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Warning:  This story contains adult material.  If you shouldn't read such
things, then don't.

Author's Note:  This story is pure fiction; contrived from my delusional
imagination.  I have re-written/added some more to this short story to
make it a better.  It has also been edited for grammar and spelling,
unlike the first draft that was posted earlier.

If you would like to comment on this story, feel free to do so.  Islador
AT Lycos DOT com    Be aware, though, that just because I wrote this,
doesn't mean I would ever do it.  Fantasy and reality--two separate
things.

The Best Mechanic by Islador  Copyright 2005  All rights reserved.  I
mean it.

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The Best Mechanic by Islador

Let me tell you about the best mechanic I've ever found.  She is
very gifted when it comes to engines and knowing when something
needs to be tweaked, or left alone.  Her name is Tommi, but the
day I met her, I had no idea she was a girl.  Tommi was just
another one of those faceless rug-rats that run up and down the
street where I live.  I ignore them, or least I try to.  They
play soccer in the street, and every now and then, one of them
manages to hit my truck, or my car, if it happens to be out of
the garage when I'm tinkering on it.  I jump out from underneath
the car and yell at those little bastards to stop playing in
front of my house.  There's the usual grumbling and cursing under
their breath, but none of them has ever disobeyed me when I did
it.
  
Once in a while, one of the parents comes over to piss and moan
about how I yelled at their kids.  I politely tell them to fuck
off and go teach your worthless offspring to behave themselves. 
I don't have kids, never wanted to.  They are a drain on the
pocketbook and I don't need that.  I have the one and only love
of my life in the garage, my 1971 Dodge Daytona.  Well, now I
have two loves, but we're getting to that.

The thing about the Daytona, and the more widely known Plymouth
Superbird, is that most car buffs either hate them or love them;
mostly hate.  They are huge cars, over twenty feet long, with a
sloped nose and a three-foot tall wing on the back.  The ugly
ducklings of the muscle car genre.  However, they are two of the
fastest cars ever made by the Chrysler Corporation, due to one of
the two best engines ever made--the 426 Hemi or the 440 Wedge
powerplants.  My Daytona has the 426 Hemi and I love her.  She's
midnight blue with matte black racing stripes and has a black
leather interior.  Well, enough about my first love.

I met Tommi on a warm spring day.  It was absolutely beautiful,
not a cloud in the sky.  That meant kids running and screaming
all over the place while I was going to be working on Baby.  I
had her parked outside in the driveway and I was underneath her,
changing the oil and getting her ready for the Spring Fling
Muscle Car Rally.  I always manage to win something when I take
her, and I get to talk to all the other MOPAR nuts out there. 
Well, just as I was reaching for the grease gun, I heard the
fight start.  I cursed and pulled myself out from under the car
and went to go see what crap I was going to have to deal with
this time.
  
There were about five or six teenage boys pushing and shoving a
smaller boy around, I guessed his age at around ten or maybe a
year older.  I was about to shout at them when the biggest of the
bunch hauled off and sucker punched the little blonde haired kid.
 That really pissed me off; I hate bullies, especially
chickenshit ones who use tactics like that.  I raced over to the
group and hollered at the top of my lungs,

"Get your sorry fuckin' asses out of my street!"  I grabbed the
bully by the scruff of the neck and shook him.  "If I ever see
you do that again, I'll give it right back to you twice as hard.
Do you understand me you little shit?"

Well, needless to say, he did.  He and his pals went tearing off
to do what ever it is they do when they get caught.  I reached
down and helped the small kid up and that's when I found out that
it was a girl.  That bastard was so lucky that I hadn't known
when I had him in my hands.  Well, maybe I was the lucky one; I'd
have been sitting in jail for beating the shit out of a minor if
I had.

I helped her up and brushed her off and made sure she wasn't
bleeding anywhere.  She was crying and didn't show any signs of
stopping.

"Hey, are you all right?  Do you want me to call your mom and
dad?"  When I said that she shot me a look of pure terror and
shook her head.

"NO!  Don't do that, please, sir."  Sir?  Well now, the kid had
manners.
  
"Okay, I won't.  Are you going to be okay?"

"Yeah."  Whew!  I didn't need to baby-sit some rug-rat.  But,
that's what ended up happening anyway. 
 
"Good."  I stood up and started walking back to my driveway when
I heard her follow me.

