She'd giggle when we lubed up the pistons. Kept saying "She's so tight" when trying to unscrew the engine bolts. Called herself a "Dirty Girl" after she spilled the engine oil on herself. Then, after she insisted on getting under Daisy with me, both on creepers (which of course she laughed at), she would make quips about how it was always a good time to "work on my back". It should go without saying that all this had been done to get a rise out of me, but none was as impactful as the accidental touches.

When my bare elbow would bump against hers for only a moment while we...