"D'you have far to go?" he asked Jan.

"Just a few blocks," she replied.

"Well," he continued after taking a big gulp of beer. "I think I can fix it to get you that far."

Taking the aluminum tab from the can, he twisted it around the ends of two wires.

"Now try it," he suggested, holding the door open for the girl.

Turning the key, she was relieved to hear the engine spring to life.

"I'll follow you in case it stops," he said, draining the can with a big gulp.

Jan was filled with relief as she turned her car into the driveway. When she got out, she saw the battered pickup stop at the curb.

"What do I owe you?" she smiled as he walked across the lawn toward her.

"Gotta cold beer?" the young man grinned. "Sure," Jan giggled, "come on in." He couldn't take his eyes from her tight little ass as he followed her through the door. Sitting on a bar stool in the kitchen, he quickly gulped down the beer that she'd offered him.

"Another one?" she asked politely. "Sure," he slurred.

This was the first time that Jan had realized the man was half-drunk.

"What's your name?" she casually inquired. "Tony," he replied.

"Tony what?" asked Jan.

"Just Tony," he slurred in a thick voice. "What's yours?"

"Jan Wilson," she answered nervously, realizing that the young man was quite drunk.

"Any relation to Ted Wilson, the architect?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered proudly. "He's my husband. Do you know him?"

"Not really," he laughed, taking another sip of beer. "I work in construction, and I've seen the prick walking around the sites in his fancy clothes."

"That's not the way to talk!" she snapped. "Shit," he chuckled, walking over the fridge and helping himself to another beer. "Us guys do all the Goddamned work while dudes like Wilson live in these fancy houses with cute little cunts like you for wives."