It took two weeks before I stopped looking over my shoulder everywhere I went. Everything that had happened seemed so incredible, I had a hard time accepting it.
There were so many questions. How could Michael hide the truth from us? What really happened to him? How could they fake the sensations I had received from him during the crash? Was the crash planned? Was all of this planned from the beginning? Was anything we found in Michael's head true?
My dad got directly involved in investigating Steven, Penny, their father, and their grandfather. But nothing came from his inquiries except to find that they were all officially dead.
I don't mind telling you, I was scared. I knew I was probably overreacting, but I couldn't get rid of the feeling Steven had laid traps within traps. The thought did occur to me that Michael's subconscious could have seen through Joey's deception and had somehow kept Joey from discovering his intentions. But I more strongly believed Steven had programmed everything into Michael's head ahead of time and somehow cloaked it to prevent us from finding out the truth.
Joey and I spent spring break searching for any clue of where they were without any success. Another two weeks went by without any indication that they had even existed.
A meter-maid reminded me of the two officers whom I had met at the hospital, and out of desperation, I decided to seek the help of Officer Kimberly Peterson.
"Hi," I said, popping up on the bar stool next to her. "I don't suppose you remember me, but.."
"What are you doing here?" she said out of surprise. "Better yet, how did you get in here?"
We were in a noisy and crowded bar that apparently was a favorite of a lot of her fellow officers. Kim didn't come here very much herself, but after the disaster with Corban earlier that day, she felt she needed a drink or two. The last thing she had expected to find was an obviously underage kid sitting next to her and getting waited on by the bartender.
She looked suspiciously around her, thinking the others were playing a joke on her, furthering her humiliation she had gone through earlier that day.
"No thanks, I brought my own," I said to the bartender as I set the bottle of drink on the bar. "But if I could borrow two glasses, I'll let you try some," I said mischievously to the scrawny man.
"What do you think this is? A wine tasting club?" he snorted. "You want glasses, you have to pay..... say, that does smell good..." he said as I waved the open bottle under his nose. "Okay, but if it's some kind of sugar water, the glasses will cost you 2.50 each."
"Deal," I said, noticing Kim's smirk as she decided to play along just so she could make it backfire.
"Bad day?" I asked.
"Oh, you wouldn't want to hear about it. So how are your two friends?"
"Wow. So you do remember me. Uhm, Suzi's fine, but Michael is part of the reason I'm here. I sort of need your advice."
"Oh? About what?" she said, not really sure where I was leading.
"He stole one of my dad's limos, wrecked it, then disappeared. I was hoping you could give me some pointers on how to find him."
"Oh.... You want me to give you pointers...." she said getting ready to nail my next response.
"Actually, I was hoping you would be able to tell me what you do when you've run out of clues and you don't know what to do next."
I waited for her to respond, knowing she was waiting for me to continue with some kind of line.
Finally, she frowned then looked at me with a questioning face. "What kind of pick up line was that?"
"It wasn't any kind of pick up line," I sighed, pretending I just got clued in. "You're not taking me seriously, are you. You think I'm trying to play a joke on you. Uhm, maybe this wasn't such a good idea..." I said, putting the lid back on the bottle and getting up.
"Spander!" she suddenly cried. "What are you guys trying to pull? This kid can't even make up a decent pick up line!"
A dark haired man with a mustache walked over and said, "Shit, Kim. How the hell did you manage to smuggle him in here? Who is he, your nephew or something?"
Kim squinted at his face, searching for any trace of the smile she was expecting. But the only thing he was displaying was concern.
"I didn't bring him in here!" she said exasperated. "I thought you did!"
"Huh? Why would I.... Oh..... HA HA!.. Er, sorry. Hey, I wouldn't pull a trick on someone who was taken adva... Anyway, I always thought Corben would try something like that. But I never thought you..." he stopped in midsentence and said to me, "Wait a second. How did you get in here."
"Yes, how did you get in here, er, Tom, wasn't it?"
"Tim actually. Uhm, look. Do you really think I'm so stupid to walk in a bar full of off duty police officers and try to order something alcoholic?"
Their looks told me they did, so I said, "The guy at the door thinks I'm thirty eight, and he loved the idea that I brought my own stuff. Now is anyone going to have a drink with me, or am I going to have to drink it all by myself?" I said, putting the bottle back on the bar.
"Lets just take a look at what you brought," Spander said, removing the bottle's cap and taking a whiff. He looked up at Kim startled and said, "It's not alcoholic."
