“Sure. You should have stayed.” She looked at the dashboard. “What happened to the radio?”
“It broke.”
“Looks like someone kicked it in. Did someone break into the car?”
“Must’ve.” I started up the car. “Let’s go. I need to buy plane tickets.”
“Where are we going?”
“Texas,” I grunted.
She looked at me. Up. And down. And giggled. “Well, they do say everything is bigger there.”
“Oh, ha fucking ha.” I went to adjust my shirt. And found that things had changed.
I guess I’d been in the car a couple of hours. My balls had diminished to an approximation of their standard size. My penis, however, was significantly bigger than I was used to. Like half a dozen times. And, not having rearranged my shirt, I found that I was sticking out of my pants like I was an incompetent salami smuggler.
“They told me that the saline diffuses out in an hour or two,” Trix said. “I guess it migrates on the way.”
She leaned in way too close and whispered, “If that happens to me, my clit is going to look like a pool ball.”
I threw the gearshift and gunned the engine. “You better get some sleep. Neither of us are going to be laying on our fronts tonight.”
“I don’t mind you laying on your back,” Trix said.
“I’m going to order plane tickets and make a phone call, and then I’m going to get so drunk that I cannot see. You can find something to do tonight, right?”
“Sure. I’m going to jerk off like a freak. Want to watch?”
“Jesus, Trix…”
“What is wrong with you, Mike?”
“Me?”
“Yes, you! I’m all tingly as hell, I’m hornier than a dozen rabbits, I’ve seen you looking at me, and suddenly you’re a monk. Are you scared of me?”
“Of course I’m not goddamn scared of you.”
“Well, you’re pissing me off, anyway. You want me to go home tomorrow?”
“You want me to buy you a ticket home?”
“That’s not what I asked. Do you want me to go?”
“I’ll buy you a ticket home, if you want.”
“What are you, eight? Answer the question, Mike.”
“No.”
“Christ! What no? No to me leaving?”
“No, I’m not eight.”
“Mike, I could snap your neck using only my pussy lips right now.”
“Oh, for…”
I pulled the car over, in sight of the highway back to the hotel.
“Trix…No, I don’t want you to go. If I’ve been shit at hiding that I look at you sometimes, then I’m sorry. I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable. If you want to go because I’m being creepy, then I’ll buy you a ticket, pay you for your time, and we’re cool. And I’m sorry. Okay?”
Trix sighed. Looked out the window. Looked back at me.
“Mike. I am asking you to have sex with me.”
“…oh.”
“Oh? Did the easy-reading version work?”
Chapter 17
If you think I’m telling you about having sex with Trix, you’re insane.
Chapter 18
I think it’s finally going down,” Trix said.
I took a look. “Yeah. You no longer have girl-balls.”
She gave that little tinkling giggle and snuggled into my arm. “I have decided that we need to do that more often.”
“Fill our bits with salty water?”
She bit my nipple. “No. The other thing. Although, you know…”
