"Hold on Alexis, try this button here."
"No, we already did that one. If I use the charger cable, I think I can plug the USB end here."
"The steering wheel's 'source' button changes it to..."
"Megan stop," Alexis yelled, "pay attention to the road. You pay attention to driving, and I'll play with the gadgets."
"Sorry, I'm just not used to all these electronics, you know my old truck was sooo last-century. I need to figure out how to use all of this stuff myself."
"Do this tinkering in your driveway, not when you're driving. And slow down too, you're doing twenty over the limit."
"Oh crap, good catch Alexis, thanks. This van drives like a dream."
"It's a minivan, get it right. You don't even have kids and you still live with your parents even though you're twenty, for crap's sake. What made you get a soccer mom ride?"
"My old pickup had more problems than I could afford to fix, so I prettied it up as much as I could and took it to the car lot, and this is all I could get without taking a huge monthly payment. My college tuition eats almost all of my cash from the pizza joint."
"But how did you get them to pay so much for that old clunker? We both know it was a piece of crap. Did you give the salesman a blowjob or something?"
"Very funny, Alexis. Anyhow, like I said, I prettied up the truck, and it always did look way better than it runs. On the drive in, I had to stop twice to let it cool down. It has a habit of misbehaving when it's warm, and I didn't want it to have issues during the inspection."
"Well either way, thanks for picking me up to show off your new toy, this is pretty cool, even for a grocery-getter. It sure beats being bored off my ass at the dorm."
Distracted by talking, plus playing with the gadgets in the van, neither girl saw the speed limit drop as they approached the curve. Alexis looked up and saw a pickup pulling out in front of them, screaming as she realized it was too close.
Megan had glanced at the stereo again, and her friend's scream jolted her eyes back to the road. Her whole body locked up as she jammed both feet on the brake pedal, her eyes wide with fright. At the last second, she jerked the wheel to the side, grazing the last couple of inches of the van's front end into the corner of the truck's bumper.
The solid thump echoed through the van, mixed with the bright clatter of broken glass, the locked seat belts digging into the girl's bodies as the van lurched to the side after the collision.
Megan started to shake once the van stopped moving, taking a moment to remember to shift into park before turning off the engine. The truck had stopped twenty feet ahead, and she watched the doors swing open and two men stepped out. Turning to Alexis, she was happy to see no blood.
"Holy shit... Are you alright Alexis?"
"Yeah, thanks, just a bit shook up. How are you?"
"The same I think. Let's go make sure the other guys are OK too."
Cursing loudly, Megan slapped the steering wheel in anger. "My new van! Dammit! Why?"
"Calm down girlie, yelling won't help."
Sighing loudly, Megan got out in time to meet the men by her new minivan's rumpled front bumper.
"Are you OK miss?" the first guy asked, his eyes searching her body for obvious injury.
"Yeah, we are both fine. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hit you. It's totally my fault, I screwed up so bad. Are you guys hurt?"
"Nope, all good here. Since we aren't injured, let's pull off the road right back there, OK?"
Megan saw he was pointing to where the truck had pulled out from and nodded at him, getting back into the van. "Please start," she pleaded as she turned the key, smiling grimly when the engine responded right away. After a quick scan for traffic, she backed into the dirt parking lot, then both girls got out to survey the damage while waiting for the truck to join them.
Crying silently at the sight of the torn plastic bumper and the demolished headlight, Megan pictured how much this would also damage her bank account.
"Looks like you got off easy, miss."
Megan turned to see the other driver standing between their vehicles, looking at her van's damage before glancing up to see the temporary license plate.
"Easy? This is horrible, I don't know how I'll be able to pay for the repairs. I used all my money to buy this thing a half hour ago."
"Ouch, that's painful," the second guy said as he shook his head, "I'm Evan by the way."
"And I'm Jack," the driver said, "and it looks like your insurance will be getting us both new bumpers."
Alexis saw the tears in her friend's eyes, so she stepped forward with her hand out. "Nice to meet you. I'm Alexis, and the distracted driver here is Megan."
"I have a confession," Megan sighed, barely in control of her emotions, "I don't actually have insurance."
Jack rolled his eyes, frowning as he crossed his arms. "Don't you need to show proof of coverage before you can buy a car?"
"Yes, I still have my paper that shows I have coverage, but when I couldn't afford to make my last payment they dropped me. I don't know what to do..."
Hiding her face in her hands, she lost the battle of holding back her tears, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed. Trying to help, Alexis slid the side door open and guided Megan over to sit in the opening. Walking to the truck, she glanced in the bed to see they had the standard equipment for the typical retired men's pastime: fishing poles and beer bottles. 'Now I know what they were doing out here in the middle of nowhere,' she thought with a sigh, squatting down to look at the tweaked rear bumper.
"This isn't so bad," she offered, "can't you just twist it back into place? It's all steel, so that would work, right?"
"Not quite," Evan shook his head, "that is a custom job. Jack had it made special for this truck, and I can tell already that it's shot. Sorry, but we have to call the cops so his insurance will cover it. His pension can't cover stuff like this. Dammit girl, are you trying to give us more gray hair?"
"What else can I say?" Megan yelled out in frustration through her tears, "It's my fault and I'm really sorry for all of this. I can't afford to fix my own van, much less buy you a new custom bumper. I sure can't pay even more for a ticket for no insurance. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you? Anything at all?"
"Megan! Don't say it like that," Alexis barked, "that sounds really bad."
Jack laughed at the look of shock on Megan's face, and Alexis started to worry when she saw his face tighten in concentration.
"Anything, huh? Is that right Megan?"
"Not that," she replied with wide eyes, "you know what I mean. Don't be perverted. I'm not having sex with you, if that's what you're thinking. Anything but sex."
"Not even a blowjob?" Evan chuckled.
Megan opened her mouth to reply, then closed it, almost looking as if she was considering it. With her eyes closed, she shook her head slowly as her shoulders slumped in resignation.
"Only one thing on a man's mind, right?" Megan asked rhetorically, "No, I can't do a blowjob either. How about a handjob?"
"That sounds fun," Jack smiled as he walked closer, "but I have a couple of details to add to it. You both have to be naked, and we do it right here and now."
"Hey wait a second," Alexis interjected, "how did I get dragged into this?"
"You're part of this whole thing as well, right? It's all or nothing," Jack smiled, "or we can do this the legal way and call the cops and go the insurance route."
"Alexis, please?" Megan asked quietly as she unbuttoned her shirt, "give these perverts some jollies for a few minutes, and we can be done. I'll owe you so huge for this."
Looking at the other three in disbelief, Alexis barked out a humorless laugh. "This is un-fucking-believable, Megan. Are you serious? They're old enough to be our dads."
Megan noted the men's hungry eyes as her shirt came off, and she covered her chest with the shirt as she looked up at her friend. "It's just a couple of minutes, and no one can see us here. There's nothing out there but the lake."