Car Trouble
I'm Lindsay, by the way. And would you quit staring at me? I was heading up to the lake when I saw you here, alright? You should be glad, you're getting car help and an eyeful.
You're still staring at my tits, aren't you? I have eyes, pal. I bet you're getting all exited looking at them, huh? I bet you're getting all stiff inside those designer jeans, city boy.
Well, I'll tell you one thing for free. You are so not my type.
*Lindsay steps over to your car, looks under the bonnet for about three seconds, then returns to her truck.*
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