After our romantic dance session, I was floating on air. When she told me there was one more stop, I was baffled. She had already swept me off my feet, what else could she possibly have planned?
This drive was a bit longer and the terrain seemed a bit bumpy.
“Are you taking me into the middle of the desert to kill me now? Great, just my luck,” I babbled on, but she just laughed.
“I am not killing you.”
“That’s what all secret serial killers say,” I responded.
“And have you met many serial killers?” she asked, feigning seriousness.
“Well…no. Hopefully not. But I have watched a lot of Forensic Files.”
“That does not qualify. How could they have possibly known what the serial killers said?” she quipped.
I paused and tried to think of a witty comeback. “Okay, you got me there,” I gave
