It hadn't taken long for us all to eat. We were all obviously ready to leave the house as soon as possible. There had been laughs about how Kenny had sauce all over her T-shirt, and Andre had told her to change. She'd come out of the house in a dress identical to mine, but it was bright pink. We giggled about how we looked like twins before getting into separate cars. Brent and I were now driving down the road. He looked and smelled fantastic. I was half tempted to give him some road-head. I'd never done it before, but I'd always wanted to give it a try. He wasn't paying me any mind. His concentration was on the road ahead of him and the shifting of gears. I didn't take his silence as anything other than him being comfortable. There was no need to have small talk. I turn myself in my seat
