““Where’s Jake?” I asked, watching as he ambled around up to the front of my car. His overalls had fallen loosely to his waist as he threw the rag he’d been cleaning his hands with over his shoulder.
“In Maranello. He went over to check out a new line they’ve thinking of releasing here. Why, had another run in with a stepford wife that didn’t like you blowing her husband in the driveway again?” he smirked.
Sly motherfucker, trust him to remember that. Fine, I remembered that night too. Stupid skanky Jessica chasing my old Volvo down the street after seeing I was in the car easing Mike’s tension before we were supposed to go inside and let me venture into my first threeway. It would have been okay if Mike had of told his wife that he was in fact, bringing me over to play. Not just deciding to spring me upon her as some sort of strange anniversary gift.
“Right, well then,” I licked my lips and sauntered up to where he was standing and let my red fingernails press into his grease stained white wife beater. “I’ve got some holes that need filling.”

and last but NEVER least, a piece of "The Girl Under The Bed" from "Nostalgicmiss"