Connie pushed the car into reverse backing out from behind the store. A minute later her Camaro was headed back north along the highway.
“Turn left up there,” Jenni said, pointing to Boone.
“Where we headed?” Connie asked.
“To MLB.” Jenni replied.
“You got this mapped out,” Connie said with a whimsical look on her face. “You’ve done this before.”
“What do you mean?” Jenni asked.
“You ever done this?” Connie asked again, this time sliding her hand down over Jenni’s breasts to her belly.
“No.” Jenni said, as an embarrassed smile spread across Jenni’s face.
“You are so lying girl.” Connie exploded.
“Am not.” Jenni rebutted.
“You sure as shit-eatin grin are!” Connie snapped back.
“Well, maybe a little.” Jenni conceded. “But, I never got fucked.”
“I call lie again.” Connie retorted.
Jenni couldn’t stop beaming.
“I knew it,” Connie said. “How many?”
“How many what?” Jenni asked.
“How many times? Guys?” Connie asked again.
“Some,” Jenni replied.
“How many times you come up here to get some big colored buck to fuck you?” Connie asked with authority.
“Never got fucked,” Jenni said.