Helen Magnus was sure she had never felt so dirty and grimy. And she had some very dirty jobs to perform at times. Still this had to be one of the worst. Luckily her closet still held work clothes, ones she didn't mind getting very dirty or damaged in some way. That was what she was dressed in now, an old tank top that was clinging to her because of sweat and a pair of ripped jeans. Her brown curls were tucked up under a blue kerchief so she could better see what she was working on. She wiped a hand down her already much stained tank top and tried to grip the wrench better. "Blood car," she muttered.

She heard the scrape of the creeper on her floor before the low voice floated up to her. "I believe I'm almost done here, what about you?"

She had to admit she was rather impressed. For a man that had probably never used one, John seemed to know quite a bit about cars. "There's this one part that needs tightening. I can't seem to grip the wrench right to do it. Do mind giving me a hand?"

"Of course." John slid out and stood up. Helen did her best not to stare. The heat of the work had forced John to long ago discard his shirt. His jeans were as stained as hers and he wore his own bandanna to keep sweat from his eyes. "Right there?" he asked, wiping his hands off on a rag. Helen nodded. John stepped up behind her. "Then let's try together."

Helen suppressed a quiet gasp as he pressed against her. He put his hand over hers and they twisted the wrench. It took a little but they got it tight. "That should do it," Helen murmured.

"Is that the last of it?"

"It is." Helen turned to him. He was staring at her very intently. "You are positively soaked in sweat."

"I apologize. It's been a long day." He tried to pull away.

Helen pulled him back. "I didn't say it was a problem." She barely noticed how her hands fell at the waist of his low slung jeans.

John did though. He also noticed the deep heat in her eyes. Who knew putting a car together could be such a turn on. He had been trying to resist the temptation her lips presented but now she had left the door wide open. He leaned down to give her a slow, sensual kiss.

Helen let out a moan at the sensation. She suddenly didn't feel so dirty or grimy any more.

The crunch of a popcorn kernel echoed around Henry's relatively silent workstation. "Please tell me they're going to disappear soon," Will stated. "Because this is about to turn into soft core porn."

"Give it a minute," Ashley told him. She was right. After a few more moments of something that was too relaxed to be called making out, her parents teleported up to their bedroom. She turned to Henry. "You owe me 20 bucks."

Henry dug into his jeans and handed her a twenty. "I didn't think they would actually finish the entire car before getting busy."

"Mom likes a job well done."

"Pretty sure your dad does too," Will commented as he stole some more of her popcorn.

"What's next?" Henry asked.

"We should check in on Tesla," Ashley decided.

Henry switched the video feed. All three of them nearly choked on their popcorn at the sight that greeted them. Kate and Tesla were up against the wall of the library with their pants around their ankles. "Holy shit," Henry stated.

"You go girl," Ashley said.

"Now you owe me money," Will told her.

"Can't believe you called that one," she sighed.

"I am a psychologist."

"How long before the Big Guy walks in on them?" Henry wondered.

"Not sure," Ashley admitted. She grinned at her boys. "Wanna place a bet?"