Bud asked, 'Baby, where are you going?' If she could speak, emit one sound of her own free will, then she owned her tongue. She opened her mouth. She heard herself say, 'Out.'
She walked swiftly. The swinging front door seemed a baffler but, in falling against it, thrusting with all her strength, she opened it.
She stumbled out the drive to the boulevard. She let her feet find their way to Liberty Street. At Number Twelve she saw an outside stairway leading to the upstairs apartment. She climbed it and knocked on the door and Tom opened it.
She said, 'I've been fired too.'
She stood there in the doorway, hands fisted, nails cutting her palms. She could go back. The white car would be delivered tonight. In the morning she would deck herself out in new sports clothes from the Beachwear Boutique. All her dreams.
Tom said, 'Maybe you can explain all this, Sharon.'
Could anyone explain a nightmare?
She was eyeing the couch across the room. She kicked off her sandals and curled an arm behind her back to her dress zipper.
She walked slowly toward the couch.
She asked, 'Which would you rather have, Tom? Me, or your job at Harris?'
'I can't have both?'
'The big money guy who runs this town says no.'
She zipped her dress open, unhooked her bra, wrestled both off and dropped them on the floor. She skinned out of her panties and flung down on the couch.
She said, 'Get naked, Tom, and hug me.'
'Will you please explain, Sharon?'
'You explain something. First, tell me if you have a car.'
He nodded. 'An old station wagon. Mostly I've been driving Harris' demonstrators.'
'Then explain how a sleeping bag in the back of a station wagon would feel different from one in an airplane.'
He grimed. 'You mean, we just take off? Start driving?'
'We'll see the world from a sleeping bag.' She raised her arms toward him.
Tom tore off his clothes.
Lying on her back, she spread her legs. Tom climbed onto the couch between her thighs. She jacked up her legs as she had at the cabin, opening her hairy crotch to show him her gaping, defenseless pink slit.
He lowered his body, pressing his stiff cock into the portals of her twat. He eased in.
When the hot length was buried in her cunt, she sighed with contentment and wrapped her arms about his shoulders. She crossed her legs on his back.
She whispered, 'I want you to fuck me very slowly, Tom. Take all night at it if you wish.'
'I wish.'
'Tom, where will we go? To Montana or Michigan? Minnesota, Mississippi…'
'To all of them. We'll stop the car every ten miles and fuck.'
'That lovely word. Do it, will you?'
Gently he jogged in her juicing cunt. She thought of Buddy. Poor kid. Well, it was time she quit running his life.
She tightened her grip on the man in her arms and clung as, pumping his cock slowly in her drooling hole, he began their voyage into the future.
