though she was twice my age, probably. Those jeans looked good on her. I admired the wonderful taper of her denim covered butt and the sweet cleft between them, just at the bottom, right above her thighs. A mental picture of pressing my face into that spot and breathing in crossed my mind, but then I shook my head and stepped up to check the radiator cap. A second later, I whipped my hand back and checked to make sure it hadn't just melted off. "If you're going to open the