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carry this for me, please?”
              I silently take the creeper from her and follow her to the front of the house.  I am aware that I am following her around like a puppy dog, but I’m too busy enjoying watching her ass twitch as she carries the crash cart to the front yard to care.  Baseball stats, dead puppies, beer, algebra… I need to think of anything to get my mind out of my pants.  My thoughts being where they are, I almost crash into her as she stops in front of her Bronco.  I quickly set the creeper down on the driveway as I turn to Kori.
              “Alright, what can I do to help you?” I ask as I watch her bend over the front of the Bronco.  Her tan legs meet the end of her cutoff shorts and seem to be begging my hands to touch them.  I swallow hard; I wasn’t too sure if my heart can stand much more temptation from her.  She appears to be totally oblivious to the fact that she is turning me on quicker than a teenage boy with his first porno.  Focus, you asshole.
     
                  The next couple of hours prove to be a mixture of heaven and hell for me.  It is sheer heaven because I am watching a hot girl work on a classic Bronco wearing cutoffs and boots.  It’s like a wet dream come to life.  Her competence is a turn-on for me; I have never met a girl who is so adept at mechanic work.  Most of the girls I know can barely change a flat tire, and this goddess has just changed an alternator.  On the other hand, I have been in pure and utter hell.  Have you ever seen something that you want more than anything, but you know you shouldn’t have it?  That sums up my feelings for Kori.  I now have a new understanding for how Adam felt when Eve tempted him with that apple.  I feel as if my life will be wasted if I don’t reach out and pluck Kori up.  I have the most uncontrollable urge to press her curves against my body.  But my desires go further than that.  I want to protect her and cherish her and never let her go.  That urge completely terrifies me.  I am not the type of man to go all noble and white knight on a woman; I am more the type to have a fun night and sneak out in the morning.  I view this as being completely opportunistic of me; why limit myself to one when the opportunities to love ‘em and leave ‘em are endless?  I’m not a dog or a complete asshole.  I love women; they’re beautiful and caring and useful.  I never promise them anything more than what I offer up front, so it’s their own fault if they expect more than I’m willing to commit to.  I can’t commit anything to Kori since that isn’t the type of guy that I am.  I need to keep things in the neutral friend zone.  This will definitely be a learning experience for me. 
              I clear my throat as I watch her deft hands work on the intricate machinations of the Bronco.  Every time I have attempted to help, she has waved me away or given me the idiot-proof job of handing her a tool.  God, I wish I could hand her my tool.  And I wish I could quit thinking like this. 
              I clench my eyes tightly shut when she stretches over to tinker with something under the hood.  Her shirt rides up, revealing tan skin that I long to touch.  My eyes narrow as they land on an angry red scar on her side.  I wonder what happened to mar her perfection.  It’s the only semi-flaw I’ve discovered on her, and I have a feeling that it does something to add to her character.  As in she’s who she is because of that scar. 
              “How long have you been playing the guitar?”  I have to break the silence or I’m going to go out of my mind with need.
              “Pretty much all of my life.  My mom played, so she taught me.”  Kori doesn’t look up from her work as she answers my question. 
              “Is that what you want to do with your life?  Do you