“Here?” she looked around, confused. He tossed her clothes at her, and they felt wet and clammy and were cold.
“I have to go; I spent so long with you. I have an appointment across town.” He watched as she buttoned her shirt, pulled the overdress on. “I’ll be thinking of you, though.”
“Will you?”
He stopped her before she pulled up her tights. “Can I have your underwear? Just to remind me of you all the time.”
He was so romantic. Smiling, she pulled them off and handed them to him, then she squirmed into her tights. He sniffed them as if he were smelling a rose. That was kind of gross!
He helped her put on her shoes, then her coat. “Do you know where you are?”
“No.”
“Okay, if you just head out of here, you’ll recognize the streets.”
She opened the door, pulled on her book bag. “Bye