"Look kid, I'm glad you're okay, but I have things to do and you
need to find some other place to go play."

"Um, sir?  I can't.  Can I just stand over there?  I won't bother
you at all."  Shit!  Well, why not?  She can't hurt anything if
she stands next to my mailbox.

"Okay.  Fine, you can stand over there.  Just don't bother me,
okay?"

"I won't, sir.  I promise."  

The kid sounded sincere.  Fuck it.  I went back to my Baby and
resumed putting the grease into the joints.  I forgot about the
kid and just kept working.  Eventually, I got thirsty out in the
heat and I crawled out from under the car and went inside to get
me a giant glass of iced tea.  I never drink beer when I'm
working on my Baby; I might make a mistake or forget something. 
When I came back outside, I noticed that the kid was still
standing next to my mailbox and she was looking at my iced tea as
I walked back to the car.  Shit.  I'm not a mean person, really.

"You want something to drink, kid?"

"Please, sir, if it's not too much trouble."  There went that
'sir' stuff again.  Well, for a kid, she had manners and that
made her okay in my book.

"Yeah, okay.  Why don't you come over here onto the porch and sit
in the shade and I'll get you some ice water."  I turned around
and went to get her a glass.  When I came back out, I spotted the
group of bullies lurking around the house up the street and they
were looking in my direction.

"Here.  What's your name kid?"

"Tommi, sir. Thank you for the water."

"Hi, Tommi, my name's Charley."  We shook hands, her tiny hand
disappearing into mine.  "What's up with those other kids?  Why
were they picking on you?"

"I don't know, Mister Charley."  Mister?  Damn, the kid does have
manners.  I looked up and saw that the group was still hiding and
waiting.

"Bullshit, Tommi.  Those boys are hiding over there just waiting
for you to leave."  She looked at the ground and started to
sniffle.  Oh, crap.  I hate crybabies. 
 
"It's because my dad sells drugs and they think he short changed
them."  HOLY SHIT!  I don't need this kind of crap around me.  I
did feel sorry for the kid, though. 

"Well, I'm not sure what to do about you, Tommi.  I don't want to
see you get beat up, but you can't stay here for much longer."

"I'll sneak away like I normally do, Mister Charley."  Crap. 
Well, at least the kid knows how to take care of herself. 

"Okay, Tommi.  Just stay up here on the porch."  She nodded and I
went back to work.  An hour later I was done and cleaned
everything up, put the tools away, and I was ready to give Baby a
spin.  The bullies were still waiting and Tommi hadn't left yet.
I knew if I drove away, they'd be on her in a second.  Crap.

"Come on, Tommi, I'll give you a ride."  Her eyes lit up and she
smiled.

"Thank you, Mister Charley."  She scooted off the porch and came
over to the car.  I opened the door and let her in.  She crawled
into the deep bucket of the race seat and looked very confused at
the complicated racing harness seatbelts.  I flipped the
five-point harness straps over her shoulders and cinched them
down tight against Tommi's small frame.  She looked up at me with
nervous eyes when I reached down and pulled the fifth strap up
through her legs, but when I simply latched it into the center
connector, she relaxed.  She looked so small sitting in that
bucket seat.  The straps were almost too long to effectively hold
her in place.

I glanced over at the others and they were giving me an evil
look.  Fuck'em.  Little bastards.  I slid in behind the wheel and
fired up Baby.  She rumbled to life and the neighborhood was no
longer quiet.  I let her idle for a minute, warming up the
engine.  I went about strapping myself into my seat as the engine
warmed up.  I flipped the arming switch on the fire suppression
system that sat in place of the center console.  I revved her a
few times, making her roar and cackle as she let everyone know,
there was massive horsepower under that hood itching to be let
loose.  I pushed in the clutch and put her into reverse, slowly
backing her out of the driveway.  I straightened the wheel and
lined her up with the stop sign four blocks down.  I revved her
up to about 6500 RPM and popped the clutch.

We slammed back into our seats and twin tails of white smoke
trailed behind us as we shot down the street.  Tommi was
hollering something but I couldn't hear her over the sound of the
Hemi throwing us through 120 mph and faster.  When we got to the
second block, I took my foot off the gas pedal and started
feathering the brakes.  We had hit 150 mph before I let off.  The
cackle and popping from the exhaust pipes echoed off the houses.
When I got her slowed down and I pulled up to the stop sign, I
looked over at Tommi.  She was giggling and hopping in her seat.

