(1) She services me when I want and goes away when I want.
(2) She pays me nearly $1,000 to polish her car, which has nearly 250,000 miles on it, so she'll have to get rid of it within six months — but cash is cash and I don't make a lot; and
(3) She doesn't get to pressure me about anything emotional. I mean, when she told me she was lonely and wanted love, didn't I get her a dog? I mean, that's a loving dog — a loyal companion who will never leave her. No friggin' gratitude.
He gave her copious breast a squeeze. She wasn't the best he'd had, not the worst, just in that fair-to-middlin' range — certainly worth a long drive if things got dry enough, but certainly not good enough if there was something closer to home. He could feel the whole emotional situation here heating up and so it was time to go back south, back to his mechanic's garage, back to getting some distance between himself and that gooey look in her eyes. He pushed her off him and asked her to make some coffee.
He'd been through this before and he knew he'd be all right. He was a strong swimmer, he just needed to keep moving.