Check My Fluids, Baby!

You tell yourself it's innocent — just pick up the car, smile politely, drive home.But then he steps out from behind the counter — early twenties, muscles under a tight shirt, that slow, confident grin that says he knows exactly what you're thinking.You lean over the paperwork, feel his gaze slide down your blouse, and realize the engine isn't the only thing running hot.When he invites you into the garage to "e;check the work,"e; you follow — because good wives don't, but you're not feeling very good today.The scent of oil, the hum of the fan, the heat of his body close behind you… it's all too much.You remember who you were before marriage made you careful.You remember how to want — and how to take.So when he wants to check your fluids and tune up your motor...You don't say no.Because every now and then, darling, a Cougar needs a little service under the hood.