Love and Murder in a Car Wash, by Jimmy Jacobson a story about AI and Love
Love and Murder in a Carwash
by Jimmy Jacobson
She pulls her car into the dark garage and puts it into park, but leaves the keys in the ignition while the engine purrs softly. Removing the band holding her hair back in a business like pony tail, the woman stretches her legs out straightening her back against the seat with her arms extended in front of her, pushing against the steering wheel. He looks at her through the darkness, eyes drinking in every supple curve with laser like precision. She pops the latch on her seat and reclines backwards as he glides towards her. Closing her eyes, she moans gently while he blows across her back and leaves a gentle trail of moisture where he passes over. The time for gentle touching is over and he explodes over her to the sound of a rainstorm and hail.
When he has given all he has to give, she straightens her seat, eplaces the pony tail and puts the car in drive and pulls out of the car wash, leaving Mark VII to long for her weekly visit while serving the next approximately four hundred and twenty three customers that will pass beneath his brush-less washing arms in the next 7 days.
To be continued
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