You’re not going to drive me home?” I asked. A waste of breath, since I knew her answer.

“There’s fog.”

“Patchy fog.”

Vee grinned. “Oh, boy. He is so on your mind. Not that I blame you. Personally, I’m hoping I dream about him tonight.

“Try it on.""It's probably a little snug," I said, suddenly feeling conspicuous.…”

“I'm not good," he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but refle…”

“I know you followed me. Don't look so surprised. It's called a rearview mirror.”

“You want to possess my body, don't you?" "Girl, there's a lot of things I want …”