Hot Story: The Mechanic

 Eno found it difficult to think in her high state, She sat in the car confused, tried to start the car again, no luck. Eno got out of the car terrified, it was 11:45PM, she paced back and forth as cars sped off past her. She pulled a lever inside the car to open up the bonnet and
see if she can fiddle with something under the hood that can help her start the car.
As she stood on the bridge in her tight short black leather dress, she noticed how it seemed like the bridge was moving beneath her, sort of a slow bounce, this isn’t the alcohol, she told herself.
People had always told her they had that kind of experience on third mainland bridge but she never experienced it before, she went back into the car and locked herself in. If only she wasn’t so wasted, she would know what to do right now. What to do! What to do!! She spoke to herself softly.
Call Marouf!! A bright bulb light up in her head.
Seems like the only thing to do right now, he is her trusted mechanic, some athletic middle-aged short Ijebu boy. It’s too late to call but there isn’t any other option, she said to herself. She picked up her phone and dialled Marouf, he picked up at the fourth ring after the third try to call his phone, horrible network on the bridge.
‘Aunty Eno’, Marouf said. The background music was almost deafening, seemed like Marouf was at a party.
‘Marouf, the car don spoil for third mainland bridge o’ She said without any atom of ‘poshness’ in her which she really did
‘Ohooooo Aunty! I dey party for Obalende, I dey enjoy myself’ He said
‘Come jo! You know say I be woman, before all these area boys go come’ Eno tried to threaten him
‘Wetin I go tell awon aye wey we dey together, Aunty ? ’ Marouf asked with an hysterical laugh
‘Come jo! I dey that side after that Yaba turn! Do quick jo’ Eno said
‘If dem rob or ra–pe me, na you I go use Police catch o’ Eno continued.
‘I don dey come, Aunty Eno’
She cut the phone, anticipating the arrival of Marouf that seemed to take forever. She looked around, making sure that all her doors are locked tight and none of the windows are down.
Her mind drifted back to the dance with Bode, her friend’s colleague, that boy can grind someone into or–ga–sm was her thought when she saw the light of a danfo bus parking behind her from the inner mirror, Some guy in a tight-fitting outfit came out and the bus disappeared.
The guy came close to her window and knocked, she looked up scared only to find out that it was Marouf standing there. She seemed very happy to see him, she came out and almost hugged him.
‘You be yeye” Eno said to Marouf  jokingly ‘You come tey like that, for say armed robbers don come rob me nko’ She continued.
‘Aunty nothing go happen jo, Police dey for there na’ Marouf replied pointing down the bridge.
Marouf seem fitter today, although artisan are almost as ripped as sports people, she thought, it must be his body hug shirt.
‘Aunty, open the bonnet’ Marouf said moving towards the front of the car.
‘I don open am since’ Eno replied
Marouf opened the bonnet and fiddled around the battery head, asked her to try to start it again, she did and the engine roared back to live.
She screamed out of excitement and ran towards Marouf, giving him a full body hug and in return Marouf grabbed a decent chunk of her as-s, she ignored like she dint know what he did.
‘Wetin happen na, wetin do the car, wetin you touch?’ Eno had 1001 questions for Marouf except for the ass grab which she felt ticklish and kind of liked.
‘Na the battery head dey shake, e be like when you dey enter gallop na him e comot’ Marouf tried to explain.
She moved beside him to see where he was pointing, as she looked downward, the full light of the car shone bright against Marouf’s inner thighs, and it kinda seemed like he had a big cucumber in his pocket