he breathes hotly into his designer cuff and caresses the indigo gloss. this is his vehicle: all sleek symmetry*, elegant, low-slung, purring, passionate... like himself, if he does say so himself. and he does... constantly.
he tucks his tummy hurriedly under his belt and undoes one more button on his shirt in a vain attempt to match the absolute - and unattainable - coolness of his car.
*photo friday
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