Chapter Seventy
Because they were simply one of a kind of their species, they were not only now lovers, but fast becoming comfortable pals, who like good friends dug tooling around in a cool pickup truck.
Mandal, because she was a Motor Head chick in a world of fluff and chest expanding roosters, had bought her 1975 F-100 pickup truck at an auction, found the right “wrench heads” and had it restored.
Having horses out in the desert near Red Rock, a girl needed a pick-up truck and the first thing she had done is to make sure the 357 engine was in top form. After the mechanics had rebuilt it, she slotted a set of rugged desert tires on it, lifted the frame, had the dents removed, placed a cement bumper on the front end and had the entire truck painted jet black.
The truck was a beast dri