"WOW!  That was FUN!"

"Yeah, that was, wasn't it?" 

I did it to show off, of course, and to let those little pricks
that had been waiting for her, know to piss off.  I normally
don't do that with Baby on public streets, but every now and
then, I let her loose and show her stuff.  Plus, that burned up
four gallons of 115-octane race gas and probably took off a
quarter inch of rubber from the tires.  At that moment, I didn't
care.  The sound of Tommi giggling and the look on her face was
worth it all.  Damn, am I getting soft in my old age?  Screw it,
that really was fun.

"Well, Tommi, where to?"  The smile faded from her face and she
looked down at the floor mats.

"Mister Charley, I don't want to go home.  They'll be looking for
me there."  Damn.  

"Alright, Tommi.  I'll let you ride shotgun with me while I take
Baby for a cruise around town."

"Thank you, Mister Charley."  I just nodded and off we went.  I
gave her the grand tour of cruise spots and she was full of
questions about all the different cars.  We chatted about Baby
and compared her to some of the other muscle cars out on the
strip that night.  None of the other drivers ever questioned me
about Tommi being in the car.  I never offered any explanations.
I didn't feel guilty about her being there; I just didn't feel
like explaining it all.

Well, after that night, Tommi was over at my place every time I
had Baby out of the garage.  She asked questions and I taught her
about taking care of a high performance hotrod.  She would hand
me tools and eventually she got to the point of getting her hands
greasy and doing some minor work that I would allow.  Tommi was a
natural at being a mechanic.  She was meticulous about how the
tools were arranged in the toolbox.  She always put things back
right where she had gotten them.  I rarely had to explain things
more than once.  She became invaluable to me doing work on the
car.  Her tiny hands could get into places where mine could not.
She saved me from hours of frustrating piecework when she could
do things like that.  

As hard as it seems to believe, we became friends.  I stopped
looking at Tommi like a little rug-rat and started treating her
like an equal.  I found myself talking to her like an adult, not
a kid.  She would sometimes revert to child-like behavior if I
reprimanded her for something, usually for trying to sneak sips
of my beer when the work was done and clean up was in progress. 
For the most part, we just talked about the car or an upcoming
race.  She never mentioned her father again, and I never asked. 


I did have to periodically yell or rough up one of the
neighborhood bullies for pushing Tommi around; they eventually
got the hint that she was untouchable.  By the end of the summer,
I had a sidekick at the car shows and a mechanic in training. 
She was a regular in my pit at the track.  She impressed the
other drivers with her knowledge of car types and mechanical
ability.  She would occasionally help out with another mechanic
and earn a pat on the head and thanks.  I didn't mind really, she
was a nice kid and she was always polite to everybody.  She would
return sometimes with a pouting lip and a bad temper when someone
would treat her like the child she looked like, and not the
mechanic that she was becoming.

  Some of the people we talked to at the car shows would assume
that Tommi was my daughter and compliment me on how smart and
pretty she was.  After the first time of trying to explain how
Tommi wasn't my kid and why she was hanging out with me, well,
let's just say the looks I got weren't polite, but suspicious. 
That was the first time I had ever given any thought to how it
looked for her to be around me like that all the time and not be
my daughter.  So, I stopped correcting them and Tommi seemed to
be happy about it.  After that, Tommi would occasionally call me
'Daddy'.  At first I was uncomfortable with that.  ME?  A father?
 Shit on a stick, I never wanted that.  After the first few
times, I mellowed out about it and decided if it made things
easier for people to accept about Tommi and me together, well, it
couldn't be all that tough to get used to hearing.

When I won a local race and was being escorted to the winner's
circle, I picked up Tommi and sat her on the fender.  When the TV
cameras and reporters were asking me how I had won, I pointed to
Tommi and told them that if it hadn't been for my awesome
mechanic and pit boss, I wouldn't have won.  I let Tommi hold the
trophy while they took our picture.  You should have seen her. 
Her chest was pushed out, her chin in the air, and the most
satisfied and proud smile on her face.  It wasn't false praise on
my part.  She really had helped me win that race and she deserved
all the praise and credit where it was due.

