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Ding-Dong AGAIN I really did intend to write only one story but because of the kind reviews I got from you nice people I decided to continue. To be able to understand what's going on read 'Ding-Dong' These stories are copyright by Lou Wallace © 2007. *************************************************************** Ding-Dong, Ding Dong. It was nine o'clock Saturday Morning and I knew it had to be Evey. She had called last night and said she was taking the week-end off and asked if she might come over. She said she had a surprise for me. When I answered the door there she stood, her hair looking like she just came from the beauty shop and she was dressed in a black pants suit and a man tailored light yellow blouse, with a very feminine and lacy camisole peeked out from behind the second button, light tan hose and 2 inch pumps. She was also carrying a shopping bag with an elegant store emblem on it. "Hi, good morning," she said in a cheery voice as she gracefully stepped into the house. "Sleep Well?" she asked. I had to admit that based on the experience from our last encounter, anticipating the surprise, I had to say, "No, I was too excited." "You're entitled, and knowing what I had planned I didn't sleep well either." She walked past me and down the hall into the bedroom. I had been up since six this morning; making the bed, dusting and making sure everything was in its place. From the bag she took a carefully folded, beautiful green silk blouse and a black a-line skirt. The she reached in and took out a box that contained a pair of black patent leather three inch high heeled shoes. "I know you have the lingerie that will fit under these clothes so I didn't bother to bring any," she said in a bright cheery voice. "Okay, if you'll wait in the living room I'll get dressed," I said. I was remembering our last sexual frolic and my pecker was already coming alive. "Oh no, I'll help you, we can't take all day with this, we're going shopping after you're dressed," she said excitedly. The frozen, shocked look on my face gave away what was in my mind. Before I could utter an objection to going out in public, she said, "I don't want to hear any objections. I've been planning this for the last week. We're going to a Mall that's more than 50 miles from here and I meant exactly what I said two weeks ago about how amazed I was at how magnificently passable you are en femme. You need not be concerned about being read. Remember the UPS guy that was here two weeks ago thought you were the lady of the house." "Why do we have to go shopping? I have plenty of clothes; you've seen that for yourself," I asked in a panic. "Tom, err.. Laura, I know what I said, but I think we can update and increase your wardrobe to be more feminine and fashionable at the same time. I've been thinking if I coach you in feminine deportment and some voice training you can be a hottie, wouldn't you like that?" "Of course I would, It's every cross dresser's dream. But If I get read today it'll be embarrassing for both of us." "Listen to me," she said in a soft sexy tone of voice, "I told you before, when you're dressed, wearing sexy lingerie, cosmetics and a smashing dress you turn me on. The sexier you look the more turned on I get. The more turned on I am the more I can turn you on. Handing me the skirt and blouse she said firmly, "Now, go get dressed." Coincidently, I didn't have to put on my sexy satin green panties, bra and camisole, I was wearing them under the robe I had on when I answered the door. I was thrilled with the delightful look on her face when I opened my robe to show her, she said "that-a-girl." She followed me down the hall to the bedroom. I still had to put on the garter belt, waist cinch and my nylons which I quickly did. When I started to apply my makeup she said, "use that stuff sparingly, we're going to be two girls out shopping, not a couple of hookers. Look at my face closely and you'll see I have the barest amount of eye liner, no eye shadow and the barest amount of lipstick, your young enough and fair skinned enough to get away with the minimum of cosmetics and still look like a young attractive female. There are girls out there that would kill for your skin." I did as I was told and then put on the wig and again after shaking my head vigorously from side to side, peeking through the bangs I could see Laura. Evey took the comb and brush out of my hands and styled the wig into a completely different hairdo than I was going to do. "I wore a wig much like this in college on bad hair days and have probably worked into more styles than you can imagine," she said as she worked what I considered a miracle. I even started to believe with her help I could be a 'hottie'. After Evey finished with the styling I told her I could never have imagined that that wig was capable of the hair style she had accomplished. "C'mon, do you have a purse?" I had to answer that I had an old single brown leather purse that looked too well used. I