Waving Not Drowning

Jason had her number. He had everyone's number as soon as they walked onto his lot. The only reason anyone ever comes onto a used car lot is to find a great deal or what they believe is a great deal because they can't afford to drive anything else. The young guys can't afford insurance on their foreign status symbol dream cars and the recovering drunks and reprobates can't afford anything else. Young couples with kids and dogs in search of a second car they can rationalize as relatively safe yet can drive it into the ground for a few grand; new divorcees who walked away from it all rather than put up a fight. Jason's seen them all, sometimes within the same day. He's lucky. Ahmed and Karim are top notch mechanics. He lets them work on side projects in the service bay when nothing else is moving on the lot. Ahmed's cousin of a cousin's sister's brother or something has a line on old cabs, cop cars and delivery vehicles. They don't move many of the...

Just stand to the right, smile and hand out brochures, that's all Emily was required to do. If anyone asked her where the showroom was or how to get to the bathroom, she should point them in the right direction but under no circumstance was she to engage in small talk. That was not her job. Smile, stand silently, be beautiful. Alluring. That was the word used in the craigslist post. She could do alluring in her sleep. She had, actually. Thankfully that tape never saw the light of day. Could be worse. There was the Auto Show where she had to solicit men to fill in questionnaires concerning their driving habits. An exercise in keep away, avoiding incessant casual gropings and brush bys, the not so subtle come ons and outright lewd propositions. It's amazing what some men think they can get away with. Even in tailored trousers, a button up blouse and ballet flats Emily is a magnet for attention, men and women alike. It took her years to come to terms with her physical power and fi...