Chapter XXIIIBiloxi – Ocean Springs, Mississippi
April 3, 2012
If you Bing the word “hummer” all manner of results pop up. Some expected. Others, not so much. The pictures and instructions you would like to keep your children from seeing entered Clarice's mind as she lay on the back seat of the police cruiser, half-dreaming, half-awake, aware of Ace on top of her, something vibrating pleasantly in her nether regions.
Clarice stretched, groaning delightfully at the feel of his comfortable weight. Smiled and whispered, “Ace. Babe, I have to go pee first.”
“That's not me,” he mumbled, sniffing, lifting himself off of her, cool air sucking away the heavy mix of their scents. “But I like the way you think,” he said, then nibbled her ear.
Clarice swatted him. He opened the door and Clarice
