Me. You. Coffee.

The sound of the air being sucked in through his less-than-white front teeth sent shivers down Jessica’s spine. It wasn’t that she was afraid of the inevitable cost soon to be revealed to her. Nor was it the fear of the “complicated and confusing world of manly motors, complete with greasy nuts, oily patches and red-hot pistons”.

No, Jessica recognised the feeling almost at once. They were entirely pleasant, and always welcomed.

Jessica smiled at the five-figure sum. She always felt a tingle of anticipation tickle her skin, moments before putting an ill-educated man firmly in his place.

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