“Now don’t get all riled up!”
The tall red-head looked at her girlfriend of three years like she hadn’t really known her. “How the hell do you explain this? I come out to the garage to get something, put up the back of the hatchback and find this! Why in the world would you not expect me to get riled up?! Just what the fuck is this anyway?”
The two stood there, looking down at the pretty brunette who had been hiding in the back of the car.
Ilsa, the girlfriend, looked at her lover and said, “A spare?”
