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A/N: This is for frostygossmer who thought it was time we washed the Impala again.

On the Road Again

Chapter 25

Soap Bubbles

There were some guys laughing outside my cabin window, waking me up. Nobody should be so cheerful so early in the morning, I thought, rolling over and pulling my covers over my head. It didn't help. The voices broke through my barriers.

I gave up and using my blanket as a toga, got up and went for the scuzzy instant coffee the campground provided so graciously to its guests. The best you could say about it was there was caffeine in it. Other than the kick it was pretty disgusting.

After dealing with the essentials I stood in the open cabin door, breathing the clean lakeside air and looking for my happy early birds. When I spotted two guys next door washing their car I sucked in a breath. They were the pretest things I had seen on this whole trip, scenery be damned.

I went over to Gracie's bed and kicked the mattress.

"What the hell?" she growled and opened a single eye. "I'm telling you, Elaine, if this building isn't on fire I'm kicking your ass."

"Come on, get up." I responded. "You're going to want to see this."

My traveling companion dragged herself out of the bed and I handed over her own cup of the nasty coffee. At least she didn't have to wear a sheet; she had slept in a huge T-shirt.

I went back to the open door and went outside to sit on the walkway. The view improved.

"Hurry up," I yelled at Gracie. "You're missing the show."

She finally appeared in the doorway and I pulled another one of the folding chairs open for her. "Here, sit."

She finally spotted the pair of beauties that I was already ogling. "Oh wow," she whispered and sat down.

One of the guys was a long, tall shot of perfect, dressed only in a pair of ragged cutoffs and a grey wife beater. In that outfit nothing was left to the imagination. He was washing the roof of the car with long, smooth strokes of a soapy sponge. From our angle we had a great rear view of shoulder muscles in motion and a pert ass straining the worn fabric of the cutoffs.

Then we were treated to the other half of the show. Another big guy popped up on the other side of the car, soap bubbles running down his arms. He was wearing a dark sleeveless T-shirt and jeans but was definitely worth an ogle too.

"Hey, Sammy," we heard him call. "I need the hose."

He walked around the back of the car and we got a real good look at a broad chest, bow legs and a face to kill for. God, but he was pretty.

He approached the tall guy and made a grab for the hose. Sammy held the hose up high and made pretty boy jump for it. Sammy laughed. "Ok, short stuff, you want it? Gimme a kiss."

"Bitch," pretty boy grumbled and made an abortive grab but Sam threw the hose down, wrapped his arms around pretty boy, and held him tight. The kiss was intense and hot enough to fuel a lot of late night fantasies.

Beside me Gracie let out a long sigh. "Thanks for waking me up, Elaine. I definitely owe you one."