brought it at a 'Good Will' store just to have it. "Okay," she responded, "go get it. We'll put in a lipstick, compact, your wallet and a few other things a lady needs and we'll be on our way." "Oh, you do have a coat?" she said, almost as an afterthought. "I have a thin ladies beige car coat that I wear for pictures of myself so I looked like I'm outside." "That'll do, put it on and we'll be out the door." I don't have to tell the readers about the first time going outside. I was terrified as she opened the door and said, "Make sure you have a house key, I'll drive." I was petrified as I turned the lock on the doorknob and stepped outside. As I hurried to her car, Evey closed the door and turned the handle to make sure it was locked. I opened the door to her car and did manage to remember to turn my back to her car, sit down and then swing my legs inside. I quickly reached over and pulled the door shut, while looking around to see if any of the neighbors were outside. "WOW! Where did you get this piece of history? It looks immaculate." The car had a teal and white paint job and all leather upholstery. I saw the V-8 symbol on the dashboard. She was driving a classic 1957 Chevy. "This was a gift from a former rich boyfriend. He was really into antique cars and I admired it so much he gave it to me." "Wow again," I said. I'm surprised he didn't want it back when you broke up. "We didn't break up," she said slowly. As she turned to look at me I could see her eyes welling up with sorrow, "he was killed in an industrial accident." "Oh, I'm so sorry," I replied with a voice that was almost a whisper. I quickly changed the subject. "Where we headed?" In a much cheerier voice she smiled and said, "We're going over to the Middleburg Mall and buy my beautiful girlfriend some lingerie and a couple new outfits." As she was saying this the index and middle finger of her right hand were moving, walking style, up and down my left skirt cover leg and thigh. "You know I don't know what you do for a living!" "I'm a situational troubleshooter for a large firm," I said, not offering anymore detail. We arrived at the Mall after forty minutes of driving and a lot of small talk about my past cross dressing adventures. Seeing all the people in the bright sunshine terrified me. Evey said "C'mon, get out the same way you got in, open the door, and slide your backside around until your legs are out and then stand up and close the door." I did exactly that, not missing the silky feel of my panties sliding across my slip when I did. "Okay, let's go." I was so terrified I couldn't move. Evey came around the car and grabbing me by the arm pulled me toward the Mall entrance. "Keep your steps small, and you voice high, elbows close to your body and don't look around. You have nothing to be afraid of. You must remember that you look as much a woman as I do, and it'll help if you keep in mind the image of what you saw in the mirror this morning after you got dressed and I fixed your hair." Evey let go of my arm and started walking, I hurriedly followed and caught up with her. We passed several teenage girls on the way in and not one said anything about me that I could hear. As a matter of fact at the entrance we approached two teenage girls. One was complaining about her mother. She stopped looked up at me and the turned to her friend and continued the conversation. That single event relieved me of the terrible knot in my stomach and the fearful trembling that I felt all over. Now, fortified with courage, I looked forward to the coming shopping adventure with Evey. The first stop was Maryanne's Secret Lingerie Shop. It was one of the shops closest to where we came in. Evey led me by the hand to the where the panties were on display. She pointed to a pair of full cut baby blue silk panties that were almost translucent. They were indeed delicate and lacy with silk ribbons at the sides and a denser lace front that extended to the crotch. "See how many different colors of that Vanity style full hipped panty you can find," Evey said as she turned and walked toward the half slip and camisole display to look for that type of lingerie that would match the panties that I was looking at. I damned near panicked thinking how I would handle the situation if a saleslady approached me and Evey wasn't around to do the talking. Fortunately, I didn't have that problem. Evey returned with several camisoles and half slips just in the nick of time to answer a saleslady's inquiry, "May I help you find something, Miss?" Evey replied with her 'light up the room smile', "Thank you, but I think we found what we were looking for." She turned to me and asked if I could find panties and bras that matched the four sets of half slips and camisoles she was carrying. "I think so," I replied in a shaking voice. "Okay, now let's go over and look at their selection of nylons and garter belts. Let's see if they still have any of the thigh high nylons with the seams up the back, they are really sexy." By the time we left