“Why do you say that?” I instigated with a sharp tone of surprise. “You need a lift back home?” Ace asked, looking out at the parking lot. There was a fan and two heat cells built into the pit for the driver to stay comfortable. “Guide me into your body when you’re ready.”
I was dripping wet and couldn’t wait any longer. That voice was easily recognizable. My mother’s lip cringed as obscenities were about the pour out. Man, your heart is going crazy! He started pushing the finger back and forth to stimulate my glands. I slid the folder back into the seat pocket and grabbed my stuff. My tissues were being torn in half at that moment. You all can be together in the day when you can be monitored and making logical decisions. I could feel myself getting wet as the monitor screamed off to the world for a third time.
