“No, sorry. I opted out in college. You?”
“Fair to middling.”
“What about the Mercedes.” She points out a black vehicle and as more shots explode, I grab her hand.
“Yup. Let’s go.”
As we bolt, she glances down at her naked body. “What about clothes?”
“One miracle at a time.” Heart pounding, I glance over my shoulder where men exit the garage we just left.
Luck must be with us because the door handle on our chosen getaway car clicks open.
“Go.” I push her in, break apart the ignition wires, and twist them.
When the engine starts up, she settles in the passenger seat and stares out the back window. “Still clear.”
In the next town over, I stop at a big green trash bin where people discard stuff for charity.
“Shit. The top cover is locked. I’ll find us another.” As I back away, her grip tightens on my wrist.
“No. Look.” She points to a small flap in the metal, hinges it open, and places a metal hook in a loop.
“Lift me up. I’ll go in.” Jumping, she grips the little window and peers inside.
“You sure?”
“Damn, Suds. Yes. I need some fucking clothes. Just do it.”
“Okaaay.” Interlacing my fingers, I create a foothold and she climbs into the bin.
Soon all sorts of clothing comes flying out.
“Dammit. Shopping blind sucks.” She throws out bag after bag until I’m quite certain we have the sizes we need.
“Stop, hun. Enough.”
A few minutes later, her pretty head pops out. My arms around her chest, I tug Sam onto the ground. With that sweet naked body rubbing against mine, I harden.
Sorry dude. Given the circumstances, a short kiss will have to suffice.
Face flushed, she finds flip flops, oversized yoga pants, and a tiny pink top that barely reaches her navel. Me? I slip into sweats and a stained flannel shirt. The dress shoes with it look ridiculous.
Then, we take off down the road, staying clear of tolls.
“Where’re we going?”
“Not sure, but we’ll need a low profile car.” A Ford parked under a big neon muffler repair sign gives me an idea.
Sure enough, I pull over, lift the mat, and hold up a key. “Works every time.”
“Wait, what if it’s still broken?” Sam jumps out of the car and I hand her the receipt.
“All good. Let’s roll.”
