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She’s wearing black skinny jeans and some long lacy tank top looking thing that gives me just a hint of her cleavage. Her purple hair is twisted up on top of her head and she’s wearing something shiny on her lips.
“Did you hear me about the mechanic?” I ask and she nods distractedly.
I’m going to have to steal her car and do it myself.
“Can I give you a ride back to your place? I need to be at work soon but I have enough time to take you.”
“You don’t have to. It’s not that far of a walk.”
“Nonsense! Come on.”
She opens the car door and slips behind the wheel. I smile when I see her adjusting the seat so that she can actually reach the steering wheel and pedals.
“I left my car by where yours broke down,” I tell her as we buckle up and she nods and pulls out of the parking lot.
I’m about to tell her that there’s a shorter way to go, but she turns down the street before I can. I peek at her out of the corner of my eye and I can’t hide the smile when I realize that she gave me the long way directions on purpose last night.
“What do you do for a living?” I ask as we head down the road.
“I’m a hairdresser. I work over at Snips Salon,” she says, pointing toward the other side of town.
“That’s cool. Do you like it?”
“Yeah, I wanted to do something creative and so it was either kindergarten teacher or hairstylist. I thought that the stylist would pay more.”
I nod, watching as some of her purple hair slips free and blows in the wind from the open window.
“I do love kids though,” she continues. “Sometimes I wish that I had chosen that career instead, but I can always have my own kids, right? I’ve always wanted to be a mom,” she continues before I can say anything.
“Oh yeah?” I ask, shifting in my seat.
“Yeah, I’d like a big family. I just haven’t met the right guy yet,” she says with a sigh. “But once I do find him, we can get started on those babies right away,” she says with a grin and I try to smile back but all I can think about is putting those babies that she wants so much in her belly.
My cock swells in my pants and I shift, trying to discreetly pull my jeans away from the monster but there’s no more room.
We need to change the subject right now before I embarrass myself.
“I think I’d like at least four,” she continues, and I get the image of her pregnant with my babies out of my head.
“Oh my god,” I groan and she frowns at me.
“Is that too many?” she asks, looking self-conscious and I hate it.
“No! No, it’s just weird because I’ve always wanted at least four kids too,” I lie.
“Really?” she asks, beaming at me, and I nod.
I’ve never once thought about having kids of my own in my life, but now I can’t get the thought out of my head.
She turns onto the side road and I see her glare as a squirrel darts across the road. Her weird hatred for the little animals has another smile tipping my lips and she must notice because she launches into a rant about why they’re the worst.
“They chew on bird feeders and steal food from them! From helpless little birds, Jonah,” she tells me passionately and I nod.
“You’re right. They’re awful.”
She pulls to a stop alongside my Ford Explorer and I unbuckle.
“Thanks for the ride.”
