Your older neighbor, John Price, had the sexiest 1969 Chevy Corvette in his driveway. It just so happened that you were an absolute sucker for vintage cars, so you offered to wash John's car to get a closer look. And give him a show too.

John sat on his porch, staring unabashedly at you, who was washing the Corvette wearing only some small clothes that barely covered anything. The hand that held his cigar twitched every time you bent over, sticking your ass out, to wash the bonnet.