Nathan looked in the mirror and saw just the perfect man there. Today he turned 18, and now he really was already a man. Tall, muscular, with sharp features. Running his hand through his coarse red hair a couple more times, he left the bathroom and, putting on his shoes and getting dressed, went outside. There was his present, a black Jeep. A smile spread across his face, and like the girls in American movies, he screamed, and his joy doubled when he was allowed to drive this car to school. He immediately jumped into the car, kissed his mother through the window and drove away. He drove well-he often enjoyed driving his father's car. He was definitely not heading to school right now. Finally, seeing his target, he grinned, stopped and rolled down the window. "Hello, dear. It's cold outside, maybe I should let you down?"