“He was very talkative,” she said, a surprisingly gentle assessment. She popped her lips, swaying slightly as she waited for Manson to return. Her lips were pink, glittery, juicy-looking — probably sticky with gloss. I bet they tasted sweet as candy, almost as good as her pussy.

Fuck. I didn’t need to remember that right now, feet away from where it had happened. I’d had my mouth between her legs, I’d listened to her every little cry of pleasure and pain, I’d relished the trembling I was causing in her. It made me mad how much I’d enjoyed it, how the sight of her perfect ass bent over my car made my cock start to harden the moment I thought about it.

She obviously still spent time working out, judging by her toned muscles. I wondered what gym she went to, because it certainly wasn’t mine. It was probably that nice one near the new movie theater, the gym that had a sauna and a tanning bed. I’d been meaning to check that place out. Not because of her, obviously; she had nothing to do with it.

“What did you do to your car?” I said, and she groaned.

“I don’t know,” she said, setting Haribo down. “It’s been making weird noises for a while. Like someone was banging pieces of metal together in my engine. But it still drove fine so I figured it wasn’t serious.”

I burst out laughing. “It’s been making weird noises for a while? What’s a while, Jess?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. A year? Maybe?”

I opened her driver door and popped her hood. I may not have been a mechanic, but I knew my way around a vehicle. Jess came around to peer at the engine beside me, eyes narrowed.

“See that?” I said, removing the oil cap and giving her a good look at the black gunk collected inside. “Motor oil isn’t supposed to be a paste. If oil can’t get through your engine, it’s going to overheat and break. When did you last get your oil changed?”

“Six months after I got it, I think.”

I stared at her in disbelief. “Six months after…you mean in high school? You haven’t had an oil change in over four years?”

Manson came back just in time to hear my outburst. He paused for a moment, looking as stunned as if I’d said she fueled the damn thing with hair spray.

“I was busy, okay?” she said. “I didn’t drive that much in college unless I was coming back home.”

“Right, yeah, of course,” I said. “Did you cheat in all your classes there too?”