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Shelly was frustrated to say the least. She sat back up in her seat and stared at him as he drove. How could he do this? How could he get her all riled up and then not follow through? She ran a hand through her hair as she began chewing on her thumbnail and stared out the window. Their conversation from earlier popped into her head. Was that what he was doing? Her body was absolutely humming with this unfulfilled need. She could still feel his hands on her, she was still so aroused. Was this supposed to be fun? The more she thought, the quicker she realized that yes, that was exactly what he was doing...letting the excitement and anticipation build. Instead of hating how turned on she was, she decided to revel in it. She closed her eyes and instead of trying to block out thoughts of being turned on, she embraced them. She ran her hands up and down her thighs, letting the friction from her skirt run through her skin. Shelly leaned her head back and closed her eyes, letting a smile sneak across her lips. Now, all she was thinking about was how good it will feel later when he does allow her to finish...and how pleased he will be that she was able to realize what he wanted her to do.
They stopped at a light long enough for Mike to put the top down on the convertible. She smiled over at him as she felt the warmth and light hit her. Mike watched her out of the corner of his eye as he drove them the rest of the way to the repair shop. He loved the smile she was wearing. He watched her close her eyes and let the sun shine on her face. Mike smiled to himself...her mood was infectious.
Soon, they pulled up in front of 'Saul's Auto Paint & Body.' Mike killed the engine and walked around the front of the car to open her door. She stepped out and thanked him. Her hand felt small as he wrapped it in his and lead her to the front door. Mike opened it and ushered her inside, giving her backside a light pat as she walked past him. Shelly jumped and giggled softly as she glanced back at him. He kept his hand on her ass as they approached the counter and informed the receptionist what they were there for.
Mike nuzzled the back of her neck ever so softly as she heard the receptionist page someone. She smiled, loving the feeling that he was 'claiming her.' It still stung a bit when he rubbed his hand across her ass, making the fabric of her skirt rub against her skin, but she didn't care. The stinging had faded into nothing more than a sharp reminder of who she belonged to...and how it came to be. It turned her on so very much. Soon, she felt herself pressing back into his hand as they stood, waiting for the report on her car.
"Kourting?" The mechanic burst through the shop door so quickly that Shelly jumped.
Mike held her fast and signaled the mechanic over to them. "Over here, Ken."
"Hey Mike, how's it going? You the one with the ancient Chevy?"
Shelly smiled. "That would be me. What's the verdict?"
"Well, Saul just got off the phone with your insurance agent. He's pushing to repair it, but honestly, I think if you'd talk to him you could total it out. That's what I'd do."
Shelly's face fell. There was a small part of her that was hoping the car could be saved. "Really?"
"My estimate to repair it is over the blue-book value, and that's just to get it back to how it was before this - not to fix everything that was wrong. The engine took a good hit when it tipped, so that will have to be completely gone through. Your exhaust system is a complete loss, the quarter panel on the rear driver's side is toast. Pretty much everything that can leak is leaking. Add on the glass, body work and paint...and I'd say you're looking at maybe three thousand over what your insurance will pay after your deductible." He was looking at his clipboard and writing with his greasy hand.
"Is Saul here?" Mike's voice came from behind her as she took in the information.
"Yeah, he's in his office."
Mike nodded his thanks and took Shelly's hand as he led her behind the counter into a back office. He knocked on the open door as a tall, well-built Hispanic man sat behind a big desk with a telephone plastered to the side of his head. He signaled for Mike and Shelly to sit down as he wrapped up his conversation. He hung up the phone and smiled broadly at Mike. "Harding...how you doing, man?"
Mike stood and shook the man's hand. "I'm good, Saul. How's business?"
Saul laughed. "Hey, as long as there are bad drivers, I stay busy right?" They both laughed as they sat back down.
Shelly smiled as Mike introduced her. "This is my friend, Michelle Kourting, she's the owner of that Chevy from yesterday morning."
Saul shook her hand and greeted her warmly. She decided she liked him. "Sorry that happened, maim.
Did Kenny talk to you guys yet?"
She nodded. "Is it really that bad?"
Saul sighed as he clicked for something on his computer. "I'll open your work order. Now, this is just an estimate - but we are usually pretty accurate." He turned his chair to get something from his printer and handed it to her. "Your insurance agent called a bit ago, he seemed pretty adamant that he wanted it repaired rather than totaled out...but I don't see how that can happen for what your policy will cover. The van that hit you didn't have insurance, and from what I can tell you don't have any UIM coverage right?"
Shelly nodded. "Right," She lowered her head, a little embarrassed.
"Unfortunately, that means we are looking at the max allowable on your policy, and for that old of a car, it will cover maybe 25% even if I do it at cost for my buddy here."
Shelly listened as he went through the list of everything that needed to be fixed on her car. It was long.
"Mike does enough business here that I would be willing to donate the labor... but even then we are looking at least two grand." Saul looked at her sympathetically. "Sorry...wi
"You could always try to sue the other driver in small claims court or something." Saul was trying very hard to help her feel better.
Mike scoffed, "Yeah, like she'd get anything out of him anyway."
Saul nodded. "I know your guy wants to fix it, but honestly, you're better off totaling it. You'd at least get something out of it then. It won't be much, but it may be enough to get you into something else."
"Did he say why he wanted it repaired so badly?" Mike asked. "I saw the hit that thing took. I realize it's a steel fortress, but it was on its damn side. The frame has to be bent."
Saul nodded. "I don't know why, man. I told him I would see what I could do, but I really think it should be totaled out. You need something safer anyway...airbags, anti-lock brakes...stuff like that. That thing had to be killing you on gas."
Shelly chuckled as she handed Mike the papers. "Yeah...she wasn't exactly eco-friendly." She bit her lip. "She was dependable though...and she was mine. And paid for."
