"Hey, where's my Jeep?" Greg said to Alex when he entered the empty garage bay.
"No worries, bro. The freshman ruined the paint job, so Mr. Talmadge had them sand and prime the Jeep inside and out. See the seats are over there. Now the last period is applying the final new coat, and it's going to be a beautiful mahogany finish with flame details. Arturo Vasquez is doing the detail work, and he's primo."
"But it's supposed to be silver?" protested Greg uncertainly.
"Mahogany is the only paint we had enough of, besides it will look better with the new shifter. I got a gold and mahogany one, and we're going to make all the chrome gold tone. We'll have to let it dry tonight."
"How am I supposed to get home? That's my ride."
"Relax, Greg. I know the car's your baby, but it'll be fine overnight. The wheels are off it anyway, so no one's stealing it. I'll give you a ride home my motorcycle," Alex offered.
"Well, okay, I guess. Uh, thanks. I know it wasn't your fault."
"Dang, freshman," Alex chuckled. He looked at Greg sitting there, and went over to the locked fridge. He opened it and took out a brown paper bag. He handed it to Greg, "Looks like you can use this, Greg."
"Thanks," Greg said popping open the tab on the ice cold beer hidden in the bag. "Mr. Talmadge isn't around is he?"
"Nah, he gave me the keys to lock up. I've been working on your car's computer. It's got a lot more memory than any car computer, I've seen. You can store a whole movie library on there."
Greg giggled, he was feeling a lot more relaxed. Too relaxed, but he yawned and said, "Enough for a gay film library?"
"Yeah, I saw that you used the app to download only the gay porn that involved nerdy masters and muscled slave boys. One of my fantasies too. I am guessing your just bi-curious, so finish you beer."
Greg looked at the beer. It was 3/4 empty. He felt really woozy.
"Finish the beer," ordered Alex.
Greg blinked and swallowed the last few drops.
"Good boy," said Alex with a grin. He ordered Greg who seemed zoned out to put on his nylon running shorts for the motorcycle ride to Alex's house. Then Alex wheeled his motorcycle over. He straddled it wearing Greg's pack with his jeans and books in it over Alex's back. He had popped a few Viagra earlier and was sporting major wood. "Sit in front of me, Greg."