I never had to tell the manager who I was, they always seemed to know."Ms Stone, what can we do for you today?" The current manager asked. He was a bl...nd kid, but he didn't act blond. He was also slightly past college age, but not a lot. He did have a bike rider's body. That was a body not quite as skinny as a runner's body."I think the motor on my bike is gone. It seized yesterday," I explained.He rolled the bike through the showroom and into the back workroom. "Lucille," he said to the older. ’“Jason, what’s going on?” Christi asked, poking her head out of the car.“Christi, stay in the car and lock the doors. Turn on the engine and shift out of park. If I tell you to, you drive away from here as fast as you can.” Reaching into his pocket, the man drew a Black Stigmata nail. “We’re all going to burn within the horrors of eternal death!” he laughed, stepping towards Jason. Reaching into his own pockets, Jason took out a pair of surgical gloves. He always made sure to carry a few pairs. The conversation was, as I recall, pretty banal. Certainly there was no meeting of minds or deep discourse. I do recall thinking that no matter if I actually liked her as a person, or not, I would fuck her given the chance, so I sat there with a slowly growing erection, as you do.The event itself took place in the front of my car, we started kissing and generally fumbling around. I was happy for her to do the unzipping of my trousers and release my now erect cock. She began to give me a hand. The carefree feeling from the alcohol is welcoming to us both.We attempted to watch our favorite sitcoms, but became caught up in conversation instead. We began to connect in even more ways, something I wasn't aware that two people who'd been living together could. Somehow we did it. It was quarter to midnight and our glasses were due for a refill. I took it upon myself to retrieve this round. Mina was all for it. She tilted her head back swallowing the last of her drink. Her next action caught.