I looked up to see Deputy Williams walking slowly up to the drivers side window. A strange thrill ran down my spine. I felt a rush of wetness in my pa...ties.Oh my God! I had to play it cool. We were not going to fuck! I swore to myself that I was going to be cool, calm and collected. Keep your big mouth shut, I told myself firmly.Deputy Williams appeared at the window, lips in a grim line, shades reflecting the countryside. I pushed the button to roll down the window. I looked into his shaded. We were looking into each other’s eyes, barely moving on the dance floor, actually motionless, kissing over and over again. Seriously, each one of his slow, soft kisses sent goosebumps up and down my spine! ‘Sue, I’ve never been kissed like Johnny kissed me last night! It was freakin’ fantastic! For the first time in my life, well, I’m kinda embarrassed to tell you, but I felt my panties getting wetter by the second. I felt like I was blushing and gasping for air each time Johnny kissed me, my. “Walk and talk,” I offered, too worried about Lady to stop for anyone.“Your Highness, please, I have news.” When I didn’t stop, he waited a few moments and then rushed to catch up. “There are visitors in the tunnels,” he continued, his voice rather higher pitched than it had been a moment before.I frowned even as I kept walking. “Well, they’re going to have to wait. Show them to the sitting room near the main hall and I’ll get to them when I’ve got time.”The outright panic in his voice finally. . we ... had been treating Charlie as though he were some dumb cowpoke out of a bad western. He was just "displaced." He was nearly 20,000 kilometers from 'home' and in a totally alien culture. As though I'd been dropped in the middle of Saskatchewan or ... in fact ... West Texas."I'm sorry, Charlie. I mean it." I understand, Gordy. An' you kids bin real good to me. I'd a never found my way through them desk jockeys in Alice Springs. Likely, I'd be on my way home. Or already there. Or in jail.