“Very sorry, and at some point tonight…I’ll show you how sorry I am.”
For just a moment, I looked over at her to see her reaction. Instead, I found her face twisted up in horror.
“Watch out!”
Time seemed to slow down. There was a black dog in the middle of the road and there was nothing else to do but hit it. The black Porsche slammed into the creature and Diamond let out a scream of both distress and terror. My face thumped into the steering wheel and then I saw black.
When I came too, Diamond was leaning over me.
“Is it dead,” I asked.
“Is what dead? Are you okay?”
Shaking my head, I slowly undid the seat belt. My chest seemed to be hurting a little bit, but the air bag hadn’t deployed. Stumbling out of the car and holding my head I went to survey the damage. There was no dog to speak of. Whatever had run out in front of me was gone.
Groaning, I muttered a strong, “Fuck my life!”
Diamond was beside me momentarily. “We’re gonna need a mechanic.”
“Maybe a doctor, are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” she sighed.
Finding a signal was a headache. Eventually, I found one and called a tow truck to come and get my wrecked vehicle out of road. Diamond and I had managed to get it onto the side of the road and then we waited. Eventually, someone came.
An ancient looking tow truck that had paint peeling from the sides trudged along the road. He was a fat jolly man who spoke in rapid Italian. He seemed surprised when I spoke it back to him just as slowly. He gave us a ride back into town, promising that he’d have us fixed and ready to go in a day.
“I guess we’d better look for somewhere to stay tonight,” Diamond murmured.
“Regretting coming along?” We walked out of the tow shop together and looked around.
The town of Spinaci was quaint looking. The sun was already starting to set. The sky looked as if God had dipped his fingers in all the colors at his disposal and ran them across the skyline. Diamond had her small rolling suitcase in hand and was already off to find lodging. Shaking my head, I watched as her ass bounced in the black dress she wore. She had boots that seemed to ground her, and I knew that while I loved to see her come, watching her walk away should have been a national past time.
We found a small little inn on the corner not too far from the mechanic. We checked in with little fuss. The room smelled a little old and worn but it would have to do. There was one bed, a small table and a bathroom. The good news was that there was spotty Wi-Fi to connect to. Standing it the doorway, I surveyed the room. It was for sure better than the room I’d rented at the Atlanta Inn back in Georgia.
“Just for the night,” I reminded Diamond.
“I wasn’t going to complain,” she stuck her tongue out at me.
“Careful wife, I can think of uses for that sharp tongue of yours.”
Diamond rolled her eyes and scooted past me into the room. Closing the door behind me, I locked it into place. Peeking out the blinds, I noted there were no movements. The town seemed to be dead. Just a quiet sleepy hamlet in Italy where I had crashed my car.
I could feel the gun I’d tucked away on my person, and I slid it out, turning away from the window. Diamond came out of the bathroom at that moment.
“You gonna shoot me?”
I chuckled, “Don’t think I haven’t thought about it.”
“Oh, I’m sure,” she replied and came close.
The gun was still in my hand. Most women would have asked me to put it away. She wasn’t most women. I had crowned her my Donna…my other half. Diamond was me in feminine form and that was why we could get under each other’s skin like no other.
Her hand eased over the barrel of the gun, her fingers danced along my skin and my dick was hard in an instant. This was what she did to me. She knew her affect too. She was so close that I could feel her body heat
“Are you really just that excited to see me?” She smiled wide, her other hand dipping low, and slowly caressing me through the slacks I wore. “Or just ready to fuck?”
I coughed.