I spent more than I intended. It was also later than I thought. Evey suggested we get a bite to eat before going back to my place. "I can't go in a restaurant dressed like this," I said with a sound of absurdity in my voice. "You certainly can," Evey replied. "You being sillingly afraid of being read is a paranoia that I can't seem to make you get over. You just spent several hours in a Mall shopping dressed like that and nobody suspected anything. A couple of times I walked a few steps behind you to see the reactions of the other shoppers and except for the men turning their heads for another look and the ladies admiring glances nobody, and I mean nobody, not even the kids, suspected that you were anything than what you appeared to be ?. A well groomed, beautiful young woman out shopping. Now let's go eat." We took our things to the car and then walked back into a restaurant in the same Mall. My knees got weak as I saw the waitress approaching after we picked out place to sit. "Hi good afternoon, my name's Melanie, we're kind of short handed today, I'll find you a seat and get you menus and a server. A tall dark guy in the restaurant uniform appeared at our table and looking directly at my chest said, "Good evening Ladies, my name's Carl, and I'll be your server today. Can I get you something to drink?" He looked back and forth at both of us as he spoke and as he handed me the menu I noticed him staring at my breasts again. I took that as an indication that he thought we were what we appeared to be. Evey said, "Hi we'll each have a glass of white zinfidel." "Very well, I'll be back with the wine and to get your get order shortly." "See, I told you that you have nothing to be concerned about, now just sit there demurely and enjoy you wine. It'll help relax you and then you can enjoy your meal. I'll order the same thing for both of us and you just watch me and do what I do." Everything went fabulously well just as Evey had predicted. As the wine began to affect me, I relaxed and began to enjoy the feelings I was experiencing; the satiny lingerie, the taste of my lipstick and the feeling of the nylons when I crossed my legs. I even felt a familiar stirring in my panties. When Evey reached under the table and ran her hand up and down my shin and calf, she said, "I knew you'd begin to enjoy yourself once you relaxed." I began to feel a pleasant glow that centered in my groin. I could feel that glow that meant I was probably beginning to secrete the pre-sex liquid in my panties. When Evey saw the waiter coming with our meal, she straightened up and smiled confidently at me. "You are okay, right?" "Oh, yes, very okay," I whispered. After we finished our meal, paid, and left the restaurant, we walked back to the car and Evey mysteriously said, "More adventures to come today. You'll love it, I promise." We drove out of the Mall and away from town. After about fifteen minutes, she turned off the highway on to a dirt road. She said "Another ten minutes and we'll be there." "Where," I asked anxiously? She didn't answer, just smiled. After the promised ten minute drive down a dirt road, she drove into an open meadow about the size of a football field. "This used to be a sulky race track," she said, waving her hand across the windshield, "until the Casinos became a big thing and the owners couldn't make enough from the bettors to maintain it. Since then the local kids have been using it as a lover's lane. There's nobody here but us now, but it's early. In about three hours the place'll be packed with cars parked bumper to bumper in a big ring around this outfield." As she said that, she drove over and parked as far from the entrance as she could. It was just starting to get dark. Evey motioned for me to move over closer to her. As I slid over, my skirt, tight as it was, moved up somewhat to mid thigh. As I tried to pull it back down. Evey said, "don't bother sweetheart, you're about to have another new experience. You're gonna find out what its like to be the girl in a car, who finds herself parked in a remote location with her date. As she put her arm around me and her hand on my leg she said, "This is where the guy says to the girl, "It's my way or the highway. Didn't you ever say that to your date?" I said, "No, I never did, when the girl stopped cooperating I took her home." "Well, good for you," she said as she leaned over and taking her hand off my leg took my head in her hands and tenderly kissed me, pushing her tongue through my eagerly awaiting lips. "I'll be gentle, I promise," she said in a sexy breathy whisper. I moved even closer as the kisses became more and more passionate. She reached over and took my right hand in hers and with a simultaneous moan, placed it on her left breast. I began to fondle her breast and used my thumb to find her nipple. It wasn't difficult because it was as hard as a rock. She let out a low erotic moan. As we were making out I could feel her fingernails move up my leg slowly, in small circles and under my skirt. I was now