James
At the station, we pick her up.
Still no car…. What the f**k’s she doing with her money? What’s she spending it on?
no car…. What the f**k’s she doing with her money? What’s she spending it on?…. this isn’t the time to grill her about it….
She’s bright and bouncy and beautiful as ever. And today in particular, she looks like a little girl, trying not to giggle.
“Charlotte,” I say. “you look like trouble, trying to find somewhere to happen.” I’m driving, but I watch her side-wise in the passenger seat…
…. She is trying not to giggle….
…. She trying not to giggle….…. feeling horny then, and anticipating….
…. Just as well we’ve got a party arranged for her….
…. that should slow her down a bit….
I smile inwardly, keeping the expression well away from my face. Michael’s chuckle
