Do you want to save gas?”“No.”We went to the door grinning. Claudette looked at us and asked, “What’s going on?”“We’ll tell you in the...cars.”We each walked our girl to our car. It was getting funnier every moment though silly at the same time. I opened the door for Claudette who slipped into her seat. I went around and sat in the seat and just started laughing.“Eric, what’s going on?”“It’s silly and only funny for that reason. Tommy and I drove up together. He said that I could have saved gas. " He said this with a smirk on his face. I smiled and said, "thank you, your good looking yourself, my name is Dillon." We pulled out of the driveway and drove in silence for about 5 minutes. In that time I couldn't help but notice him having a nice bulge and him rubbing it once in awhile. I rested my arm on the console and he slowly brought his arm down and held my hand. My heart was trembling, he hand big hands with longer finger nails and they were kind of dirty. I didn't mind though and. Then she sat again and looked deeply into my eyes. ‘Did it take you a long time to decide what to wear tonight?’ I said it had not. ‘You know what suits you; stand up and come closer, please?" It was a question, not a command and it was irresistible. I stood and stopped just out of her reach – she smiled. ‘Now, I know you’re not wearing a bra, but I wonder what is under that lovely dress?’ Everything was a question which had to be answered. I lifted my skirt, feeling slightly silly but knowing. All the proofs came rushing to his mind of their own accord and at once transformed the theory into one of those certainties which it would be madness to deny. It was that and nothing else. As he had foreseen, the truth lay recorded in Sauverand's story. And he had not been mistaken, either, in saying to Mazeroux that the manner in which the mysterious letters appeared had put him on the track of the truth.And the truth was terrible. He felt, at the thought of it, the same fears that had.