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shifted into reverse and the minibus responded as if it hadn’t been sitting abandoned in a field for a couple of years.
    “She runs great,” Eric claimed as he backed around so he could drive head first down the driveway.
    Rebekah crossed her fingers and sent a little prayer heavenward as Eric shifted into first gear and eased forward. There wasn’t so much as a sputter of protest out of the—what had Eric said the original owner called her?— temperamental vehicle.
    “Wow,” Eric said. “I think she might actually make it out of the driveway.”
    “She’s going to make it another hundred thousand miles or so,” Rebekah assured him with a confident smile.
    They drove around their neighborhood, which consisted of widely spaced farmsteads down narrow blacktop or gravel roads. When they returned, Rebekah instructed Eric to park near the water spigot on the side of the garage so she could wash the van.
    “I’m proud of you,” Eric said as he shut off the engine.
    She beamed at him. “I’m proud of you too.”
    “But I didn’t do anything.”
    “It takes mad skills to make this woman blissfully happy,” she said, pointing to her chest. “And you, sir, are the master.”
    He grinned. “Well, okay. I will take credit for that.”
    She slapped at him playfully and climbed out of the minibus, turning on the hose and spraying off years of grim and the new coating of dust they’d added while driving down unpaved roads.
    “Can you get me a bucket of soapy water?” she asked Eric.
    “Under one condition,” he said, lifting a finger at her.
    “What’s that?”
    “You take those overalls off while you wash your new car.”
    “You expect me to wash it in my T-shirt and panties?”
    “Your wet T-shirt and panties.”
    She grinned. He really didn’t want to win this bet, did he? “I’ll think about it,” she said. “While you’re getting me a bucket of soapy water.”
    He chuckled and entered the house through the garage to do her bidding. While he was gone, she stripped off her bra and hung it from the round side mirror of the bus and continued spraying down the vehicle. She was surprised to find that beneath all the dirt, the paint was still lustrous. Someone had painted the body white but added huge brightly colored daisies in a chain all around the perimeter just beneath the windows. It was freaking adorable. She loved it. She wasn’t sure how the drummer of a metal band would feel about being seen in such a whimsical vehicle, but her girly soul squealed at its cuteness.
    The bucket clunked as it dropped on the ground behind her. She glanced over her shoulder at her husband, her heart thudding with anticipation. He loved to watch. And she loved to put on a show for him.
    “Thank you. Go have a seat.” She nodded toward a shady spot under a nearby tree.
    Careful to keep her left, newly inked arm as dry as possible, she reached into the bucket of soapy water for the big sponge floating among the bubbles. She got more suds on her leg than the vehicle as she scrubbed it clean, so she made sure to spray herself off with chilly water from the garden hose.
    Getting her clothes wet gave her the perfect excuse to unfasten the buckles at her shoulders and allow her coverall shorts to drop to the muddy ground. In nothing but her wet white tank top, hot-pink thong, and her lime-green Converse, she rubbed the soapy sponge over the surface of the vehicle, being sure to bend over and stick her ass out so her husband got plenty of enjoyment from her car wash.
    She grinned when a pair of warm hands peeled her thong over the curve of her ass.
    “I can eat you out without losing the bet,” Eric said as he dropped to his knees behind her and buried his face in her pussy.
    The sponge tumbled from her hand as she pressed her palm against the side of the minibus for stability.
    “Right?” The word was muffled as his mouth found her center.
    “Yes,” she groaned, not as an answer to his question, but because she