She took the bottle from Spander when he offered it to her and took a whiff herself.
"Smells like... bubble gum?"
I smiled, then looked at Spander as I said, "Bartender, better make that four glasses."
"Thanks," Spander said, "But just a swallow. I only want to taste it. I'm not that crazy about bubble gum."
"Okay, but I won't hold you to it if you decide otherwise," I said as 'Smiley' placed four shot glasses on the bar in front of me. "Oh, there is one thing about this stuff you should know. I doesn't get you drunk, just horny."
"Shhaa, right," Smiley said. "You expect me to believe a kid just walks up to my bar with a bottle of the stuff bartenders have dreamed about since the beginning of time? If that stuff makes anyone but you horny, I'll kiss your ass."
"You two are my witnesses," I said smiling. "I don't usually have my ass kissed by complete strangers."
Kim and Spander exchanged looks, not sure if I was trying to pull something on them or just on Smiley.
I poured three full shots and a quarter for Spander, then had to sip it before anyone else tried it. When Spander set his shot glass back on the bar, I hovered the bottle's lip over his glass and glanced at his face. He shrugged, then nodded, so I poured him a full glass.
"Say, that's pretty good..." Smiley said after finally emptying his glass. He had appeared to be analyzing the drink with each sip he took, and I knew he hadn't a clue of what it was made out of. Come to think of it, I still don't have a clue.
"Seconds?" I asked everyone when Spander finished his.
Spander and Smiley both accepted, but Kim surprised me by declining.
"How come?" I asked. "You looked like you enjoyed it."
"Oh, it was very good. Very sweet too. I've already splurged on my diet today."
"I wouldn't worry about how many calories it has. The more you drink, the more you burn off."
"What do you mean?" Spander said after savoring another sip.
"I know what he means," Smiley said. "You still sticking with that aphrodisiac story?"
"In about seven minutes or so, you'll be kissing my ass," I said, pouring Kim another anyway.
After the fourth round, I refused to pour any more, especially since I was starting to feel its effects a little.
When the two officers sitting on either side of me started to get a little antsy, I called Smiley over and said, "Your boxers getting a bit cramped yet?"
"Look kid. I'm not going to play this game of yo..."
"Shit!" Spander suddenly said. "Peterson, you're not feeling it too, are you?"
Kim's eyes opened wide as she realized she had been imagining what I looked like naked while she unconsciously had been flexing her vaginal muscles, making her wetness surge. She looked at Spander with only a moment of shock registering on her face before her eyes snapped down to his crotch.
As I watched their minds get flushed out by their lust, I blanketed the crowd to ignore anything we did. I barely finished deploying the blanket when Kim's hand shot out towards Spander's crotch. The two desperately struggled to get his belt undone and his zipper down.
"Shit," I said when Spander's dick came out. It was the fattest prick I had ever seen. Not that I got to see it very long. Kim had it in her mouth so quick I almost missed it entirely.
I was reminded of Smiley's presence when he echoed my "Shit," with his own.
He was mystified at the apparent lack of the other customer's interest, and really got confused when another officer brushed up against Kim and apologized when she had gagged.
"Aren't you feeling a bit horny yourself?" I asked him.
"No.. I'm not. You mean that stuff really works?"
"Yeah, it works. If you're going to kiss my ass, you better hurry up. I'm going to join the fun myself," I said as pulled my pants down.
"I... er..." he started.
The moment he saw my naked ass, he gulped. I looked back at him in time watch him scramble over the bar, his eyes locked on my rear end.
I didn't move as he lowered his face to my butt cheeks, but I shivered when he gave my right cheek a kiss. He planted another on the left, then proceeded to give each cheek wetter and sloppier kisses.
I was about to make him stop when his tongue probed between my cheeks and brushed my rose. His tongue sent electric sparks up my ass to my dick. I relinquished control to the lust I had been holding off, a let out the moan I had been suppressing as his tongue make a full pass across my ass hole.
Normally, this sort of stimulation was too distasteful for me to truly enjoy, but the drink had a way of getting around set backs like that. It also was obvious Smiley had experience in frenching ass, and in a last moment of sensible thought, I confirmed this by checking with his mind.
However, Smiley wasn't what he appeared to be. He worked for a man he knew only as Mr. Whiteshaw, some kind of Godfather type character who recently started looking for a few under paid cops for his not so legal business dealings. Smiley had become his recruiting officer while still working as Mr. Whiteshaw's informant into the police's activities. Smiley's payment came in many forms, but his favorite was being rewarded with a fresh young ass to taste and fuck.
