<div class="floatright">(https://www.bellazon.com/main/uploads/monthly_08_2008/post-10489-1218750863.jpg)</div>It was a bit of a surpise, a pleasant one, but still a surprise when both of them reacted so enthusiastically about the pictures. True, it might be because the armour I was wearing was rather skimpy in most pics, but even Marlon changed from a perverted twat in a car he shouldn't own into a genuine lover of my pictures.<br/>I told them that the workshop on the front allowed all kinds of people to design and create their cosplay outfits with the tools we had in the building and explained the story behind a few of the pictures I was in. They then suggested to have some photo's taken of me and her in matching outfits when I would bring the Boss back.<br/><br/>Weirdly, I heard myself agree with that, probably convinced by their enthusiasm for it.<br/><br/>After they had left, I ordered the parts for the car and when the day was done, went home in Bumblebee's grandad. Over an instant meal dinner I pondered Marlon and Dani and the weird couple they formed. Weird as in, unexpecting. He came in full of swagger and confidence but knew little about his car and she seemed to be his trophy wife. But they completely changed after seeing my cosplay pictures.<br/><br/>Friday was a quiet day in the garage. The workshop though would be quite full until deep in the night but I trusted my employees to run it after I was gone. Friday evening and the weekend were good business in the workshop. Teenagers playing Warhammer, Dungeons and Dragons or just chatting with friends and creating their own cosplay costumes.<br/><br/>I had finished all cars by early afternoon and rather than waiting for the hours to tick by, I took the Boss and took it home, albeit with a little detour. The hills over California were alive, with the sound of horsepower. It's a classic, a unicorn and driving it slightly too far through the hills gave me a huge rush but again I had to show the restrain I so often struggled with.<br/><br/>When I got home, I locked the car and the gate, went inside and took a shower. I put on a slightly too short long sleeve and an inappropriately too short jeans and some brown leather boots. If anything it would match the Boss. In the suitcase I had with me though I had an outfit for myself (https://images-cdn.9gag.com/photo/ay5q6oq_700b.jpg) which was rather skimpy and showing off, an outfit for Dani, which took a lot more work to make than my own (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/77/3c/b0/773cb03f0ff5dc7a7d7aa66a25d7b5f1.jpg) but I was absolutely dying to see her body in that and  one for Marlon (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/67/ad/10/67ad10c99268139201ae999856cbf538.jpg).<br/><br/>The Boss roared back into life and I was on my way, hoping I hadn't been naive and fallen for a cheap trick to get me between the sheets. This was my hobby and my passion, if they'd take advantage of that, well.. I wouldn't take that too well.<br/><br/>His house was big and as I pulled up, he had the Torino on display, like he said. A good 1971 example by the looks of it. Orange with black and judging by the scoop on the hood, a supercharged. Hard to squeeze more power out of that. I honked, revved the Boss a little bit and waited for Marlon or Dani to come out to see his car breathing freely again. There even was the dust from the hills to proof it.<br/><br/>I was sure he wouldn't mind too much.