CAR TROUBLE

Last Saturday was a scorcher. It was one of the hottest days of the summer and I’d spent the entire day at McCormin’s Garage with a raging hard on. I was at McCormin’s because I was trying to get together enough money to put the final touches on the Challenger. I had a raging hard on because the boss’s young wife spent the day prancing around in her fashionably short “Daisy Dukes” and looking like she wanted nothing but a good fuck.

Jessie had married my boss, Chet McCormin, only a couple months earlier. In our small town, Chet was as close to a sugar daddy as anyone...