Having been forced to lick his older brother's asshole as his other brother sucked him off to his first orgasm, Harry Jonathan Green had acquired a 'taste' for ass. Harry and his brothers experimented with sex for the first half of his teen years, with Harry usually getting chosen to be the guinea pig whenever they thought of something new.
His two brothers both graduated high school and moved away before Harry had ever tried sex with a girl. In his junior year, he gathered up the courage to ask one of the easier girls out on a date. He ended up exploring a new found territory for him, using his experienced tongue to map the inner folds of her pussy.
Two weeks later, Harry was rotating his schedule around three different girls whom he thought didn't know anything about the other two. But to his surprise, they were all very close friends, the first girl having told the other two all about Harry's incredible tongue.
Those three girls surprised Harry one day by sneaking into his car while he was busily exploring a fourth girl they had recruited. The sex they had inside that car earned him the name 'Smiley'. Harry had overworked his mouth so much, the muscles in his cheeks constantly spasmed, making him appear to always be smiling the rest of the night.
It wasn't until after graduating high school did he discover his fetish for sampling a clean anal rose. But now at the age of thirty-eight, Smiley had
developed a lust to sample the asses of the innocent, making them beg for more, then fucking their ass in a rape like manner. Mr. Whiteshaw made that possible by supplying him with a runaway once in a great while.
This knowledge only increased my pleasure as his tongue began teasing the heart of my firmly shut anal door. Smiley gently pushed me forward until my chest rested on the bar stool I had been sitting on. My legs were spread and his tongue was starting to make my hole relax when a new group of customers walked in the door.
A "What fuck?" alerted me to their arrival, and I immediately blanketed the two men and two women with the desire to suck each other off noisily. I barely took notice of the two officers all ready busily sixty nining on the floor as Smiley's tongue penetrated my anus.
The electricity that shook my body triggered the eruption from my dick, spurting at least ten large streams against the counter's wall.
Smiley lost no time to take advantage of my weakened state. But when I felt his dick's head pressing against my loose asshole, I quickly turned the tables on him.
My ass clamped down so tight that it pinched the tip of his dick's lips. Smiley's hand grabbed the back of my neck and forced me to stay doubled over. I allowed him to attempt forcing his dick inside me, enjoying his building frustration. But when his hand tightened around the back of my neck and his husky voice said, "Open the Fuck up," I decided he had gone too far.
I could almost see the look on his face when a powerful hand grabbed his neck like he had mine and nearly made him black out from the incredible pressure it used.
I stepped aside as Smiley assumed the position I had been in, his face filled with fear and arousal as he felt his pants being pulled down the rest of the way.
The drink was still clouding my judgement, and I really have no other excuse for what I did next. I have scolded myself and regretted my loss of control ever since, making sure I never initiate a rape again.
But in my mind at the time, it seem the perfect punishment for his crimes, and the big blurry bear of a man who was trying to lower his own pants was more or less a willing participant. Ken had raped both a man and a woman before, and he had even considered me to be his next target before I had given him a bad case of blue balls.
His balls felt as good a new while my mental commands focused his desire on Smiley's ass. I wanted to teach Smiley a lesson, to show him what it was like to be used and abused like he had done to others.
Unfortunately, Smiley found himself feeling expectant towards the rape. In a sense his brothers had raped him multiple times, and each time he had found he had enjoyed the end result. To Smiley, this would lead him to a new sexual pleasure, and new pleasures were something he had thought he wouldn't ever experience again.
This angered me enough to force Ken to enter him with great haste. Smiley screamed as the large man's dick mercilessly burrowed into his ass. But the scream wasn't from the pain, but from the orgasm that was passing through Smiley's jerking body.
The moment I realized he was enjoying it, a surge of anger and lust filled my mind. There was one thing Smiley hated, and that was the few times his brothers had made him suck them off.
I grabbed the bottle of drink and downed the five swallows left. Then I grabbed his head with one hand, peered into his eyes and said, "Suck every drop of cum out of my dick or you will find yourself sucking the shit out of my ass. Understand?"
His glazed eyes were washed clear with fear. Smiley shuddered when he felt my mind touch every nerve in his body, letting him know I could do it. He opened his mouth and was about to take it in when Ken blew his wad inside Smiley's ass. Smiley helplessly waited as the bear violently pounded against him, and nearly fell off the stool when Ken collapsed on top of him.
