I drove my 63 merc up to the garage...Opening the door i could smell the grease in the air..kind of comforting and yet kind of stimulating. Slamming the heavy door i adjusted my sundress and fixed my ponytail. Daddy had given me this car for my 20th birthday and it needed some serious work done on it. I had plans for this car. Stepping over the tools on the greasy floor i saw a pair of coveralls hanging out from under a 59 Ford.. I coughed and bent over to see if someone had heard me.. He hadn't... so i tried something else... to get his attention. Straddling his cart that he was lying on i kicked his hip a couple of times...he began to roll out from under the Ford...i stayed where i was.Looking down and smiling sweetly I asked this rather muscular grease monkey if he could fix my merc.
well he had a hard time talking as his eyes rolled up my tanned bare legs over my thighs to.......I quickly cupped my crotch as he looked further.... Sir I said....I REALLY need you to look at my merc over there.... pointing across the garage...He looked absentmindedly at the car...then looked up at my sweet face... I stradddled his stomach to get closer to him and whispered that I would do anything to get my car in working order....and that i wanted to race this Saturday....
well he had a hard time talking as his eyes rolled up my tanned bare legs over my thighs to.......I quickly cupped my crotch as he looked further.... Sir I said....I REALLY need you to look at my merc over there.... pointing across the garage...He looked absentmindedly at the car...then looked up at my sweet face... I stradddled his stomach to get closer to him and whispered that I would do anything to get my car in working order....and that i wanted to race this Saturday....