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It was an average day for business.
Sinah was sitting on her stool, busy with adjusting the cables of that sweet little harley that came for yet another inspection. She loved it like her own baby. The bike's owner was a...collector. The girl snorted. He never rode this sweetie like it should've been riden, and never will. He has it only so he can show it to his other rich friends, and gloat about how a manly man he is. The nerve!
But that was not the bike's fault, so when he came to have it checked up, she agreed. And with her quick fixings did such a good job that the rich idiot brings it to her every week, just to be safe.
I bet I ride on this motorbike more than he does.

Ohwell, no time for stupid thoughts. She grabbed her monkey wrench and the oil, and began making her baby feel reaaaaaaaaaally good.

Sin once again forgot that the new stool actually has a rotateable seat. So when she made a quick move to turn around and see what kind of epic idiot was touching her without permission, it went with much more speed than she expected.
Resulting with hitting the prettyboy's face head-on with her boobs.
"The hell?" She cleaned her throat, and spit in the spitbowl's general direction, just barely missing. "Are you blind, you loon? And just where do you think you're touching with those dirty hands of yours?! Kid? I don't see any kids here! Do you see any kids here?! No!" With the last word, she straightened her chest. "No kids. So could you kindly shut up and let me work in peace?!"

"Yes, you dumb cow, and I could very well sue you for that, so shut up and stay back!" The girl waved her monkey wrench in the prettyboy's general direction, putting quite a lot of threat in that move.

"Now, princess, what are you looking for here? You don't really resemble our usual clientelle. So? Just got your first baby and you've realised the color is two tones too dark to match your hair? Or maybe you're still wondering which brand you should choose?" Sin looked at the boy, starting from the head, slowly, very slowly, going down to his feet, and then back to the head... "...or maybe you're looking for a gift for your sweet, loving uncle?"

"....did you say....*****?" With a mean gleam in her eye, she fixed her grip on the wrench, and hit that outragous kid through the head. Not hard enough for it to be health-threatening, but enough to make it hurt and leave a bump. "Shut your f*cking mouth, princess, and if you'll do one, even one tiny allusion to my height once more, this time I'm going to hit you for real!"

Another taxing look thorough the boy's body. "You bet you wouldn't. You'll end as someone's personal plaything before you'll manage to even look around. That is." A pause "...if you're lucky. If you're not, doll, with your pretty, long hair...." She brushed her thingers through it "...that nice face...." a touch of the fingers on the cheek, slowly going down... The girl jumped down from the stool, and circled the boy...finally giving him a loud spank on the buttock. "And this sweet lil' a** here, you might as well end as common goods. And not all of your new masters will be pretty. Actually, with most you'll have to close your eyes not to puke. Besides, I'm sure they'll just love to..."
The description was cut off as soon as the youth's last sentence reached Sin's ears. "Oh...is that so." Well damn. So apparently the doll already caught some psycho's eye, eh? No wonder... "He treats you bad all the time, or only when he f*cks you? Poor dollie, sorry about that." Without the stool, she didn't quite reach his head to pat it, so instead she just patted his elbow. "You should fish yourself a nice, strong protector, who'll kick the b*****d's a**. Then it should be a bit easier for you, too."

...was he...crying? What the, what a wimp! "Doll, if you start crying as soon as someone roughs you up a bit, what the hell are you doing in this area? And what the...you're valuing your face more than your brain? That's a real dollie for you. Who cares if you can maintain intelligent conversation, as long as your face looks good, eh, Barbie?"

...oh. So apparently, he's not. Heaven help me, he acts like a clueless virgin...why me? "And how can you be so sure that he didn't? After all, as you've said, he's a b*****d. Who knows, maybe he was visiting your bedroom when you were sleeping tightly... Do you recall waking in the middle of the night, and thinking you're seeing someone there?" With an evil smirk, the girl laughed.

"...and then Eve said: the snake tricked me..." Sin shook her head, and gave the boy a look full of pity for his own stupidity. "And what would you do if three big guys caught you and dragged you into a dark alley, to get a better look on that pretty face of yours...and some other things?" She spit once again, again missing the spitbowl. "You, doll..." she paused "...are an utter idiot. Is your brain even working? You can't protect yourself, I can see that, and yet you wander off alone into the worst neighborhood possible, just because someone who had enough a brain to think for you told you that you shouldn't? If I were that person I would hit you right through that important face of yours, maybe a week or two without clients would teach you something!"

"Well, whatever." The girl shrugged her shoulders. "Apparently you're not going to buy anything, and you've already wasted enough of my work time." With that, Sinah moved to her stool, and quickly sat on it, face to her little baby. "Then you might as well make yourself useful. Second shelf on the left." She pointed without looking "Give me keys no. 6 and 8."

"Ofcouse I've ridden them, who do you think I am?!" The girl took the keys, and after undoig some screws, opened a part of the motorcykle and looked into its belly. "I've ridden all the kids that pass through this door, to make sure that everything works fine and dandy." She extended the hand again. "Flashlight. Fifth shelf on the right, third row. Quick." As soon as she got the needed item, she turned it on and moved her head closely to the machine, petting the metal slowly, as if she was touching her beloved one. "If a client says: Only I can ride it, I say: then find another workshop. You have to ride the babies to make sure they won't misbehave when you need them."