I made Ken get off as I moved my dick into position. Smiley's mouth wasn't smiling at all as my meat passed through his lips.
Smiley's blowjob got better the longer he did it. In fact he started to enjoy it, bring back memories of his earliest sexual adventures. But my lust filled mind didn't want him to enjoy it, so I took his head in my hands and started guiding it.
But after ten or so minutes of using his mouth like a hand, Smiley even started enjoying that. The additional drink I had consumed had kicked in by then, pushing my mind to the state where nothing but the fuck lust I felt mattered.
I didn't even hesitate to command Smiley to lay on the floor to fuck his mouth like a pussy. His gagging disrupted my enjoyment so much that I took control of them and timed his breaths with my pumps. I was so caught up in my fucking, I never noticed that several new pairs of eyes were watching us.
When Smiley's dick snapped to attention five inches below my forehead, I resigned my struggle to make him suffer for his past crimes and released my flood of cum that had built up in my balls and prostrate. I succeeded somewhat in punishing him when I continued to pump deep into his throat as my drink enhanced ejaculate spewed out. He choked and gagged again, my control unable to suppress the fact he was drowning in my cum. But I didn't let up until I was empty, and then I immediately regretted my acts.
I assisted him telepathically to clear his windpipe so he could breath. I'll never forget the sight of my semen draining out of his nose as he struggled to purge it from his nasal passages.
I suddenly noticed the flickering lights as they flashed on his face. I turned around so fast I accidentally hit a uniformed police officer across the chest with the back of my hand. Two police cars were in front of the bar while another was just pulling in the lot. Kim and Spander were both quickly dressing as another officer listened to their explanation.
Their eyes met mine as Kim pointed me out to their fellow officer. Kim hesitated before diverting her eyes and continuing her report. But Spander's eyes didn't look away, and I could tell he was attempting to judge what my motivation was.
The officer I had accidentally hit gave me a small push when he noticed I wasn't listening to him. He was trying to tell me I needed to get dressed before I was taken down to the station for questioning. I wasn't under arrest just yet, but I had no intention of letting this go on any further.
"Hang on," I said to him as another two officers came in. "How many more of you are coming?" I asked him as I reached for my boxers.
"You don't need..." he started before I convinced him I did need to know. "Three units, that's all."
"Okay, then I don't have to wait any longer," I said pulling my pants on.
"Kid, you better just come quietly. You're not under arrest yet, but you can be," the officer warned as he made his hands ready incase I tried something.
I looked him right in the eye and said, "Officer Russell, what if I told you some of your fellow officers were taking payoffs from a Mr. Whiteshaw."
He blinked at me, but then said, "Yeah, and the chief of police is a nazi spy. Don't try to make this worse by making up stories. If I have to, I'll read you your rights and..."
"Paul, you need any help?" one of the two new arrivals said. The look on his face told me he had overheard. I quickly confirmed that he was one of those bad apples, and checked Smiley's head out to find out how many more there were. I felt better when I found that Aaron Finch and his partner Walter Schroeder were the only ones Smiley had found so far.
"We're not sure," Russell said, catching the momentary look of fear I had shown.
I looked back at Officer Russell and said in his mind, "Please don't panic, I'm just trying to help. Finch is one of them."
Finch immediately noticed Russell's shocked expression, and instinctively rested his hand on his holster before saying, "What's wrong?"
Russell glanced away from my pleading face for a moment and saw a small amount of panic in Finch's face. He looked back at me for a moment, then said, "For a moment there he reminded me of someone I knew a long time ago. Come on kid. Get your shirt on."
I started to comply, but then noticed Kim and Spander were following one of the other officers out the door. The thought "I need to contain this situation" ran through my head, probably from watching too much TV when I was little. My instincts were telling me to not let anyone leave, so I created a little diversion.
Ken suddenly started arguing with the man next to him, then picked up a chair and broke it half over his knee. Being the officers they were, all three of them rushed right back inside in case the others needed back up.
Ken was having a ball when two officers tackled him, for he was one of those really physical guys who loved to prove his strength and wrestling abilities. As Russell went to assist, I nearly bumped right into Finch when I tried to cross the room.
He was about to grab me when I grabbed the chair nearest to me and offered him a seat. With an astonished look on his face, Finch's body accepted without it's owner's permission.
