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Dally tried not to doze off as she drove down the seaside highway. It had already been a full day of nothing but driving, and even though the sun was just going down, she felt exhausted. The 19-year-old Dalmatian girl was heading south to Miami Florida so she could grab some vacation time before spring break ended and she had to go back to school. It wasn't as though she found school extra stressful; it was just that it was always good to grab a spot of break whenever she could. Dally was really looking forward to being on her own for the next few days; a chance to find her center and relax; and believe me, after what had happened in school before she left, she really needed to really relax a bit.

"'Sup, Dally?" called a voice. Dally turned around to see her friend, Meghan, an 18-year-old rabbit with red hair and glasses.

_ "Oh, Hi, Meghan," said Dally, "Everything's fine with me, I'm just looking forward to spring break."_

_ "So am I," said Meghan, "I'm planning to clean up with my babysitting business; make a bundle before break ends!"_

_ "Yeah..." said Dally, a little disgusted, "Well... In any case, good luck with that." She turned around again to walk away, but felt Meghan's hand on her shoulder._

_ "Hold on a sec!" the rabbit girl said, "How'd you like to join me in the business? I just know a girl like you would be very popular with the kids..." She gave Dally a sly look as she said, "And even more popular with their dads!"_

_ "Oh YUCK!!" cried Dally as she broke free and faced Meghan with an angry look, "You honestly think I'd watch children and then let their dads have sex with me just to earn a few extra dollars?!?" Meghan looked shocked, but Dally continued anyway, "You realize that can be considered prostitution!! I'm surprised your parents haven't done anything about that yet!"_

_ "They don't know..." said Meghan, dryly, "And they're not going to know. I'll admit it does have a few risks, but it brings me more cash." Then she gave a smile and said, "And besides... it's soooo pleasurable."_

_ "You're unbelievable," said Dally, "One of these days you're going to regret all of that sex with different people. If I ever have sex, it'll be with one boy and one boy alone; I believe in loyalty in mates."_

_ "That's a bit unrealistic, Dall," said Meghan, "You're probably never gonna find just one boy who will stay with you your entire life." Dally looked down for a moment, then looked back up and Meghan and defiantly said,_

_ "I can try..."_

Dally sighed and tried to push that memory out of her mind. Sure Meghan was a bit of a weirdo and a total whore, (though Dally would never say that to her face) but she was one of the only friends she had. And she also had a point, from what she knew, finding a single loyal mate did seem a bit unrealistic. Dally was beginning to think that she would probably never find someone who loved her and wanted to be with her forever. But why worry about that now? Soon she would be in Miami and it would be an entire week of hanging out at the beach, shopping, and sightseeing.

BANG!!! Something exploded under the hood, and smoke began to pour out from the sides. Dally gave a small yelp from the shock and pulled over to the side of the road. She put on her blinkers and got out to see what was wrong. As soon as she lifted the hood, a huge cloud of smoke came out, catching her off guard and causing her to cough. She waved the smoke away, but didn't need to look to know whatever happened to her engine was most likely terminal.

"Great!" Dally moaned, now she was going to have to call Triple A for help. She pulled her cellphone out of her pocket, only to find that the battery was dead. "Oh! Even better!" she said sarcastically, "Stupid piece of American Motor CRAP!!" she yelled as she kicked the front wheel, "That's what I get for buying a 74' Gremlin!" The car responded by letting another cloud of steam out of it's engine. Dally had cursed her stupid car, and now there was nothing left to do but pace. Here she was, miles from home, and probably ten miles from the nearest town, and the sun was going down over the ocean. Maybe if she walked the distance she could get there, and find a tow truck... and maybe... "PARP PARP!!" Dally jumped at the noise and wheeled around to see a little old motorcar chugging down the road towards her. The car drove around her car, pulled to the side of the road, and stopped. The driver shut off the engine and got down from the seat. He was a handsome Golden Labrador wearing a wife beater shirt and a pair of jeans with a belt.

"Having car trouble?" he asked politely.

