Respecting Her Boundaries (Sam)

(Sam)

I sat behind the wheel of the GTR Nissan Skyline, which I had been resorting over the past few weeks. While Tat’s made some final adjustments under the hood to bring the girl back to life.

We had our work cut out for us on this project to get her looking good before the owner came to collect in 12 days; the car needed a full paint job, new seats and interior, and installation of the latest sound system as the client requested. Yet so far, we were struggling to get the beast to turnover, despite having rebuilt half the engine.

As I wait for Tats to give me the thumbs up, my thoughts drift back to Lola, the events of last night playing on repeat in my head.

At the time, building her up with no intention of giving her any kind of release had felt like a worthy punishment. But then again, I had been too drunk, high and horny to consult the rationally part of my brain. A colossal fuckup, to say the least.