I asked her why she wanted to even try out the monster car and she replied that she had to be fair to Lane. As with the first two test drives that day, she managed to get away from the salesman for the drive. She started with her feet on the floor then lifted them until she was sitting on them, facing me then relaxed back on her door. “Looking at cars is hardly play, not new cars. With her arms wrapped around my back and her mouth next to my ear, she puffed softly, “Now?”
“If you don’t mind your head banging against the armrest, there should be enough room to get it on.”
I was just seconds away from making a pass at her when she moved back, “Okay, let’s try another car.” We moved back to the front; she drove back to the dealer then she asked me to take her to the BMW store.
