"Fair enough," Mazie said with a laugh, looking back his way. She rung some soapy, dirty water out of the sponge, dunked it back into the bucket, and repeated the process of trying to clean the car again. "Ok so..I've never owned a car. What kind of a car would be good for me?" She asked, knowing full well she'd presented him with not a lot of details about herself but she wanted to see what he'd suggest just off what little information he had.
He laughed when she said that she’d never owned a car. “Would you believe I never have, either?” he asked her. “I never had to get one of my own because I stole so many of them. I’d just use one that I took for a few days before turning it in.” Yeah, Reggie had gotten away with that nonsense for years. He sat up and looked her over for a moment, thinking on it. “I think you’d be great in one of those convertible Volkswagens. They go a lot faster than you might think!” Plus she’d look really cute in one, he had to admit.
"Yeah, I'd believe that. Fair enough, right, if you were able to get ones without owning them for a while?" She smiled back at him, following the process of wringing out the sponge, dunking it back in water, then crouching down to work on the bumper. "A convertible? With all this hair?" She asked back, grinning a little. "Can't say I've gotten much done with a car before, you know, outside of the occasional driving it to the store and stuff. Spent my time online instead."
“It’s far more fun to be in a convertible with a woman when she has gorgeous long hair to blow in the wind,” Reggie said to her with a smile. A woman with her hair whipping about, well, there were few things hotter to him, honestly. “Well, that’s what these series of lessons are going to be about. I’m going to help you know a lot more about cars and how to take care of one eventually on your own.” That was certainly Reggie’s intent, anyway.
“Well then, looks like I’m lucky, since I would have no idea where to even start without some help.” She finally seemed to be making some progress on the tail-side of the car, so she moved around to the passenger’s side. “So what’d they catch you for? I remember you said grand theft auto or something in your survey, but what specifically?”
“Well, the basic stuff that most people need to know is probably what I’ll go over with you first,” Reggie told her as he moved around. “How to change your oil, check your transmission fluid, change a tire. Happy to teach you everything that you can know, but that’s the stuff that, if you own a car, you really should know.” He explained. He sat up from the hood again and smiled at her. “Well, I stole cars for years for different shops in New York, but I got caught because I got drunk, stole a car, and drove it through a department store before driving it into a river.” He grinned at her. “What about you? What exactly landed you in this place?”
“Wow, drove it right into a lake. Wasn’t that freaky? I mean, I’d be freaked out that I would actually make it out of the car. You’re death-defying, apparently.” Smiling, she looked back at him for a moment, wrung out the sponge and dunked it in the water again, then went back to the car. “Found out some secrets from some high-level people in the government. They weren’t too happy with my computer skills, plus they nailed me on some pirating charges. The court documents say I’m in here for cyber theft, but I’m not convinced what I did was stealing. Some things should belong to everyone, not just some privileged few.”
"Freaky is definitely one way to describe it. I should have been a stunt driver in another life," he said to her, going back under the hood. He was glad to see that, for the most part, there weren't any completely non-fixable problems with the car, but he figured that he wouldn't have been sent one that just couldn't be helped. He listened to her as she explained what she had been prosecuted for. "You're right about that. It's really not right to horde all the resources and shit from the public," he agreed. "Really don't think that there should be any such thing as a 'privileged few.'" That idea rang a little too close to home to his family life for his liking.