CHAPTER 47
Back in the car.
Decided couldn’t drive home.
Have to have each other, now!
Right now!
Right here!
In car! (Thanks, tinted windows!)
Parked in secretive make-out spot.
Hands again.
Lips, tongues, clothes coming off.
Box of condoms ripped open. (Hands quickly disinfected!)
Pulling at the wrapper with my teeth . . . Pulling at the wrapper with my teeth . . . Pulling at the wrapper with my teeeetthhh . . .
“Shit, I can’t open this thing.” I passed the condom to him and he tried to rip it with his teeth, too, unsuccessfully.
“It’s not opening!” He pulled it as hard as he could; the plastic inlay only stretched and nothing ripped off. “Bloody hell.” He reached into his cubby hole and . . .
“Whoa!” I held my hands up as he produced a pocket knife.
He shrugged and stabbed the condom packet. “I feel like MacGyver,” he said, laughing.
“Don’t put a hole in it; we wouldn’t want a real Jolene.” I smiled at him and, just then, as the condom was being taken out the packet, as it was being lowered and was just about to be slipped on . . .his phone rang!
“Don’t answer it, don’t answer it,” I whimpered.
He looked at his vibrating phone on the passenger seat. “I have to. Could be work.”
“The only criminal in town is in this car and she wants to have sex with you . . . She really,really. . .” I took the condom from him and slipped it between us, seeking him out. I found him and started rolling it down over him . . .
“Oh God,” he moaned, looking at me. He looked at the phone, then at me, then at the phone again (repeat a few times). “Shit! Hold that thought.” He put his hand over mine, stopping me mid-roll, and reached for the phone. He took a deep breath before answering it.
“Hello, it’s Mike—”
He hadn’t even finished speaking when I heard the voice on the other end. It sounded loud and angry. I tried to listen, but couldn’t hear the actual words, just the muffled screech of them.
“Uh-huh.” He nodded as he listened. “Okay. I see.” He looked at me and widened his eyes. “I agree. Sounds totally suspicious.” He listened some more. “Of course, I’ll take a look.” He nodded and gave me an apologetic look. “That definitely sounds like something that should be checked out.”
I climbed off his lap and shimmied over to the passenger seat again. This was starting to feel very familiar, our habit ofalmost-sex.
“Right. Okay. Well, don’t approach the car, then. Keep your distance,” he said into the phone. “Can you tell me where it is and I’ll go there as soon as I can?” He listened for a second and suddenly the atmosphere in the car changed. Mike ducked behind the dashboard and pulled me down with him.
“What’s happening?” I mouthed.
He quickly put his finger to his lips to silence me. He looked a little panicked and I could see he was trying to zip up his pants and puthimselfaway. “I think the best thing for you to do is to drive away. No need to watch them anymore; I’ll be there and I’ll handle it. Go home; it’s late.” He peeped over the dashboard and then his head shot back down.
“What. Is. Going. On?” I mouthed, silently this time.
He put his hand over the receiver, pushed it into his chest and whispered across to me. “A resident just phoned in about some suspicious behavior. A white car parked secretively! Movement inside it!”
