Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
It starts with the dude sliding his arm around her shoulders. Running his fingers through her hair and such. The way he touches her is adoring. Like she’s precious to him. And the answering tug low in my belly when he pulls on her ponytail is interesting to say the least. I lost my libido a long time ago. When the only person you allowed near your vagina for sexual purposes turns out to be a murderous monster…yeah. It’s hard to come back from something like that. My therapist has given me many a lecture on the topic.
The couple progresses to kissing. More tongue than necessary to my mind. Though I’m probably not the best judge. I doubt my mouth even remembers how to get the job done. And by the time Ryan got arrested, he had started getting heavy handed with me. Not hitting me. Just being way too full on. Trying to take over every moment. Being physically rough with me. Another sign of him trying to control me.
One day I will find someone and do a whole lot of sexing. So much that all of the bad memories of sleeping with my ex will fade into nothing. They’ll be no more than a bad dream. Though the sexing probably won’t happen around here. I never wanted to hear how someone had hooked up with me for the novelty. That they banged me so they could have a connection to a psychopath or something. Have a sordid story to tell over drinks with friends. I might be overly sensitive. But on the other hand, people do all sorts of strange and distasteful shit for fun.
In the meantime, I might as well enjoy the show. Not the one on the screen. The one where the girl is now sitting in the guy’s lap. Her hands are in his hair and his are busy out of sight. On her breasts maybe. I check over my shoulder. Luckily the small mouthy child has fallen asleep. Sex is all good and natural and normal. But his parents may not be ready to tackle the subject just yet nor in this particular setting.
I take another sip of water. “Do you think they have an exhibition kink?”
“I was just wondering that. Though sometimes I guess you just can’t wait until you get home.”
“Mm.”
“Their windows are starting to steam up.” Noah tosses some popcorn into his mouth. “You know you’re getting old when you see something like this and think a bed would be so much more comfortable.”
“It would, though. You’re just being practical.”
“Thanks,” he says with a smile.
“I didn’t know people still did this at the drive-in.”
“Pretty sure they’re not supposed to do this in public.”
“Imagine telling your child they were conceived at the movies.”
“I was conceived somewhere over Nebraska while my parents were busy joining the Mile High Club.”
My mouth falls open like it’s come unhinged. “No. Really?”
He nods.
“Is it wrong that I love how your parents told you that?”
“Sort of.” He grins. “What about you?”
“Not a clue. My mom died when I was little, and my dad was never in the picture.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Thanks. But I was lucky. I had my grandma, and she was amazing.”
“Did you have any other family around?” he asks.
“A cousin who used to stay in the summers. We were really close there for a while. But Grandma was kind of a free spirit and not to everyone’s tastes. My aunt and her didn’t really get along, so we were usually just our own little family unit.”
“Nice.”
There’s now some definite up-and-down movements happening in the flatbed truck. We both watch in silence for a moment. As you do. But a woman with a flashlight is coming this way, walking down the aisle between cars. She bypasses us and knocks on the window of the truck.
“Oops,” I say.
“Busted,” agrees Noah.
The lovers separate as the woman with the flashlight does some finger-wagging at them. Threats are made. It’s all very dramatic and we’re not the only ones watching them instead of the screen. Though their conversation is carried out in low voices in due deference to the film. Which is highly unhelpful.
“What do you think they’re saying?” asks Noah.
“Well…the dude is all sheepish. He knows they’re cooked. But his girl is going full-on denial. Look at her shaking her head and staring down her nose at the woman. She is shocked and stunned by these baseless accusations. How dare her reputation be besmirched in such a fashion.”
“That’s what she’s saying?”
“Yeah.”
“She actually used the word besmirched?”
“She did. Big feelings deserve big words. Though besmirched is only two syllables, so…” I smile. “Our valiant hero, the lady from the snack bar, is having none of this bullshit, however. She knows exactly what sort of shenanigans have been going on and is banning both of them.”