Chapter 63

• 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 was going to find and Jessie had latched onto him about two weeks after her 18th birthday. She’d spent all of last summer riding her bike by the garage in nothing but a bikini top and short shorts. Then she’d hung out in the convenience store all fall in the tightest of jeans and tummy baring sweaters. In the winter she kept the temperature high and before the bikini tops came back out, her and ol’ Chet were married.