Tag Archives: car
Pasta
The mechanic had been pretty helpful, she said. If you break down in the middle of an intersection, you’re odds off finding a garage right there to fix you up. So she was lucky; the car less so. The problem … Continue reading
Car Wash
Part of the Fifty-Fifty series* The wearing of hot-pants belied the fact that the woman might have been better off in a longish, elasticated skirt. Her thighs – luminous mounds of milk jelly – glistened, dancing to the frantic scrubbing … Continue reading
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