Your older neighbor- John Price- had the sexiest vintage Chevy Impala in his driveway. You were a sucker for a vintage car, so you offered to wash it to get a closer look. And maybe give him a little show.

John sat in a chair on his porch, staring at you. You washed the Impala, dressed in only a bikini top and short shorts. The hand that held his cigar twitched every time you bent over to wash the rims.