But this was a full-on assault. What if he was wrong? After a moment she began another one-sided conversation, her voice barely audible:
“Oh, please don’t make me do this. She simply sat there, frozen, for a long moment. His feet always hurt on Saturdays and Sundays, when he worked the register at the local big-box store. Bird was stupefied. There was silence, except for the sound of settling breath, for a long time. “I guess it’s what I deserve for being such a dirty girl and wearing my vibrator into the store. Not rubbing, exactly, just pressing there firmly. Glancing around to make sure no one was looking at him, Bird began edging along the passenger side of her car, one tiny step at a time, staring at the back of her head through the window and ready to pretend he was just making his way between cars. – with a crazy blonde woman in her underwear pretending that he was somehow blackmailing her into performing for him. Go on.