The only time I had trouble out of Tommi was when I would have a
date and I would send her off to go home.  She was sullen and
very petulant for a couple days after I would have a woman over
at my house.  I just chalked it up to the fact that she didn't
like competition for my attention.  Since I didn't let any of my
dates stick around for very long, it wasn't that big of a deal to
me how Tommi acted.  She would ask me about them a few days
later.  I wouldn't say much; just that I had fun and that was
that.  I didn't feel comfortable talking about such things with
Tommi.  Yeah, she was my friend, but she was still a kid and I
didn't like talking about that subject with her.

  One day, things changed for me and I think back on that day,
wondering if I had handled it differently, where would I be now?
My relationship with Tommi went from 'car buddy' to something
more.

I was under Baby again, as usual, and Tommi was squatting next to
my legs handing me tools.  I had to replace the u-joints on the
drive shaft and that is not an easy job by yourself.  I was
trying to figure out how to best handle the job and I started to
daydream.  I don't know why, I just did.  I was thinking about
that cute little brunette I had run into the night before at the
strip.  Tommi had been with me and had sat silent in the seat
next to me while I flirted with the brunette.  I normally don't
have any problems getting dates while cruising the strip in Baby.
 Most women will walk up and ask about the odd looking car and I
can 'close the deal' in short order.  I have gotten laid or at
least a blowjob in the large rear seat of Baby several times.

I must have been thinking of doing that with the brunette,
because I suddenly felt a light finger trace the outline of my
stiffening shaft that was crawling down my pant leg.  The shock
of that touch brought me out of my daydream and I jumped,
promptly knocking my forehead against the frame.

"OWWW!  SHIT!  Tommi!  What the hell?"  I wiggled my way out from
under the car and looked at her.

"Sorry, Daddy."  She was blushing beet red.

"Tommi, you shouldn't have touched me like that.  Somebody could
have seen you and I'd be in a world of shit." 

"I'm sorry, Daddy.  I didn't mean to make you hurt yourself like
that."

"It's okay, Tommi, I'm not bleeding.  But why'd you do that?"

"I don't know.  I just saw it growing and I thought it looked
neat.  It made me feel funny to watch it do that."

Oh, shit.  What do I do now?  What do I say?  I have no parenting
skills.  I never wanted the job and never thought about how it
was supposed to work.  This was my friend and mechanic sitting
there, not my 'child'.

"Um, yeah, well, um.  It does that occasionally.  Don't worry
about it."  

I hoped that would be the end of the whole thing.  I laid my head
back down on the padded rest and slid back under the car.  I
figured out where I wanted to start on the u-joint replacement
and asked Tommi for the tool to use.  She didn't say anything
more about her touching me and I didn't either.  I went through
the process of removing the first set of attachments.  When the
part didn't want to budge, I shifted my position to get some
leverage and really put some force on the wrench.  Tommi held my
legs down to keep me from sliding off the crawler sled.  It
finally broke loose and I was able to get the first ring off.  I
noticed that Tommi hadn't removed her hand from my leg, but I
didn't say anything.  I went back to working on getting the rest
of the parts loose.  

When I had that end of the drive-shaft off and lying on the
driveway, I took a break.  I slid out from under the car and
caught Tommi looking at my crotch as I moved off the crawler. 
Damn.  I got up and went into the house to get something to drink
and cool off.  Tommi came inside with me.  We sat at the table
and drank our ice water and enjoyed the air conditioning.  I sat
there and thought about what to do.  I was hoping that just
ignoring it would make it go away, but that wasn't happening. 
For the first time I looked at Tommi as a young woman and not my
buddy who just happened to be a girl.

She had filled out a little over the summer; she had lumps on her
chest now.  As I looked, those lumps grew points and they pressed
against the t-shirt she was wearing.  I glanced up and she was
watching me stare at her chest.  It was my turn to blush.  I
looked away and didn't say anything.  The sight of those small
breasts was etched into my mind.  I had never liked big tits. 
They were okay to look at when they were bound up in a bra, but
let loose, they just sagged and I didn't particularly get off on
that.  Nope, if a woman smaller breasts I was hooked.  I felt
that light finger trace around my shaft again and my head snapped
around to look at Tommi.  She had a shy smile and was blushing.

"Tommi, I don't think that's a good idea." 

 Oh, god.  What do I do now?  How do I stop this?  I liked Tommi,
she was a great kid, and I didn't want to hurt her feelings.

"I did this to you, didn't I?" 

