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... your cars. This is my husband most favorite thing in the world. I think if he could fit in our bed he would. I can't believe I just said that. Well I am a southern belle. Buck! I grew up in Georgia. A sweet southern peach. You can ask anyone. Did you say you were a mechanic? How can I help you? Mr. Buck.." she said. "You look like a sweet southern belle, if I ever seen one. I love peaches. Nice ripe peaches. I am a mechanic. I just need a hose for my broken down car." I said. She smiled. "My husband has a lot of car parts in our garage. He has been working on this car for some time. Do you know anything about a 41 Desoto?" she said. I smiled. "I once worked on one at a dirt track near my house. I love the classic curves of the body. A big front end. With big head lights. A big trunk in the rear. The hourglass curves down the side." I said. Was I talking about the car or Mrs. Charlotte Mueller? She looked back at the hot rod. "You have a good eye. You look thirsty. Would you like some water?" she said. "Yes! That would be nice. I need to cool down some more. Thank you." I said. She smiled. She then bent her knees and scoped up the water hose. She handed it to me. I reached with my left hand. I then brought the water to mouth. It poured at the hose into my mouth. The water then hit the small green grass under my boots. I then moved the water on top of my bald head. My wet wife beater shirt fell off my shoulders onto the wet grass. I then washed my chest, neck, shoulders and ...

... back. The whole time she watched me rinse myself off. "How does it feel?" she said. "Like heaven. I died and gone to heaven." I said. She smiled again. I flexed my muscles. Some of the water bounced off my muscles into the thin hot air. I turned off the water hose. "What's wrong with the Desoto?" I said. "Not sure. I wish my husband was here to tell you. You just missed him. He was just out front." said Mrs. Mueller. "That a shame I just missed him." I said. I then laughed. She giggled. "Would you like some cold lemonade? I have some in my kitchen. I'll got get it. Maybe you can take a look under my hood. I mean the car hood." she giggled. I smiled. "Sure! That sounds great. I'll take a look. I'll pop the hood and check your engine. I mean the car." I giggled. I turned my head to watch her walk down the dirt driveway toward her farm house. Her whole body jiggled as she strutted in the dirt with her 4inch wooden heels. I finally looked down to see her toe nails matched her finger nails. The tips of her nails were a bright white. The base was a deep shade of red. The same red as her big juicy lips. I did not see a wedding ring. She was not wearing any jewelery to speak of. Maybe she did not want to scratch the paint on the hot rod. I watched as she climbed 3 small wooden stairs to her porch. She opened her yellow screen door to walk inside her house. I turned my attention back to the 41 Desoto. I reached in the front window. I pushed the hood release button on the dash. "Clink!" ...