The mechanic was wearing coveralls that were unzipped in the front to show off his hairy, muscular chest. He was probably also wearing a pair of loose shorts, Jimmy thought, or, maybe nothing at all. He certainly had a big and tempting bulge down there.
Jimmy had been standing in the garage beside the interstate highway for about an hour. He had been staring at I the mechanic, watching the man bend and twist over the car’s engine. That very masculine body moved gracefully as the mechanic inspected under the hood of the car, Jimmy thought, almost as if the guy were a dancer. The sexy man was obviously comfortable with automobiles, at home with the aroma of motor oil and the tension of a fan-belt and the...