Page 44 of Torqued

I push the door open, leaning against the wall. Crank is behind her, as they lean over the hood of the car. When she moves to work on something, he kisses her, leading to her laughter.

It’s… sweet. But also jarring. I clear my throat, and they jump apart as if they’ve been shocked. I muffle my chuckling when Crank stumps his toe, trying to get separate from Margo.

“I don’t mean to throw a wrench into here, but did you know you’re a girl?”

Margo’s eyes snap to mine, fumes coming out of her nose. “I’ve always been a girl, asshole!”

“Oh, really? I thought you were a cool dude with bigger boobs than Crank.” I shrug when she flips me off, tossing my bag into the chair by the door.

“Where have you been all day?” Margo zeros in on my bag, before looking at me again.

I pick up a ball of tape meant for the trash and hurl it at Crank. He still hasn’t turned around since he ran off. “Places to go, people to see.”

“Are we evading answering questions?” Margo pops her leg out to the side, giving me all of the attitudes I can handle.

I hold my hands up. “Calm down, I was in Raleigh. I needed to take care of a few things.”

“Raleigh?” She turns, looking me over. “In a suit and with a briefcase?”

I avert my eyes, nodding. “Yes.”

“Did you do it?” Margo is now facing me straight on.

“I did.” I smile. “It’ll be a few weeks before I hear anything.”

She hesitates, and I see when the light comes on. “You went to see her, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, possibly.” I crane my neck, searching for Crank. He’s still in the corner, ignoring me. “What’s up with him?”

“Don’t know.” She shrugs, turning her attention back to the motor.

I cross my arms, tapping my chin as I study the scene in front of me. I ease over, walking up behind Crank. His head is down, cleaning a carburetor. He usually does that sitting over by the car.

I whip back around, just as Margo looks down again. Finally, it dawns on me what they’re trying to hide. Or should I say, what Crank is hoping to hide?

“Damn, y’all are not right! In my garage? Why would you think it was okay to get a nut in my place.” I shout, grossed out—Crank whips around, ready to defend them.

Margo’s eyes grow round when she catches sight of him. “Crank!”

“Dang, put that away!” I yell when Crank jumps around to hide his hard-on. I shake my head, hurrying over to grab my bag. “Seriously, even I haven’t had sex in here.”

“We did not have sex in here!” Margo squeezes her eyes shut.

“Yeah, you interrupted us before the hot ass mechanic let me check her oil.” Crank gaffs.

I rub my face, backing away slowly. “I’m going home, I have a call to make.”

“Oh, really?” Margo chases after me. “Tell me! Is it her? Did you see Spencer today?”

“Don’t you have a situation in there you need to take care of, like maybe use some lube.” I move my hand in a stroking motion.

Margo’s mouth hangs, but I get Crank going. “Hell yes! Let’s do that.”

“Shut it!” She pushes Crank off when he snuggles up next to her.

“Come on, babe.” Crank pleads and leaves me an opening as wide as the garage.

“Yeah, come on, Margo. Or better yet, let Crank come on… dem boobies!” I cup my nonexistent breasts, doing my best impression of jiggling my bits.