After a couple of miles of inland driving, we turned onto a beach-side road through a small town.
As we passed one group of buildings, Steven said, “That’s the bar we went to last night.”
“Bar?” I asked blankly. I didn’t remember…oh. Oh, yes, I did remember now. Something about…
“Big Raya Sunshine sure took a liking to you, didn’t she?”
I blinked. “Who?”
Steven’s laughter tinkled out like piano notes, but his fist pounding on the dashboard sounded like a bass drum. “The blond drag queen with the big—hoo hoo—she was spanking you! Don’t you remember?”
I narrowed my eyes at him like an old married spouse would. That way no words would be necessary. At least it explained why my ass was so sore.
When he calmed down, we both laughed.
“I’m sure dancing didn’t help my bruises any either. I
