I was flirting, I was listening to her problems, and I was genuinely interested in everything she typed. She seemed just as anxious to meet as I was; ...ven though it was plain our pasts were as different as possible. She wasn't a virgin; she'd lived quite a bit of life. My most adventurous story was about taking a ride from a stranger on a trip out to LA where nothing went wrong at all.We decided to meet the next day. I had to drive over two hours to get there, and the entire way I was imagining. We were debating using our bikes or the truck. I said, "Let's find a car. I will load the truck for a getaway if we need it." We loaded the truck and walked next door. In that garage, we found a Miata with a stick shift. There was what appeared to be an extra set of keys on the wall. The battery was dead but it could be jump-started. We managed to push it off and let it run to charge the battery. The gas tank was almost full. I liked it because it would be quick and highly maneuverable.We left. They were both dressed for a night out, in short, tight-fitting dresses, with four-inch heels apiece. Laura was wearing the same blue dress she had worn that time in my car.I quickly took off the headphones and turned back around in an attempt to conceal my nakedness and, of course, my veiny, erect penis, which was lubricated and shining.I slammed the notebook shut and, as I did so, my daughter and Laura burst into a fit of laughter. I guessed they had been drinking. Laura spoke through her. You’re smiling still; that incredibly immobilizing warm smile that completely disarms me, and despite the fact that a stranger is touching me for the very first time in my young life I still find my control melting away willingly. The electric touch of your fingertips on my skin has caused goose pimples to appear on my flesh, and I feel the familiar tightness in my lower tummy as I am suddenly aware that my nipples have become stiff and are protruding through the dampness of the rain-soaked.