John parked out by end of a row, well away from any traffic. I remember the rain coming down on the windows so you couldn’t see outside. I turned in...my seat to face John, and he twisted in his to face me as well. That was when I noticed a sticker attached to the dash right beside his steering column. It was subtle because it was a blue background against his blue dash, but the yellow letters were plain enough. ASS, GAS or GRASS, No ONE RIDES FREE! I had an internal chuckle, but I thought that I. D.’s were still holding up.Callie, after the excitement of being off the ship and experiencing Montreal, fell asleep leaning against me. My churning brain didn’t allow me to sleep. The nightmare haunted me as we traveled towards New York.By nine-thirty we were settled in a nondescript hotel in the Bronx. We made love again, slow and sensual, unadventurous, tender. With soft caresses and loving kisses our arousal built. Now familiar with each other, I rolled on top of her and Callie reached down. More

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