and leaned back in his new leather chair. "Name it."

"I need some wheels. It's just for a little while until I get on my feet and get settled."

"Not a problem. I'm here for you, man. Go out on that lost and pick out anything you want. Slap some dealer tags on it and call it a day."

Lucas smiled.

"I did see that nice black F-150 out there…"

"Say no more."

"Thanks, man. I really appreciate it."

"Anytime. We're family, right? Besides, I know it'll just piss your dad off and who can resist that joyous opportunity?"

"Ah, how I missed the Scott brotherly love."

"And how is my younger brother?"

Lucas shrugged.

"Fine, I guess. He's all about the basketball."

Keith smirked.

"Yeah right. Like Whitey will let his ass make a decision. Poor guy. Tell him when he wants a real job, to drop by. I could use someone to sweep the bathrooms or watch the parking lot."

"That's between you guys. Look, man…"

"That's why it's good to be your own boss, Lucas. Don't ever forget that, especially on this newfound journey of rediscovering yourself. Nothing like making up your own rules."

"I hear that."

"Besides, if Dan had married Deb, he might have gotten her money and he could have all this."

Lucas looked around. Maybe so. He had thought about it all his life. He secretly wondered how easily it could have been different. He'd definitely be a different person. Who knows, maybe even happier?

"It's done now, Keith. Just leave the past in the past."

"You speaking from experience. How is your old lady?"

"I haven't seen her yet but I plan to tonight. We'll work it out then."

"Well good luck", he straightened his jacket. "See that lady outside by the Infiniti? Looks like she's ready to deal."

"Go for it, man."

"You know I will."

"I'll see you around then."

"Sure thing. Just get the keys from Carrie, will you?"

"Thanks, dude."

"You gonna be around tonight?"

"I don't know. I was thinking about going to the Den tonight."

Keith laughed haughtily as he walked away.

"Don't forget to save a drink for your boozy ass dad."

Lucas sighed. He could just feel the love in the air. Shaking it off, he retrieved the keys and other needed items from Carrie for the truck. Just opening the door and sitting in it was orgasmic. Rubbing the steering wheel for a while, he finally cranked it up. It was getting late and he had things to do, people to see.

Taking a deep breath, Lucas peeled out of the parking lot. All that was left was a trail of smoke that barely covered the license plate holder that proudly boasted, I Got Mine At Keith Scott Motors.