The car eased to a stop, and for what felt like forever she didn’t hear anything. Still, a girl had to have dreams. Pornhat The others usually ran after the Haitians, but— Something about them just didn’t do it for her. Some were even downright gorgeous. Through the fabric of his jeans, she felt just the tip. Her glass clicked against the countertop as she set it face down, and then she was in his lap. “Thirsty?”
God was she, and since he was offering. If they would just go away, she’d be fine. A transactional affirmation. She knew she saw her car. Just like every other night. Even walking was getting hard. Maybe it was the Fireball’s fault, but she seemed a little more sensitive than usual.
