It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have an excerpt from Taking the Body, Watkins Glen Gladiators #4.
Please do bear in mind that these snippets are unedited so please be kind if you find any mistakes.
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
I sat back, my ass on the floor of my best back home buddy, Bobby Delongo’s body shop, and admired the smoothness of the sanding I’d just done. Once I got the doors done we’d be good to start taping and painting. Once she was prettied up all cherry red – the gloss so deep it would be like gawking at yourself in a mirror – she’d be ready to roll. Mostly. Still needed tires and an inspection but those were inconsequentialities. Uncle Raymond had a friend who did inspections in exchange for hockey tickets or various sundry odd jobs one might be willing to perform. The tires my cousin Mackie would order for me at the employee discount he got working at Tire Emporium and Valve Stem Heaven over on Ash Avenue beside the kabob house.
It had taken me years of digging around in various junkyards all over the five boroughs of the Big Apple, not to mention the Finger Lakes region of New York, to gather all the required parts for my grandfather’s Olds Rocket 88, first produced back in nineteen hundred and forty-nine. Pops had always talked about fixing it up with me, but then he died at forty-two from a massive coronary, and the car had sat in some field next to a pile of cow shit until I was cash ready enough to have it towed to my friend’s body shop three years ago. Now here she sat. Sexy as hell. Close to being done.
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