full now, Vanity.? {I flash a dark grin, enjoying my puns. As always sex and a hunt have put me in a fantastic mood, wiping away ~

the sullen disposition Vanity. was deal with earlier}

{I'd spent the better part of the past week in the cathedral like garage beneath my home. Stretched out over engines and ~ Vanity.

underneath axels I'd been "fixing" my numerous automobiles. This little tinkering past time was a way to pull away from ~ Vanity.

those around me when needed. No one else was willing to soil their perfectly manicured hands with such vulgar work, but it ~ Vanity.

was an interest that developed into a labor of love. These cars, mostly old, had their own personalities, their own ~ Vanity.

quirks. I'd spent hours trying to convince Vanity. that they weren't unlike us; unique, temperamental, not alive but surrounded by ~

the living. In my tattered work clothes, the only ones I allowed to fray and tear, I laid back on a stretcher and rolled ~ Vanity.

underneath a vintage Mercedes I was upgrading. If "upgrading" is even the correct term. Aside from the exterior and gear ~ Vanity.

shift I'd spent over a year replacing every part with a cutting edge replacement. As I test a few of the connections I try ~ Vanity.

not to sigh as I hear Vanity. enter, the tell-tale heel click on the perfectly polished stone floor. As much as I love and adore ~

silence and wait for Vanity. to announce the reason she's come to see me. Sex, of course, being the ideal interruption.}

{Vanity. has brought me more work. Fantastic. Holding back a sigh I slide out from under the car, holding a screwdriver and a ~

diagnostic box against my chest} I can't be too sure about all of the electronics, Vanity., but mechanically speaking it's one of ~

the best cars in the building. {I tilt my head ever so slightly, trying to get a peek at Vanity.'s best physical attributes. I ~

shift a little to keep my balance; the movement of my firm muscles stressing the worn fibers of my tired shirt} But it's ~ Vanity.

not yet ready for our line of work. Besides, I don't want to fill up the back seat with blood just yet. Vanity.

As you say, Vanity.. We should get packing. {I stand and wipe an errant stripe of grease off the back of my hand} Tell me, do you ~

think that I could pass for a doctor of medicine with these hands? {I hold them out to Vanity., they have callouses in a few places ~

and while they look to me unkempt and roughshod, they clearly reflect a man who hasn’t known hard physical labor in years} Vanity.