Chapter Thirteen
Micah started the engine, placed his hand on the gear knob and shifted gears. He drove back on the highway to the entrance of the bridge connecting the United States and Canada. Once at the entrance he paid the few dollars for the crossing. He looked over at me. I appeared rather nervous for the first time since we met. I ran my hands through my hair and then unbuttoned my blouse a couple buttons to expose my pronounced cleavage and looked at my watch. I also raised my skirt to my thighs. I knew it was a cliché, regardless, I was willing to experiment. Approaching customs on the Canadian side a female attendant asked to see our passports and noticed the New York license plates.
“Where are you coming from?” She asked as she glanced at our passports.
“New York.” Micah sai