I reached down to remove her hand from my lap, but she rubbed her
hand back and forth along it and I couldn't help it, I groaned. 
I was fully hard now and it hurt to have it trapped inside my
jeans.  

"Tommi, please, don't.  We can't do this.  You're too young, I
could go to jail."

"I would never tell, Daddy.  I love you."

Oh god!  Those words seared themselves into my mind.  The feeling
of her hand rubbing me and those eyes looking up at me.  I was
lost.  She slid out of her chair and crawled into my lap and
continued to rub my shaft through my jeans.  She leaned against
my chest, wrapping her other arm around my back.  She hugged me
and looked up into my face.  I knew what she was waiting for.  I
thought about that.  I thought about what Tommi meant to me and
how I really felt about her.  I did love her in a strange way. 
Before it had been a friendship.  As strange as that may sound,
we were friends.  I hoped that wouldn't change.  Now there was
something new and it did feel good.  Oh, god help me, it felt
really good.  

"I love you too, Tommi." 

She hugged me tighter and smiled so big; it made me feel good
inside to make her that happy.  I hugged her back; holding her
small body against mine felt different now.  I slowly reached up
and gently caressed her breasts through her shirt.  I could feel
those little nipples; they were hard as ball bearings.  Tommi
moaned and her head fell back.  I looked down at her face; she
really was beautiful.  Why hadn't I ever really noticed before? 
I continued to rub her breasts and I leaned down to kiss her
throat.  She moaned again as my tongue slid across her skin.  She
had a death grip on my shaft now and it hurt.  I had to move or
do something before it became unbearable.  

I slid my arms underneath her and lifted her off my lap.  I stood
up and carried her into the living room and set her on the couch.
 She looked disappointed and pouted when I started to leave the
room.

"I thought you loved me, Daddy."

"God! I do, Tommi.  But I have to change these pants, they're
killing me."

I went into my bedroom and started taking off my jeans.  I had a
small wet spot on the front of my boxer shorts.  I pulled open a
drawer to get a pair of loose cut-offs when I felt a hand on my
dick.  I looked down and Tommi had followed me into the bedroom
and had snuck up behind me; she was grabbing my dick through the
opening of my boxers.

"That feels nice, Daddy.  It's so warm and hard.  I like it, a
lot."

I watched, frozen with fear and lust as she pulled it out and
touched the tip with her other finger.  It came away trailing a
thin line of pre-cum as she brought that finger to her mouth and
licked it.  This was so surreal, I wasn't sure it was happening.
That all changed when Tommi leaned forward and licked the head of
my dick.  The sensation sent a shiver through my body and I heard
a deep moan inside the room echoing off the walls.  That moan was
from me as Tommi continued to lick my shaft.  I looked back down
and watched as Tommi opened wide and tentatively slid the head of
my dick into her mouth.  That really sent me into a dizzy spell
and I had to grab onto the dresser to stay upright.

Tommi swirled her tongue around the head and flicked it back and
forth against the underside.  I was in heaven.  The sight of her
beautiful face, those big blue-green eyes, and that short blonde
hair; it was an extremely erotic image.  The best part was her
cute mouth open and stretched around my dick.  She couldn't get
much more than the head in her mouth.    

She was humming and looking up at me; I was in love.  I reached
down and caressed the side of her face with my fingertips as she
licked and sucked on me.  She tried to smile but with her mouth
so stretched it didn't work.  She nicked me with her teeth and I
had to stop her.  She wasn't used to doing this and she had tired
quickly.  I picked her up and carried her over to the bed.  I
gently laid her down and I slid next to her.  I caressed her
breasts, and then leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips.  I
kissed her jaw and then her neck, she moaned and arched her back,
pushing her chest against my hand.

"Are you sure you want to do this Tommi?"

"Yes, Daddy.  I love you and I want to do this with you."

I nodded and slowly slid her shirt up over her head, revealing
her small breasts.  Her tiny nipples were stiff and protruding. 
I leaned down and kissed her chest, softly sucking on the skin
along her ribs.  Using light pressure, I grazed her nipples,
gently circling my finger around them.  Goosebumps rose all over
her flushed skin.  She moaned and shuddered as I gently took one
nipple into my mouth and ran my tongue around it, using my lips
to squeeze it.  I did the same to the other one, slowly switching
back and forth.  Tommi's moans were getting louder and her breath
hissed out of her throat.  I could tell she was getting close to
having an orgasm.  

