I let him drive for a few minutes as he asked repeatedly where I lived. Let him waste gas while I cool down, since he’s so hot to trot. We even passed my turn-off, going ten miles down the road before I had him swing around and head back in the right direction.
“Take a left at the light,” I said, and when he’d done that, I directed him to the back of the apartment complex near the small community park. Once he pulled up in a space and turned off the engine, I got out.
“I suppose I should say ‘thanks for the ride,’ but I’m not feeling very grateful.” I opened the door to the backseat and grabbed my purchases. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow.” I moved away.
He got out of the car and locked up. “Aren’t you going to invite me up?”
“Not on your life.” I walked into the lobby, Ry close at my
