“How is our transaction not over?” I asked sss Don. My voice reeked of cockiness, but it wasn’t intentional. Honestly, I didn’t mind hearing from the stud since he sent my s****l hunger for his delicious looking bod into an unstoppable spin and powerful overdrive. Guys did that to me, but not quite like he did.
He cleared his throat. Was he nervous? Maybe. Did he always do that? I didn’t know. Then he replied, “I really don’t know how I ended up with your insurance card, but did. I must have accidentally kept it and failed to give it back to you yesterday when we exchanged information.”
Before I responded, I leaned a bit forward, pulled out my G&B wallet from a back pocket, opened it, and thumbed through all of its contents: two credit cards, Florida license, gas card, registration infor