feeling that familiar pleasurable glow again because my pecker was now gushingly alive, pushing out plenty of lubricating fluid. I could feel my green satin panties getting wet. I was sure Evey's vagina was doing the same. I could fell her fingers were moving back and forth across my tummy over my panties very slowly and tenderly. I moved my hand from her breast to unbutton her slacks and slide the side zipper all the way down. She moaned lowly in anticipation of what was to come. She pulled the lever to slide her seat back as far as it would go and then moved the seatback into a reclining position. She also lifted her backside up enough for me to pull he slacks down to her knees. I moved my hand down to rub her tummy in circles. To my surprise she was also wearing green satin panties, with lace on the side, even the same style and maker. As I began to rub lower on her tummy she began to breathe harder and moan louder. Finally I put my hand over her pubis. The area above her vagina. When I did that she jerked her hips upwards. I moved my hand higher so that I could slide it down into the front of her panties. As I felt the beginning of her pubic hair, my pecker began to throb. I moved my hand even further down and just touched the outside of her vagina. My fingers moved past the labium majora and into the labium minora, the more sensitive part of her, by now, well lubricated virginal vault. Our breathing began to quicken even more and the moans more and more primitive. With her left hand she reached across me and moved my seat back and then pulled the other seat lever and pushed me carefully back into an almost horizontal position. I definitely was experiencing what a girl on a date with a passionate but loving boyfriend would experience. "Lift up sweetheart," I heard Evey whisper as I felt the pressure of her hand on my lower back. I lifted my rear end and legs as far off the seat as I could. She then, with a nimble move, pulled my skirt and slip up to my waist exposing my panties and rolled on top of me. With her right hand gently holding the back of my head, she moved he left hand down to my panties at the point just above my crotch. She would caress my abdomen and occasionally reach down and touch my stone hard pecker under my satin panties. "My, my, aren't we excited; your panties are wetter than mine." "Slowly, slowly, sweetheart. Let's take our time." I was intent on doing exactly that. While I was moving my index finger in and out of her, she was slowly moving her fingertips in a circle on my abdomen and moving lower with each loop. Our tongues were moving in and out with the rhythm of my finger in her vagina. Soon I managed to enter with two fingers which evoked a lower more primeval moan from deep in Evey's throat. This went on for more than an hour. She was panting and I heard her moaning, "I'm coming, I'm coming." I felt her body shiver, and then shiver again as she sighed deeply. I could feel a generous amount of her vaginal fluid flooding over and down my finger. She inhaled again in two trembling breaths and then slowly moaned lowly, ooooh Laura?? Immediately she moved her cupped hand down to the outside of my panties and began to slowly massage my throbbing member through the satiny material. Just as I was about to come I grabbed her wrist to slow things down but It was too late I could feel myself erupting under her fingers. I felt the gush of warm seminal fluid soaking my panties as I experienced the same exquisite feeling I felt before when making love with this woman. I felt that warm glow over and over just like before. The glow subsided and then I could feel it growing again and then subsiding. It was a pleasurable feeling beyond description that enveloped my whole body. As we lay there with her face close to mine and her hair brushing my cheekbones, she murmured, "It wasn't as comfortable as being in bed was it? But now you know what it feels like for a girl doing it in a car." "The lack of room seems to make the experience more intense and more intimate, if that's possible, don't you think?" she said with a wide pleasurable smile on her face. After saying that she rolled off me, and I heard through the glowing floating sensation I was still experiencing, the sound of her pulling up the zipper on the side of her slacks. I also felt her slide her hand under the small of my back and in response to the slight pressure I arched my back as she slid her hand under my butt and smoothed my skirt and slip, pulling them down, so I was decently covered again. She also reached over and pulled the lever that put my seat in the upright position and then did the same with hers. Looking at my face she said, "Sweetie, you're gonna hafta straighten up your makeup." I pulled down the visor mirror and I could see she was right, my lipstick was smeared and my hair was disheveled. "Here, let me help you." She reached for my purse and pulled out my lipstick and holding my chin in her hand, used a tissue to gently wipe off my lipstick and then reapplied