"Ow!" I feign pain.
Then she plummets it harmlessly, playing, "That was way too mean!"
"You are fired!" I grin at her.
"Shut up!" She laughs at me.
I chuckle and ask, "May we continue now?"
She nods, satisfied for the moment, and tunes the radio. I pull back onto the highway. She sings along with the music, reminding me of her karaoke performance. "You know, I went back to the bar every night, hoping Dixie Doodle would return."
"You did not!" She laughs, blowing me off.
"Yes, I did." I nod at her. "Although I knew Reno could find you, it wasn't appropriate for me to stalk you. At least, not that soon. I'm not above stalking to get what I want."
She turns in her seat and looks at me. "You're serious?"
I nod again. "I am. Are you surprised?"
"Shocked is more like it."
"Why?"
"Because you're … you … and I'm … me."
"There you go again, being a snob, judging me as if I'm different from you."
"She shakes her head and presses her lips together, struggling to be honest with me. Then she confesses, "You're way, way out of my league."
"Please," I invalidate her assumption, cutting my eyes at her. "Why would you say that?"
She's nodding. "It's true. You are. Way, way out of my league. Men like you don't date women like me."
"You're wrong," I assure her. "Whatever invisible barrier you think is there —actually isn't there. The whole I'm 'this,' and you're 'that' —is total nonsense. And you're implying I shouldn't be attracted to you because you're you —is actually insulting me because I was and am, in fact, extremely attracted to you. You do realize that, right?"
She tilts her head like Precious Kitty does, and I laugh, letting my logical argument go. "Never mind."
But she's already in her head again.
"I couldn't believe my luck when you didn't have Mr. Frowny Face toss me out."
I chuckle, Mickey will get a kick out of having been tagged, Mr. Frowny Face.
I grin at her. "The way you wiggled your cute ass up there and made yourself right at home was such a turn-on."
"Desperate times called for desperate measures," she laughs. "My only goal was getting a few drinks. Rubbing up on Mr. Blatantly Bold was purely a bonus."
I cackle at the name.
She waves her hand over my body like a magic wand. "But when I saw how big your beautiful dick is," she giggles. "God, I had a drunken vision of riding you like a cowgirl into the sunset, yelling, 'Yeehaw.' I knew if I was ever going to have a chance at an orgasm with a man, this was my one opportunity. And I let my inhibitions go."
I tease her, "Dixie Doodle rode me pretty damn good, but I didn't hear a 'yeehaw.'"
She blushes, "Oh, it was soooo good to have that deep spot's cherry busted by a man!" Then she glances out the window again, and I lose her back in her thoughts.
"Hey, what are you thinking?"
"Nothing," she says with a sigh.
