“But how do I know if this is what I really want?”
“Give me your phone number and let me out on the corner of Blake and Kenworth.”
“But what about me? I rescued you. What about my fantasy?”
“Maybe I can have someone call you,” I told him as he pulled to the curb. “Thanks for the ride.”
The excited teen jumped from the car and ran around to open the door for me. “Have someone call me, please.”
“I will,” I said as I walked up the street into the darkness.
After making sure that I wasn’t followed by the over-sexed fellow, I headed home. By crossing through a few back yards and through the trees I arrived at our back door. Samantha and her sisters were sitting in the living room drinking a little wine when I rang the door bell with my nose.
After a few minutes Marcy came to let me in.