it. Taking my hairbrush she put her hand on top of my head and carefully rearranged my hairdo. When she finished she took my face in both her hands and very tenderly and gently kissed me. As she drew back and looked me in the eye, cocking her head to the side, she said, "Did you enjoy your new feminine experience?" "It was definitely the most pleasurable experience I've ever had in my whole life," I explained. "You've experienced a taste of what it's like to be an attractive woman in a man's world, and soon you'll become aware of the fact that we girls just let them think it's their world when we know differently." You'll find that out for yourself eventually. "One of the down sides to doing this in the car is a real girl starts to feel the guy's juices running out of her and slowly soaking her panties. Sometimes that can become uncomfortable." She winked at me and smiled as she started the car and drove out where we came in. Going down the dirt road that would eventually lead to the main road, the engine began to run unevenly and just as we turned on to the hard road towards town, it quit. "OH SHIT," she shouted as she banged on the steering wheel. "Where's you flashlight"? I said as I turned in my seat, again my skirt hiked itself above my knees. .Opening the door, and turning my body toward it as Evey had taught me, and feeling my panties slide over my slip I got out and stood alongside the car. I watched Evey fishing around in her purse. Again I said, "where's your flashlight?" "I don't have one," she replied, "I'm looking for my cell phone; we're going to have to car a garage with a tow truck." "Open the Glove compartment and take out the Road Service Contract. There's phone numbers listed for participating towing services." "Okay," I replied "here's the number of a garage just down the road." She dialed the number and I could tell from the time passing that she wasn't getting an answer. "Shit they're closed," she said exasperatingly. "What's the next closest," she asked. I found one in the book that said they were open 24 hours. When she dialed the number she got an answer and described the problem and our location. "He said he'll be here in about 15 minutes. So what do you want to do?" "I suggest we wait in the car, if some lecherous prick comes by and sees two women standing alongside their car he's sure to figure out we've go a problem, and God know what he'd try do to what he thinks are two defenseless women." Now I was starting to realize what she said about the feeling of the wet crotch of my panties. I could definitely feel the now no longer body temperature seamen between my legs as my crotch was open to the cold air blowing under my skirt. "I agree let's get back in the car and wait for the truck," Evey said as she hurriedly got back in the car. Sitting in the dark, cold car Evey questioned my feelings about the whole experience of feeling pretty, attracting the attention of young men and yet realizing the vulnerability that a young eye-catching woman has to deal with every day. "How did you feel when the waiter was looking more at your boobs than your face, I'm sure you noticed the guys, young and old glancing and leering at you. Did you notice the different attitude of the sales ladies because they thought you were one of us?" Did you feel insecure because of your real gender, or because the uninvited attention you were getting was unwelcome and there was not one damn thing you could do about it? And now, the million dollar question, If you had the chance at reincarnation would you come back as an attractive female or a male?" "Okay, Evey, I've been giving this a lot of thought, in the past two weeks and today. First, I hope what I say you won't take offense. The fact that the waiter was looking at my boobs as was most of the guys we passed didn't bother me at all, as a matter of fact I found it quite amusing. And, yes, for some strange reason I felt a sort of camaraderie with the sales ladies. Yes, the feeling of femininity that was generated by the clothes I was wearing made me feel like I was unable to react aggressively to anything that I felt was unwelcome, or annoying. Normally, as Tom I felt in complete control of my surroundings, no matter where I was. If I didn't get my way I could always resort to violence in situations where I felt threatened. As strange as it may seem, Laura didn't feel that way, As Laura I felt as I feel now, We don't know anything about this guy driving the tow truck and I guess I'm concerned about what he'll think when he finds two young helpless women alone our here in the dark. It's certainly an uncomfortable feeling of both suspense and fear. Evey motioned for me to move nearer to her, and as I did so she reached under my skirt and touched me between my legs. "Wow, not only are you cold and wet 'down there', but your pecker is soft. I didn't realize that fear could do that to a man. "Evey," I explained. "I'm not afraid just concerned, but that's enough to turn off the horniness, in spite of feeling