Chapter 6

Back at the garage, Vinnie rolled out Charley's massive tool chest and took out the tools he thought they'd need. Throttle and Charley cleaned up to help give the garage some semblance of professionalism. Modo stood under the lift, greasing it and tightening its screws and bolts. Damn this thing's gone through a lot… it's a wonder it still works…
Just as he was finishing the last screw a very loud irritated sounding voice came from just outside the garage doors.
"Just great," brushing the dust off her shirt, she made her way to the door, "he's here."

She opened the door to let him in, and was practically pushed aside by some pompous man in a suit on his cell phone with his long hair tied back in a greasy ponytail. Throttle grabbed hold of Charley and held her back when she growled and was about to clock him on the back of the head with her vice-grip while he still spoke on his phone.
"Not wise Charley-girl. He's payin' to have his truck fixed. You need the cash,"

"Don't waste your breath on this guy darlin'," even though Modo's voice was calm and collected, his eye was glowing as he eyed the man who still had his back to them speaking on his cell phone. No one disrespects women when I'm around…especially not my woman…

"We'll have his truck fixed in no time," Vinnie smiled and made his way over to the arrogant snob.

"Uh oh…" Throttle made to grab him but Charley stopped him.

"It's okay. The lowlife could use a rude awakening," and rude it was.

"Hey, you want your truck fixed or what?"

Looking snubbed, the man spoke a few words into the phone all the while keeping his eyes trained on Vinnie, then hung up.
"Who the hell do you think you're talking to?!"

"You. Now you want your pick-up fixed or not?" looking as though he'd been struck in the face, the man made his way over to Charley looking like he was going hit her.

"I don't know where you got these repulsive workers, but I insist that you fix my truck,"

"Sorry Mr… what's your name?" Throttle lowered his field specks and fixed him with an annoyed look.

"Templeton. Robert Templeton,"

"Well listen, Bob… Ms. Davidson here isn't feeling well today, so we're your mechanics. If you want to have your truck fixed I suggest you apologize to lady. And I mean now,"

Looking affronted, he stood straighter, and cleared his throat.
"I have done nothing wrong. I won't do it," he looked down his nose at them, well Charley, he barely made it to Modo's chest plate. Charley grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down to her.

"The only reason I agreed to repair your truck is because no one else would and I feel bad for your pick-up," Modo put his hand on her shoulder and pulled her back.

"It's okay darlin'. We'll deal with him," then turning, he eyed Robert with a look that drained all the color from his face.

"I don't like men who rough up women. Especially when that woman is mine," looking like he'd just wet his pants, Robert's face paled and he decided that fighting with this giant wall of muscles may not be the smartest thing.

"I… I'm sorry. Okay! I'm sorry!" he pleaded as he leaned over so he could see Charley around Modo's massive frame.

"Good. Now that we have that settled, where's your truck?"

"Jus- Just outside the door. The tow truck left it there," he breathed a sigh of relief when Modo walked past him and opened the garage door.The truck in question was a black Ford F-450 Super Duty.

"How are you going to bring it in? Where's your tow truck?" Robert looked around, not seeing it.

"No need. Besides, Modo's been lookin' for some exercise,"

"Huh?"

"Got your tow right here," He swung a big chain in his hand, smiling he hooked it on the steel grill over the bumper.

"You're not seriously going to pull it in? It weighs a ton!" Robert tried to object and Charley pushed him back against the work bench.

"You want it fixed or not? We have to bring it in first. Besides, Modo's enjoying himself," she smiled at him and blew him a kiss.

"You know it darlin'," putting the chain over his metal shoulder, he heaved the truck inside.

Watching Modo's muscles rippling as he effortlessly pulled the enormous pick-up inside, Charley couldn't help but feel aroused. Oh my… biting her lower lip, she ran her hands up and down her arms, trying to appease the goosebumps that had suddenly appeared.

"Easy sweetheart. We've got company," chuckling at her dark blush, Vinnie pulled her over to a chair and urged her to sit down.

"Just rest. We'll do the work babe,"

"How about I get drinks while you guys work?"

"You're a doll babe," giving her a quick squeeze he walked back to the pick-up where Modo was already on the creeper about to go under before putting it on the lift.
"Hey hey hey!" he teased with a smile when he saw Vinnie smiling down at Charley, "get your own,"

Charley laughed and made her way to the kitchen.
"Your own what?" Angie walked in dressed in a pin stripe skirt with matching dress jacket, low cut white blouse and black pumps.

"I already have. 'Til later sweetheart," winking at Angie, Vinnie picked up a wrench and made his way to the open hood of the truck.

"You're incorrigible," but smiling anyway, Angie walked over to Charley in the kitchen with two cups of coffee and some pills.

"Here, this'll help in case you get anymore stomach spasms,"

"Thanks. What about the coffee?" leaning against the kitchen counter, Angie took a sip of the steaming black liquid.

"That's for me. Like the hunk said; get your own," laughing she handing her the other one.

"Nothing better than a hot steaming cup of coffee after a board of directors' meeting. You have any Bailey's or St-Brendan's?" Bottle of Bailey's already in hand at the sight of Angie's arrival, Charley handed it over to her and laughed when Angie poured a little, sighed, then poured a lot more in.

"Those are some friends you got there," Charley watched as Angie eyed Vinnie and stated bluntly,

"I think I'll let Vinnie have his way with me tonight," Charley laughed out loud, and shook her head at Angie's typical frank behavior as she took out three root beers.

"OWW!!"

Angie and Charley looked out the kitchen door and saw Vinnie just outside the doorjam with the pneumatic gun, which he'd just dropped on his foot. The look on his blushing face was one of pure shock at Angie's comment, not to mention the fact that she was actually more candid than he was. Angie smiled at him and blew him a kiss then said,
"Serves you right for eavesdropping," Charley blinked and burst out laughing.

Deciding to leave his pick-up at the garage for the night since a lot of the parts had to be special ordered, Robert left his keys and called a taxi.
"I'll be here at around one in the afternoon,"

"It'll be finished," Charley closed the door and locked it for the night. Kass, who had arrived just as Robert was leaving, carried in 4 big bags of Chinese take out.
"You think we have enough?"
"I think so. Hey what are you boys planning on eating?" Angie asked over her shoulder. Charley and Kasssmothered their laughs with their hands at the shocked looks on the mice's faces.

"Just teasing! Sheesh!"

Charley turned around at the sound of bike engines and saw that all three mice had their helmets on and were getting ready to leave.
"Where are you going?"

"We've got a beef with the big cheese that needs settlin' darlin'," Modo opened his visor, wrapped his tail around her waist and sat her in his lap on l'il hoss for a devastating kiss, leaving her craving for more.

"I'll be waitin',"

"You'll get a spankin' if you don't," he ran his big hands up and down her arms, smiling against her neck when she shivered.

"Oh jeez! Come on bro. I was actually looking forward to supper," Modo lifted his brow at Vinnie and decided to let that one slide considering Angie was not far behind. Charley threw her oily tool rag at Vinnie ignoring the surprised "Hey!" and wrapped her arms around her mouse lover.

"In that case, think I'll retire early," she laughed when he gently bit her neck and tickled her sides.

"Alright bros! Let's follow the yellow brink stank all the way to the reek city o' cheese!"

Holding their sides, laughing so hard they had tears in their eyes, the girls stepped away from the bikes, and the three grinning mice obviously very proud of themselves for getting laughs from their women.

"Let's rock!"

"And ride!" all three bikes reared up and sped off into the distance heading for Limburger tower.