"Just watch the fun for a minute while I chat with Kim and Spander, 'kay?" I said, making him nod his head.
Kim jumped when I spoke, her hand even reaching for her missing holster automatically. I smiled as I looked back up at her face, then said, "Please don't shoot. I surrender."
Spander cleared his throat and said, "Look, kid. I'm not saying you were completely responsible for all this.. but why the hell did you talk us into drinking that stuff? You knew we would..." he paused then lowered his voice as he said, "we would fuck anything that moved."
I grinned at his statement, then decided to level with them.
"I came here to ask Kim for some help. I need to find someone before they hurt any more of my friends or manage to grab me."
I turned to Kim and said, "I know how you like younger guys and all, and the drink was just in case you wouldn't let yourself go through with it. But when I found out about you getting caught blowing Corben in the conference room, I figured you would be more comfortable having sex with someone your own age before you and I did it. I never thought that Smiley would.... HEY!" I called over to the officers who were playing with Ken. "DON'T hit him with the sticks!"
To Kim and Spander I said, "Hey, uhm... Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back."
I hurried over to the five officers holding Ken pinned down. Schroeder was angrily yelling at his partner to either cuff the bastard or call for back up. Before the other officers had joined in the struggle, they had cleared the bar of customers. That made my job a lot easier.
"Come on, let him up. He was only playing," I said standing over the five ragged officers.
"Kid, get the fuck back.. PETERSON, SPANDER! Would you MIND?!"
"Tim, I think you better let them handle this," Kim said as Spander walked over to the others with a big grin.
"You don't understand. Uhm, don't do that," I said to Spander as he started to cuff a wrist.
Spander gave Kim a look, then proceeded to help the others force Ken's arms together so he could cuff the other wrist.
"I said don't do.." I said before Kim slapped a handcuff on my left wrist. Before I could react, she cuffed the other one.
"Okay.. that's IT!" I said, getting angry.
"Kim, what the hell are you doing?!" Spander said standing up.
"She's talking my cuffs off, that's what," I said, rubbing my wrists.
(I really watched too much TV when I was little. The cuffs hadn't been on me more than thirty seconds, but my instincts had me rub my wrists like they had been on for several hours, just like they do on TV.)
"What the.." Spander said as he noticed McKay unlocking Ken's cuffs.
"Ken, thanks for the help, man. Now remember, no more rapes for you. You don't want to go back to prison," I warned.
"No sir. Thank you sir," Ken said, bowing as he walked backwards towards the exit.
"Smiley," I called. "Time to go to the station and confess."
"Don't even say it, ass hole," I thought to Schroeder when he was about to offer to take Smiley himself.
"Officer Russell? I think you will want to hear Smiley tell you about the business arrangement Officers Finch and Schroeder have with Mr. Whiteshaw."
"What? I don't know anything about.." Smiley started.
"I'm sorry Harry. You're gonna have to tell them everything," I said, inserting the commands into his head. "But look on the bright side. I hear a lot of raping goes on in prison. You'll love it there."
"Just what the hell is going on?" Spander demanded. "Kim! Why are you just standing there like erp!"
"What are you doing?" Russell said, suddenly not sure I was friend or foe. Everyone else in the room was standing around looking at nothing in particular, blinking like they were trying to stay awake.
"Don't worry. They'll be okay. I'm just kind of tired of all the questions," I said, sitting down on the nearest chair. I looked up at his frowning face and said, "I'm not the bad guy here. Finch and Schroeder have been taking bribes from Smiley to look the other way when Whiteshaw needs to do something, er, well, illegal. Just pretend you overheard Schroeder telling Smiley that it would cost more than usual to get the rape charge dropped."
"What rape charge?" he said when he realized I mean every word.
"The one that you were all called here for. And you didn't get a very good look at the kid before he ran off."
"You are asking me to charge him for something he didn't do. YOU were not in any danger of being raped," he said getting a little angry.
"Chill, dude," I said, taken by surprise. "He's raped more kids than he can count. So what if he didn't actually do the one he got arrested for. And he WOULD have raped me if he could have. You can at least charge him with the attempt to rape."
"I'm not go..." Russell said as I flipped the zombie switch on in his head.
I sighed, then started to clean up the mess I had made. After implanting memories in everyone's heads, I moved them into position, then slipped out the back before pressing the play button on my telepathic remote control. I heard the struggling inside come to an end, then several minutes later watched from around the corner as Smiley, Schroeder, and Finch were put in a police van that had come to collect them.
