"What are you working on?" A high, unfamiliar voice pulled Max's attention from the bolts holding the fuel tank to his Camry. He glanced around the rear tire, but all he could see from his position under the car was a woman's ankle and a shapely bare calf.
What the world? Max thought to himself. Women showing up in his shop at four o'clock in the afternoon was not something that happened every day. He grabbed the wheel well with his hands and pulled. Sliding out from under the car, he saw that the leg, along with its identical twin, was attached to Katie, his elderly neighbor's daughter.
Of course he recognized Katie. He had only met her a couple times, but Katie was someone any heterosexual male would remember. Blonde haired and green eyed, with a smile that lit up the whole room, Katie was usually dressed up, or wearing fashionable workout clothes. Max had been struck by her the first time he saw her over at her mother's house located diagonally behind his own. Since then, he had seen her and her husband pushing their daughter down the street in a stroller on several occasions. Once he had been flying a remote control helicopter in his front yard when the three of them had gone walking by, and Katie had brought her daughter over for a closer look. The child had clapped and laughed as Max flew the helicopter back and forth in great swoops over the driveway. The little girl had the same blonde hair as her mother, but Max's attention had been on the attractive blonde woman, as it was now.
"Hey, Katie. Trying to get to this damn oxygen sensor. You know, if the engineers that design these things had to work on their own cars, they'd make stuff a lot easier to get to."
Katie laughed. "I don't know what to tell you. I know nothing about cars." Her green eyes shone in the glow from the fluorescent light.
"What brings you over here?" Still lying on his back, his regarded Katie's legs, watching them disappear into her tight skirt. Her business suit clung lovingly to her breasts and butt, which would have looked more at home on a college student than the thirty-something mother looking down at him.
"Do you have a screwdriver I can borrow?" she asked innocently.
"Sure, I got about a hundred of them." He got to his feet and strode over to his tool box. "What kind do you need?"
"Uh, I forget what it's called," she stammered. "Just a regular screwdriver."
"Well, there's all different kinds. What are you working on?"
"One of Mom's outlet covers is loose. I'm afraid it'll come off, or Anna might stick her finger behind it and shock herself. I guess the screw just needs tightened?"
"That would be a flathead." Max selected a screwdriver from one of the drawers, wiped it off on a rag, and held it out to her. "Don't want you to get your hands dirty", he smiled.
"Thanks!" she accepted it gingerly. The grubby Craftsman screwdriver looked strange against the clean fair skin of her hand. She sat down on an empty five gallon bucket and crossed her legs, revealing even more of her bare white thighs. "Mom and Anna are taking a nap, and I don't want to wake them, cause, well, then they'll be awake."
"You and Anna visiting your mom today?" Max asked.
