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“Before you can drive a car, you have to know how to get a car running and keep it running. Why don’t you name some of the parts in here?”

“Uh, the, uh—“

“Point them out as well, please.” Scott crossed his muscular arms across his sculpted chest, his pecs revealed by his tight black shirt, his biceps revealed by the torn, abbreviated sleeves of the garment. He must’ve worked out a lot, Jubilee realized. “I’m sure if you’ve been paying attention in Forge’s class, you’ll at least be able to make an informed guess.”

Jubilee bent over the engine block—not that she knew what that was—scrutinizing the car parts as if she were about to develop a secondary mutation for car repairs. “Oh, that’s, uh, that’s what powers the windshield wipers!”

“The carburetor?” Scott asked.

“Yeah, the carburetor! I knew that!”

“And where would you go to change the oil?”

“Uhhhh… duh, you’d just go to the gas station and put more in the tank! You must think I’m a real idiot, Mr. Summers!”

Scott kneaded his temples. “How about you just tell me where the windshield wiper fluid goes?”

“Yeah, sure—easy!”

She bent further over the car’s engine compartment, and Scott’s gaze traveled up her bare, suntanned legs. Her cutoffs were riding so high he could almost see her underwear. And Jubilee, perhaps unthinkingly, squirmed and got them up just a bit higher. Now Scott could see where the crotch-band darted between her legs, to the side now, the back of the cutoffs swallowed up by the crack of her ass while the crotch pressed firmly to her groin. Her sex was on display now, uncovered by the denim cutting so tightly into her body that it slipped from her pussy entirely and instead pressed between her pubis and thigh. The reason he hadn’t seen any underwear was that she was wearing none.

She might not’ve known how to drive, but she looked like she knew a lot of other things…