"What does it look like, genius?" asked Dally. The Labrador walked over to her car, took a peek under her hood and said,

"Looks like your engine blew it's main gasket." Suddenly there was a crackling sound and the Labrador jumped back in shock as a display of blue sparks flew out of the engine bay. "And most of the electrics as well..." he remarked.

"Oh how observant of you," said Dally, "Well... is it terminal?"

"'Fraid so, Milady," he said, "Only option now is get an overhaul or a new car."

"Is there a mechanic in the next town?" Dally asked hopefully.

"Sure..." said the Labrador with a smile, "You're lookin' at him." with that, he reached out to shake her hand and said, "I'm Pup McGarth, and I'm at your service." Dally wasn't sure what to make of this development. I mean... on one hand, this could be a mechanic just trying to help, but then... he could also be someone who just wanted her to follow him for her... feminine attributes... To try and change the subject, she turned her attention to his car; it was really an oldie and looked like it belonged in a motor museum or a black-and-white film.

"Is that car yours?" she asked.

"It sure is!" Pup answered as he walked over to it and leaned against the hood, "The Beast Of Brooklyn! A purebred racing machine from when motoring was in it's infancy. With my masterful hands, and with a bit of help from my dad, she's been fully restored to a champion mud racer and hill climber!"

"Really?" asked Dally; she was becoming intrigued.

"Well... In the antique division," Pup admitted, "But that doesn't make her any less of a fantastic car."

"I agree..." said Dally. She was beginning to see only one option now; if this Pup McGarth could restore a pile of bolts like that old car to be a champion mud racer and hill climber... there was the tiniest possibility that he could fix up a car as crappy and pathetic as her Gremlin. She was just going to have to trust him. So she nervously shuffled her feet and said, "Well... I guess I could let you take me to your garage and fix my car for me. I promise I'll do my best to pay you once it's done."

"Sounds good," said Pup, "But it's about to get dark, so we'd better hurry. I've got some chains in my toolbox; I'll hook them to your front axle and to my rear suspension. Then I'll tow and you steer."

"Okay!" said Dally. And she got to work helping Pup by holding the chains while he attached them to his and her car. Then she closed her hood and got into her car giving him the thumbs up to show she was ready. Pup started his Beast Of Brooklyn and set off. Dally braced herself, and with a jolt, her Gremlin started moving. The two cars merged back onto the road and continued on their way.

The sun had gone down by the time Dally finally saw the lights of a small town. She followed Pup onto a road that looked like a cul-de-sac, and stopped in front of a two story building with a large garage on the bottom floor. Pup cut the engine of his car and came back to Dally's Gremlin. "We're gonna need to work together if we're gonna push this thing into the garage." he said.

"Okay..." said Dally, "I can help you do that..." She was fighting to stay awake at this point, but knew she had to help Pup since he was so generous to help her. She got out and turned the steering wheel for him so he could push the car in the right direction. Working together, the two of them managed to back the old AMC jalopy into the garage.

"Well..." said Pup, "That's that... Looks like I'm gonna have to stay up all night to assess what's gonna need fixing on this wreck." He turned to Dally and said, "Home's upstairs. You can take your bags up, and feel free to crash on my bed if you want. It's the last door on the right."

"Thanks..." Dally yawned. She grabbed her suitcase and backpack out of the front seat and began her walk up the stairs. When she reached the top, she opened the door and went into the top floor apartment. She barely even bothered to take in the surroundings; she just walked down the hall and turned into the last door on the right. There was a nice queen sized bed in the center of the wall that looked so inviting. Dally dropped her luggage on the floor and collapsed onto the bed; it was actually quite plush and comfy. She was almost ready to doze off, when suddenly a thought hit her... what if he came up as soon as she was asleep and did something horrible to her? She couldn't shake it, so she decided to lock the door; just in case. Dally got up off the bed, walked to the door, closed it, and locked it. Admittedly she felt a little bit bad about what she was doing; but that's assuming Pup really was just a good Samaritan trying to help. If he wasn't... well... she was a big girl, she could take care of herself. Without another thought, Dally flopped down on the bed again and cuddled up against one of the pillows. It took a minute or two, but sleep finally came, and boy did she need it. She had no way of knowing about the discoveries and surprises in store for her that week...

To Be Continued...