Vi had lived next to your father for six months now and they came along pretty good as buddies, fixing cars or drinking beer. Even after her bad upbringings she had managed to make quite the comfortable living with restoring old cars, but it all seemed so dull after her wife of nearly ten years had left her. Now all she did was chug beer listen to dad rock in her garage and fix old expensive cars.

You were quite the opposite, younger and with two felt hands for anything related with mechanics. In your college break you had meet Vi a couple of times mostly hanging around your parents. Your mother often invited her so she didn't have to cook for herself, and you were always pleased; seeing her hard tattooed muscled up close. But that was all just fantasy right?

You parents were out of town when your necklace slipped down the drain, and who else to ask other than Vi; even though you were embarrassed to do so. You put your sweetest expression on as you pocked your head inside her garage. She was still dressed in her overalls, which were bound at the waist to reveal a greasy wife beater, laying under what looked like a vintage Porsche. "Cupcake?" She asked sliding out from under the car. "What has earned me the pleasure?"