I reached down with one hand and unsnapped the button on her
jeans and unzipped them.  I slid my hand inside and under her
panties, I inched my fingertips down until I reached the hair
above her mound.  I rubbed my fingers through it, reveling in the
super soft texture of her fine hair.  I slid my fingers lower
until I reached the top of her cleft.  Using my index and middle
finger I slid them down on either side of her hood.  I could feel
how swollen and hard her clit was underneath.  I lightly squeezed
her hood between my fingers, and then I started to massage it
back and forth along her clit.  Using light pressure, so as to
not over-stimulate and cause pain, I rubbed and squeezed her clit
through the hood.  The last thing in the world I wanted to do was
cause her any pain.

I continued to use my lips to nibble her breasts as I slid my two
fingers along her clit through her hood.  It didn't take but a
few minutes of this and her breathing caught and her back arched
completely off the bed; she froze like that for a split second
and then fell back onto the bed in a quivering, shuddering heap.
Her arms and legs quivered and her voice was barely above a
whisper.

"OHHH  DADDY!!" 

Her breathing slowly returned to normal and she eventually opened
her eyes and looked up at me.  I smiled; she was so beautiful
when she orgasmed, and the afterglow made her gorgeous.  

"WOW!  I never thought it would feel that good, Daddy."

"I'm happy that you enjoyed it so much."

I stretched out next to her and she curled up against me.  She
reached out and took my still hard shaft in her hands and slowly
stroked it.  I hummed and kissed her forehead.  She shifted and
sat up, keeping my shaft in her hand.  She looked over to me and
I smiled and nodded.

"Only if you want to, Tommi.  I won't make you do anything."

She lowered her mouth onto the head of my dick and licked around
the foreskin.  This sent an immediate jolt right through me.  I
moaned and my eyes rolled back as she flicked her tongue into the
slit.  I jerked and grunted when she swirled her tongue along the
top of my shaft just below the head.  She used both hands and
stroked it.  Her tiny hands were barely able to encircle my
shaft, but she tried.  She sucked and licked the head.  I could
feel that itch start deep inside the pit of my stomach and I knew
it wouldn't be long.  

My hips were pumping up in time with her strokes and I couldn't
breathe.  I felt that itch surge and I started to say something
when she reached down with one hand and cupped my balls.  I never
got a word out before I started to shoot into her mouth.  My
breath shot out of me in a grunt and my body shook; I couldn't
feel my feet.  Tommi tried to swallow the first shot but it hit
her in the back of the throat and she coughed and gagged.  She
pulled her mouth off the head and the rest of my orgasm spurted
onto her face and into her hair.  When I had recovered slightly;
I slowly raised my head to look at her and she was blushing and
smiling up at me with my cum running down her cheek.  It was the
most striking image I've ever seen.  I will never forget the look
of satisfaction on her face with my cum dripping off her chin.  

I slowly got up and went into the bathroom and got a warm
washcloth and cleaned her face.  I tossed it onto the floor and
slid back down with her on the bed.  She maneuvered on top of me
and laid her head on my chest.  We cuddled like that for a few
minutes.  I gently stroked her hair and hugged her body to mine.

"Tommi, how did you know what to do to me?"

"I've watched the porn tapes and read the magazines that my
dirtbag father leaves around the house."

"So, why did you want to do that with me?"

"Because I love you and I wanted to find out if it really felt as
good as it looked when I watched the movies."

"You feel okay?  No regrets?"

"No, Daddy, I loved it."

"Okay, I'm just making sure.  I never want to hurt you."

"I know, Daddy.  That's why it felt so good."

We eventually got up and got dressed.  We went back outside and
finished that u-joint swap.  Tommi and I became regular lovers. 
Sometimes the maintenance on Baby was a little behind schedule
because of it.  I did take Tommi down to the free clinic and she
got on the pill.  I didn't mind her calling me 'Daddy', but the
real thing scared me.  A little while later, Tommi offered me the
ultimate gift, her virginity.  Perhaps one day I'll tell you
about that special day.  Tommi and I are still together.  Next
month she turns eighteen, and she's been talking about getting
married.  Well, shit.  Who would have ever thought that could
happen?  I didn't.  But now, I have the best mechanic a man could
ever hope to have.

                 

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