I said, in a voice breathy and panting, Metaphysics, we don't need no stinking metaphysics. She stopped staring down at us, then looked away. I started to run for the Jeep, because having sex with a prostitute stripper would qualify nicely as something Louie would regret in the morning. I thought he'd fed the ardeur during sex with me, but if that kiss was feeding the same thing, he's been holding back.
I think the realization that I could call a vote and get his ass kicked out had made him a better boy. She'd been sure about the stranger thing, but she wasn't really sure about this one. And strangely, I didn't. With one switch of a key, the space inside a car becomes private, intimate.
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