I think the hot tattooed tow truck guy wants to screw me. He has been towing my cars for almost two years and always finds a way to talk about things important to me when we get a chance to talk. He always tells me how good he would be with my autistic boy. I can feel tension in the air during our nervous car rides to the shop. I wonder if he’s touching himself inside of his pants now that he’s left, since I wore my baby doll top today that keeps busting open with my big round breasts and it’s nice outside now, so he can see my perfectly tanned legs under my biege shorts that of course always show my muscled legs.