Leroy wiped his hands on a greasy shop rag as he strolled casually across the garage. The shop was slow. Slow even for a Wednesday afternoon. He opened the door to the office and glanced across the empty waiting room. He made his way behind the desk and picked up the Honda's paperwork, looking for a contact number. The girl who had dropped off the car looked young, probably late teens…and cute. She was one of those girls who would probably be beautiful if she wasn't overweight. She wasn't fat. She just looked like she needed to eat something other than junk food, and maybe get up off the couch once in a while. Not beautiful–maybe not even pretty–just cute. She did have some nice titties though. Holy shit did she have some titties. Big, firm, heavy-looking titties that sat up straight and