It was around midnight when Kim finally walked towards her car to leave. I was amused by her hand reaching for her missing holster again when I coughed to let her know I was walking beside her.
"What happened to you? Are you okay?" she asked, remembering only that I had left in a hurry when the first police car pulled up.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Sorry about the drink and all. I didn't mean to get you into trouble. And I definitely didn't know Smiley would try something like that," I lied.
She didn't respond right away, staring at nothing as the memories of what she and Spander did ran through her mind.
"So, are you and Spander gonna... have a drink together again?" I said coyly when she didn't respond.
She let out a big breath, then looked me in the eyes. She almost said something, but then she turned and started back towards her car.
When I didn't follow her, she said, "If you want my help.... It will cost you a bottle of that stuff."
I grinned and ran to catch up with her.
I said, "I'll make it two if you'll have a glass of it with me."
She paused at my offer, then said "I'm a police officer, and I'd like to stay one. You're, what? Fifteen? Sorry. Sixteen then? I'd be breaking the law if something happened, and you know something would happen if I drank that stuff while you were in the room."
I kept my mouth shut walking to the opposite side of her 4X4 as she unlocked the driver's door and got in. She looked at me for a moment through the passenger side window, thinking that the best option would to just walk away. But she reminded herself I had come to her for help, and she was curious to know what about. So she reached over and unlocked the door, immediately regretting it when her eyes fell upon the bulge in my pants.
She tore her eyes away and sat looking straight ahead for several moments. Kim was struggling with her inner desires, fighting the urge to grab my crotch and go to town. This was a pleasant surprise for me. I wasn't doing anything to cause this besides sitting there with a woody.
"I.. I think you better find someone else," she said with a shaky voice.
"But I want you," I said.
She obviously understood the double meaning, and almost lost her grip on reality. Her conscience and morals were fighting her chaotic lust, and so far were preventing her from doing anything.
"Please, get out. I can't.... I just can't. Okay?" she said looking at me with a pleading look.
I made eye contact and formed an empathic connection to steady her self control.
I said, "You know, you wouldn't be taking advantage of me or anything. And because I'm not going to take advantage of you, I'll get out if really want me to. But Kim, I like you. I think you're very smart, and you have a really nice ass. I swear, there's no danger of getting caught with me. And you're not going to get a better chance to give in to your desire to see if it really is all that you've made it to be."
"How do you know... so much about me?" she said relaxing a little.
"Because I can read people. The way you looked at Corben at the hospital, and a few other things you really don't want to know. Please, trust me? I'm not here to make you're life harder. I think I can even help you, and maybe you'll be able to help me too."
"You don't sound like a sixteen year old.." she said, finding the battle within her winding down.
"So, do you want me to get out?" I said reaching for the door handle.
"Just give me a minute to think this out," she said.
A few moment's later, she asked, "Who are you, anyway? And how did you find me at the bar?"
"I'm Tim Brandton, and you gave my mom your name and badge number, and from there I tracked you down. Look, it's after midnight, and I have school tomorrow. Call me tomorrow if your answer is yes," I said, reaching for her pocket size notepad she had laying on the dashboard.
I wrote my number down, then drew a smiley face with a stick figure body and a lump at it's crotch. As I put the pad back down, I slid over next to her and very softly said, "Open your mouth, close your eyes, then you'll get a nice surprise."
Her eyes opened wide for a moment, then her mouth opened to decline. But my expression held no trace of deception, just a bright-eyed sincerity, so she closed her eyes and opened her mouth wider.
I removed the paper wrapper from the pink bubble gum that came in the baseball cards I had bought earlier that day. I slipped a good size portion into her mouth, then tore off a piece for myself, smiling at her as she opened her eyes and started to chew.
As I stepped out of the 4x4, she said, "Tim? Are you certain? Certain no one would.. find out?"
I stuck my head back in the open door and smiled before saying, "Well, if it makes you feel any better about it..."
She gasped as I altered her perception of my age, making my face appear to be in the mid twenties in her eyes.
In a deeper voice I continued "I can always say I'm your old boyfriend from high school," then shut the door and headed for the lot next door where my red Formula was parked.
I was putting the key into the lock when Kim pulled up beside me with her window down. Her eyes met mine, and I nearly leapt with joy when she said "Yes," then watched her tail lights as she pulled away at high speed.
"GRRRRR" I said to myself. And if you need the translation, you spend too much time reading this smut.