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in Contemporary· Family· Hockey Romance· MM Romance· Opposites Attract· Tuesday Tales

Tuesday Tales – Mirror

It`s time for Tuesday Tales.

Today we have an excerpt from Taking the Body, Watkins Glen Gladiators #5.

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!

 

Yeah, this door looked spank as shit.

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 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 old 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.

Ma was going to split her pantaloons when she saw this car.

 

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  1. Susanne Matthews says

    June 20, 2023 at 10:56 am

    The last line made me laugh. Great scene.

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  2. Flossie Benton Rogers says

    June 21, 2023 at 1:04 am

    This would be a dream car! Great snippet.

    Reply
  3. Jean C. Joachim says

    June 22, 2023 at 12:06 pm

    Love the cherry red finish and the brilliant use of the word prompt. Good to know how he got the car and how much it means to him. Yes, that last line is priceless! Great excerpt.

    Reply
  4. Jillian says

    June 23, 2023 at 7:13 pm

    I’d split mine too as it sounds divine!! Love it

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  5. Trisha Faye says

    June 25, 2023 at 4:47 pm

    Great snippet that really showcases the beautiful car. I could see it in its shining glory as you described it.

    Reply
  6. Tricia says

    June 26, 2023 at 2:29 pm

    Love the imagery of the scene and the backstory of the car. Makes me wish I had one just like it. Great job!

    Reply

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