the soft silk of the bra lining and the satin panties." She again took my head between her hands and gently kissed me and explored the inside of my mouth with her tongue. "As for the million dollar question, I think I'd rather be born a slightly built male, exactly as I am now. I know there are two sides to this feminine coin. One is all the pleasant feelings of better sex and the attention that an attractive female gets and all the tactile pleasures of the silk and satin. But I don't have to put up with the pain, suffering and messiness of menstrual periods. The daily grind of all the things a girl has to do to be an attractive girl; the daily moisturizing routine, the shaving, the constantly having to watch your weight and the saddest part of all, the fact that the beauty is only skin deep and will over time begin to deteriorate. Not necessarily to ugliness or unattractiveness, but certainly to degradation. I guess a beautiful woman eventually begins to realize as she grows older that the guys are not turning to look at her or even later glance. Guys, unless they're extremely vain, don't have to deal with that. And I think the results of the ageing process and it results for beautiful women like you are Mother Nature's cruelest actions" I do enjoy what we did today and I'm looking forward to doing it again. I guess I even think that I have it better than you in that you've only experienced fifty percent of your humanity. I've experienced a little more. And, with your help, I hope to continue to do more. Before Evey could comment, a set of headlights pulled up behind us. "God, I hope that the tow truck," I managed to say. In a moment an older balding man appeared outside Evey's window, making motions with his hand that she should roll the window down. "You the lady that called for a tow truck?" The man asked in a cheery voice. Evey had turned on the car's ceiling light to get a better look at his face. Not realizing it, she also revealed that there were two young women in the car. "Yes, that was me," Evey replied. "Okay, Hon, what's the problem?" "I'll let you listen," Evey said as she turned the key in the ignition. The car started but ran really rough and then stopped. "Wow, you got a problem alright. Both you ladies will have to step out of the car while I hook 'er up for a safe tow. You can stand across the road if you want. After I get it connected you'll hafta ride back to the garage with me. The tow truck has a back seat." "Okay," Evey said as we both began to get out of the car at the same time. I slid my butt and legs toward the door on my side and even though nobody would be watching me, I got out of the car as modestly as I could. I think Evey would have been proud had she seen it. We both walked towards the back of the car and then across the dark road, being very careful. Fortunately, for us there was a bright moon and it wasn't completely dark. We watched the guy back the tow truck up and then drive forward, and back up again, so his truck was close to the front of Evey's pride and joy. It didn't take him long to hook up the cables. Getting up he yelled to us, "You've got a real valuable piece of history here, ladies and I'm making sure she's treated with the respect she deserves." "By the way, my name's Earl," he said cheerily with the same smile the spider must have had when it invited the fly into its parlor. "I'm Evey and this is my friend Laura," came the response. While wiping his hands with a rag after smearing some white goop on them and rubbing them together, he opened the rear door of the truck, and motioned us to get in. "Okay Ladies, we'll be in the garage in 15 minutes. Evey had to hike her skirt up to step into the truck, I did the best I could to imitate what she did. Earl made sure he got a good look at my nylon clad legs before he closed the door and walked around and got into the driver's seat. "Where you ladies from", he turned his head sideways and asked. Evey replied, "From Morristown on our way back from shopping in Westville," she lied. We engaged in the normal small talk about how glad we were that Earl was still open when we called and the weather was decent. Some of the questions that Earl asked were none of his business and were easily deflected, as were some of his double entendre remarks about women. Once he said, "I know an Irish lady, with six kids who doesn't call a women's monthly problem a curse, she says in her case it's a blessing." We giggled politely at that, but didn't want to encourage him into telling more risqu? stories. Evey quickly changed the subject and asked him what he thought the problem with the car was. He said, "It sounds to me like a blown head gasket, those older cars especially that make and Model Chevrolet are known for it." I leaned over and whisper to Evey, "That's bullshit. I don't think this guy's an honest business man." "We're there," Earl said as he made a turn into a dirt road that would take us around to the back of his garage. There was a big neon sign advertising 'EARL'S