“You could do better, you know,” he said in a light tone, and once again I was possessed with a doubt about his true feelings. Damn the man—why couldn’t he justcome right out and tell me what he felt? Why did he have to dance around the subject?
He had to love me. At least a little. He couldn’t sleep with me and want to marry someone else. Could he?
Damn him!
August 10
From: Tabby
You’re swerving a lot. You guys OK?
August 10
To: Tabby
Yeah.
August 10
From: Tabby
You know, there are no more autobahns here, right? You can’t just drive crazy like that.
August 10
To: Tabby
We know. I was trying to... uh... Dixon was being all... um... never mind.
August 10
From: Tabby
You didn’t try to give him a BJ while driving, did you?
August 10
To: Tabby
Of course not!
August 10
To: Tabby
As if I would!
August 10
To: Tabby
We are not the blow-jobs-in-a-car sort of people, thank you very much!
August 10
From: Tabby
Oh?
