/Jane/
"Do you mean to tell me I'm a bad driver?" I gasped, pretending to be hurt.
He smiled and nodded his head. “Yeah.”
I shrugged my shoulders and rolled my eyes. “Whatever. As I previously stated, you can choose whatever you want. You're welcome to be my glorified chauffeur, given that you'll be accompanying me everywhere anyway." Then I had a thought: was he planning on accompanying me on all of my adventures? "Hey, what if I have a ladies' appointment?"
"Do you have a ladies appointment?" "Like what?" you might wonder. he inquired, casting a curious glance my way before returning his attention to the road ahead.
Is he seriously going to demand that I spell it out for him again? A waxing or something along those lines, I mumbled, embarrassment evident on my face. My bikini an
