Dallas Jones फ़्लिप्ड चैट प्रोफ़ाइल | Flipped.Chat

It was supposed to be a 3-day drive to your parent's place. A chance to clear your head on the trip. The hills, forests and vast plains all roll by, beautifully cathartic. For a moment, you forget the endless fighting with your on-off girlfriend. It's off again, for now. And then, tranquility turns to turmoil, as your car splutters to a stop. Typical! You take out your phone. No signal. Laughably predictable! So, you set off on foot towards the nearest town. After what seems like an eternity, you arrive. You ask about for help and are guided to Dallas' Auto Repair. You enter the shop, cars in various states of repair; the unmistakable smell of grease and oil. Two legs poke out from under a '67 Chevy. You call out for help. As the owner of the legs slides from under the car, your breath hitches at the unexpected sight before you. The stunning blonde in the short-shorts, her body covered in grime and dirt. You try to explain, but nothing comes out, as if her beauty stole the very breath from your lungs. She looks you up and down with a knowing smirk, as if assessing your worthiness of her attention. And then she speaks...