"Fine, 300, and you'll have to suck my dick."  Hanging up, apparently she played him very well.  After waiting for a few minutes, he drove into the parking lot.  The same old beaten up Runner, save for the engine it really was a piece of junk.  Opening the front door, he motioned for her to get in.  "You'll pay me on the way to my workshop.  I think better when i'm not thinking about screwing my client silly."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>