Lilly Kim

Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

"And that's the last one Joe. We are done for the day." I exclaimed, rolling out from under the rusty Volkswagen.

"Thanks Lil," Joe retorted dryly, "I really enjoyed staying 2 hours after closing."

I rolled my eyes and started to clean my tools. You see, Joe is the owner and even though I've been hanging around here since I was ten and officially working here since I was seventeen, the old man doesn't trust me enough to lock up shop. He believes that if he let's me lock up I'll never leave. So, he stays here until I finally feel "guilty" that I'm keeping him from his witch of a wife.

"Sorry Joe. I didn't know you were so enthusiastic to go home and eat Sharlas runny meatloaf."

I dislike that witch with a passion. It all started when I was eighteen. At that time I had been working at Joe's mechanical shop for about a year and a half and everyday that I worked there, I stayed late. Since I started working there she got it in her head that Joe was having an affair with me because I was the only woman working in the shop. So one day, when I was working late she barged in the shop and saw, what she claimed was Joe and I in a "compromising position". Basically, him siting beside the car I was working on, handing me tools and trying convince me to leave and me under the car working on it. After the scene she made at the shop and the untruthful sob story she shared with her pageant friends, I avoided the witch like she was a plague, only to share not so kind words with her when she tries to come for me to my face.

"Lil, hurry up. At this rate I'll never get home before 9." Joe exclaimed emerging from his office and locking it behind him.

"Hardy Har Har Joe. You and I both know you are in no rush to go home to that stiff blonde haired pageant hag," I put the last tool away and wipped my hands on a oil stained rag before turning around to confront him, "call Kimmy when you are done dealing with hairspray as your homes air freshener." I looked Joe straight in the eyes and raised my brows and then plastering the most innocent smile I can.

Joe gave me a dirty look and grimaced once he saw my innocent smile attempt. "Lil, I told you not to say those kinds of things. Kimmy is not in the picture and never do that smile again, you look like a chucky doll."

I threw my head back, laughed and made my way to the shops exit. "Kimmy has the hots for you man, she knows how to cook somewhat, knows what a beer is, and never wears hairspray," I paused as I heaved the garage door open and stepped out onto the dusty lot, Joe following closely behind me, "if you ever wanna have some fun, call me and I'll have Kimmy speak to you." I threw a cheeky grin over my shoulder at Joe.

"I know Lil," Joe huffed, slamming the garage for back down and closing it, "you tell me this every day."

I walked over to my mode of transportation for the day, my beautiful restored Harley Davidson which I painted a lovely matte black. I secured my helmet and mounted the beauty. As I revved the engine I yelled "So when will you take me up on the offer? She's always ready for you."

I smirked and winked as Joe's face changed from wary and passive to shocked.

As I pulled out of the dusty lot I yelled, "See you tomorrow Joe."