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... feet in the air while, underneath, a guy was on his back, arms raised and working on the bottom of it. Beside it and in the left rear corner, a big van was raised six or seven feet into the air on one of those lift thingies and, as we rolled in, another guy was pushing a Harley ahead and between these two areas to make room for Mom's car. She was standing a few feet from the door to the office/waiting area with her professional smile and demeanor not quite covering her own apprehension, looking at me with the subtle paranoia that I saw back at the house before glancing at the back of the guy pushing the Harley. That didn't have time to register, what with the state I was in, but also because that's when the car stalled. "There she goes," Dave commented, putting the car in park after its forward momentum ran out to turn the ignition. (Rur, rur, rur, rur, rur, rur, rur, rur, rur, rur-) "Fuck it," he decided, giving up. "Do you know what's wrong with it?" I asked, still intimidated and impressed, but now composed barely enough to try covering that up. He smiled at me and replied, "Yeah, it's a Cobalt." I couldn't help laughing a little at this diagnosis as he put the car in neutral, and then opened the door, letting in the sound of some rock and roll from my mother's era. A moment later, he was out and pushing it ahead by himself with one big paw on the windshield pillar, and without any real strain. When he was finished, he stooped over, reaching back inside to put the ...

... transmission in park and turn the ignition switch back, popping the hood afterward while taking an appreciative look at my legs. "Okay, we got it; may as well hop out." I've never been the shy type, have never really been uncomfortable in any social surrounding because I know that attractive people have power in that sense. I know I look good and, as I've mentioned, I enjoy it when guys look at me, and often wear some pretty daring outfits once I'm away from Mom so I can show myself off to get that kind of attention, not that any of them would have a chance with me. I just like their reaction because it makes me feel good about myself, Kendra and Tiffany being likeminded in this, but also my friendly competition. When I got out of the car, however, I casually made sure my shirt was covering my tush, pulling it down from the sides while wiggling my hips up underneath it. It's not that I minded Dave's attention overly much, but without the security of my friends, the familiarity and safety of the crowded mall, and with my mother present, I just wasn't so sure of myself. This was someone else's world, one where I had no control, and the guy who was openly checking me out as he crawled out from under the rear of the red car made that very clear. Nervously, I stepped towards Mom, the only familiar face and relative safety I could find. The guy who'd been pushing the bike ahead had turned and was now approaching us. He was very attractive in a slightly unkempt way, with short black hair, a ...