Forced to Forever
she asked, examining the passenger compartment, "I don't see how we can do it here."
I hooked a thumb toward the SUV. "Your husband's back seat."
"Ex! And you, sir, whoever you are, are really, really bad." An evil glint shone from those emerald eyes. "You are a supervillain."
What can I say? You heard it from an eye witness, so to speak. We quickly switched vehicles and soon I was pulling down her pants and discovering the sweetest honeypot any teenage boy could fantasize between two perfect limbs not found outside a Renaissance painting.