GARAGE, MECHANIC ALWAYS ON DUTY', standing along the road. Earl stopped the truck in the rear of the garage, got out and inserted a key into a box mounted on a pole alongside the big door to the service bay. "Wow, that lock loves that key," he said as he climbed back into the truck and pulled up far enough to get Evey's car into the bay. He then unhooked it and drove the truck around to the side of the building. Returning with a flashlight, he said pleasantly, looking at Evey, "Hon can you open the hood?" Evey said, "open it yourself the latch is in the grille." "Okay, yeah, I forgot about these antiques being so trusting." Earl leaned down and fished around into the grille. "Makes me feel like an amateur gynecologist," he said as he looked at us leeringly. Finally he found the latch, popped the hood and raised it. He walked around and looked at the engine on the passenger's side and then quickly moved to the driver's side, and began to pull on the fan belt and poke on the air filter. When he was shining the light down on the passenger's side I thought I glimpsed the problem, and was positive when Earl quickly moved the light away from the middle of the block and moved to the other side of the car. While he was poking and prodding I walked over to Evey and whispered to her to ask him to step to the rear of the garage, and explain, since it was her car, that she needed to find out confidentially, of course, what he thought the cost was gonna be. And to delay him as long as possible from coming back here. With a quizzical look at me, she did what I asked without hesitation. Walking to the back of the car, Evey said, "Earl, can I speak to you privately?" Earl replied happily, "Sure thing Hon, anything for you." Leaving the hood open he followed Evey to the back of the garage, and stood in front of the bay door we came in. I pulled the beige trench coat as tightly as I could around me, to protect the feminine finery I was wearing and leaned over, feeling around in the dark recesses of the engine compartment. I found exactly what I expected to find. I could feel a small brass elbow sticking to the rear spark plug without the necessary wire from the distributor hooked into it. Some more fishing and tracing distributor wires I found the one that should have been in the bottom hole of the elbow. I glanced up to see where Evey was, I couldn't hear the conversation but from the animation I knew she was succeeding in keeping him occupied. Using both hands, and loosing two fingernails in the process, I managed to guide the disruptive ignition wire from the distributor into the spark plug elbow. I squeezed the elbow and wire as hard as I could with my fingers, hoping it would stay in place long enough to accomplish its purpose. Just then the phone rang in Earl's office, a little glassed in cubicle at the rear of the other wider service bay. As he walked toward it, Evey looked at me as I motioned her to come in a hurry. While she walked briskly toward me, I slammed the hood shut, pushed the button to open the garage door in front of us, got in the driver's seat and leaned over and opened the passenger's door. I yelled, "GET IN QUICK!" As she did so, I turned the ignition and the good little six cylinder engine that it was, roared to life. I didn't want to gun it for fear vibration would loosen the wire again, but I knew from the sound that it was purring exactly like it should. This time with all six cylinders firing. I eased out the still rising garage door and I could see in the mirror earl running furtively to catch up with us. Looking back Evey said, "What if he tries to sue us for the money we owe him for the tow?" "Listen to me, he has your license number and undoubtedly will try to scare you into paying him some exorbitant amount. But you tell him your friend, Laura, has a brother that works for the IRS and if he thinks his books can stand a close inspection that will scrutinize his earning, expenses and lifestyle, then tell him to sue you." Evey said, "Would you believe that Son-of-a-Bitch wanted to take the towing charge out in trade. He had a fantasy about fucking us both. I thought to myself, if I hadn't been able to fix the problem, maybe we could have started something like that after he fixed the car. I'm sure what I had under my skirt would have literally blown his mind. After we got underway on the main road and were able to stop by a street light in town, I asked Evey for here eyelash curler and used it as pliers to squish the copper elbow tighter to keep the ignition wire tight where it belonged. I drove Evey back to my home, and on the way she said, "We must discuss your chauvinistic male superiority complex soon. You really don't have any idea of how much men are controlled by women, and the best part is they don't even know it. Maybe next weekend I'll take a day off too, and Laura and I will discuss it." "No," I said as I go into my. "You bring your treasures, both of them, over tomorrow and Tom'll do an ignition system overhaul on both of them."