Disclaimer: I do not own any of the rights to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or any other Mirage characters

Disclaimer:  I do not own any of the rights to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or any other Mirage characters.  This story is just for fun, blahdy  blah yakerty splakerty.


Gas Stations.  Chapter one.




Michaelangelo and Raphael travelled down the highway in April’s car.  They had been running errands most of the afternoon and although Splinter hadn’t liked the idea of his two most mischievous sons using the motor vehicle, he had relented given the distance they had to travel.


Michaelangelo looked out of the window and noticed a small child in the rear of the car that drew along side them.  The child noticed her strange observer and her face lit up, she gave a cheery wave.  Michaelangelo replied with several funny faces and a wave of his own, the child squealed in delight as the car speed up and over took them.  Raphael glanced away from the road to look at his brother, still going through some childish motions to the car that was now in front of them.  “You need help!”  He simply stated.  Michaelangelo broke free from his game.  “Aww come on where’s you sense of fun?”  Raphael sighed and shook his head; he ejected a cassette from the stereo and handed it to Mikey.  “Here, make yourself useful and get another tape out.”  Michaelangelo opened the glove box and stalled.  “What’s is it?”  Raphael asked, only daring to take his eyes of the road for a few seconds.

“These.”  Michaelangelo carefully pulled out a pair of small black lace panties.  “Do you think there’re April’s?”  Raphael stared at the under garment dangling from Michaelangelo’s hand.  “Who was the last to borrow the car?”

“Leo.”  Michaelangelo said turning the panties over in his hand.  “Who’d have thought?”  Raphael burst in to uncontrollable fits of laughter; he had to brake hard to avoid hitting the car in front.  “How does that Meatloaf song go?”  He wheezed.  “I can see paradise by the dash board light?”  Michaelangelo tossed the panties back into the glove box.  “Ain’t no doubt about it we were doubly blessed, we were barely seventeen and we were barely dressed.”  He added, sucking in air to stop himself from laughing too hard.


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