Vivian winked at Brad who stared at her like a lovesick puppy. She stood and walked over to her car where Fish and Lou were working on it. Fish was removing at plate on her dashboard with a long number on it. "What's that?" she asked working her sore jaw around.

"Uh...it's your VIN number. I gotta runs it to makes sure this car ain't stolen."

"I understand," she said. There'd been a rash of stolen cars over the last month.

"Bad news," said Lou interupting. "It's your transmission."

Vivian felt her heart sink. "How much?"

"Three thousand."

"I can't afford that," she wailed. Vivian started crying again. "It's too much."

"I know, sweetheart," said Lou putting his arm around her shoulder. "Maybe we can work something out?" He steered her back towards his office.

"Like what, Lou?"

"I told you I liked Asian bitc...women. I'd be willing to drop my third if I can fuck you."

Vivian gasped. "Lou! I couldn't do that. I have a boyfriend. We're serious. I can't cheat on him."

"Just trying to do you a favor, sweetheart. I need the money more then I need to get laid, but you'd be worth every cent."

"Really? That's sweet. Even if I said yes, you're way too big for me. It'd never fit. Maybe, I could owe you ten more blow jobs?"

"No deal. We're moving out soon." Lou pulled his shirt up over his head. "It's now or never."