~~~ Carla ~~~

Carla had seen the muscle car that I had in the extra garage bay. It had been there for several years now. I never seemed to get time to work on it. She dragged me to the garage and we each put on a pair of the thin coveralls that I used to keep my regular clothes from getting greasy when I was tinkering around with "the old girl".

For the first hour, she actually helped me work on the thing. I had no clue who had taught her everything that she knew - but I completely forgot what a sexy little fox she was, as she...