She giggled and started riding.K: Now push your body backward. (Pushes) I too push myself forward. We were glued to each other up to all my chest with...both my arms wrapped around her body. I held her tight. I was exploring her body between her boobs and jeans with my fingers caressing her here and there. I stuck my dick to her ass too and asked, “Can you feel something?”D: Yes, I can. I am also feeling current in my whole body.K: How is it?D: It is hard.We approached a signal and she told me to. Even if that happened, it would be the local cops who found us. It wouldn't be the cops who might be on Estavante's payroll.I did not steal a car, instead I bought one from a man on Craig's list. We paid three thousand dollars cash for the car. The Caddy SUV went into a $100 a month storage locker, which we paid three months in advance on. If the war wasn't over in three months, neither of us would have any use for the Caddy.The guy we bought it from, delivered the econo-box to the storage. My mom spanked me for playing with matches. The next day I wrote a story about a mean old mother and her reign of terror. As mothers do, she said it was cruel. The next day, I burned it.I was always a writer. Only, I was never very good once my age hit double digits. And I’ve only gotten worse with age. Last year, I published “The Angel Walks at Dawn,” my third short story, as well as “Booker Dane and the Case of the Copper Box,” my second failed attempt at a novel. Tim Zachary, my publisher,. Maybe the blouse tore when she bent down to retrieve the fallen glass. But she didn’t notice her blouse ripping off since the loud noise of glass falling covered it.Me mentioning her torn blouse might seem awkward. I didn’t want the things to be weird between us so I wanted to leave as quickly as possible. But fate had something else planned. The last hook of her blouse parted and a piece of it fell inside the glass she was holding. I was controlling my emotions while watching her huge cleavage.