Annie Peter pressed his index finger to his lips in a gesture of silence, and then we squatted closer against the kitchen pillar. My parents were going up the stairs to the top floor together with Amber, while the younger woman kept talking to hide her embarrassment. But my parents were stiff as th
Laura I saw Jason approaching where I was there in front of the building where Amber Morton's apartment was right after Annie left with Nancy's child. “Are you okay, darling?” I asked, my face scrunched up in an expression of concern. I approached him, linking my arms with his. He was panting af
Laura “Oh my God, Jason and Laura. We are very sorry for all the embarrassment you are going through right now,” was Nancy's voice coming from the other end of the line. She looked apprehensive and worried. Jason and I were already in the car at this point. “I usually work out, and my wife always
Anne “Holly crap! Why is this car so painful to drive?” Peter complained while still behind the wheel of my car, driving down the road. "Because it's a car made just for a girl?” I replied with a mocking tone. “The problem isn’t the car, it’s you. You're too tall, honey,” I said, as I was fixing m
Annie The plan was to go to Denver by car, and for that, we had to settle for about 26 hours on the road. That trip had everything to be a great bore, but incredibly, there was nothing boring when Peter was around me. He and I simply had no reason to turn around and obey our parents for what they
Annie Peter and I were in the car as we got closer and closer to the patrol car in front of us. The police officer had the traffic lights up, indicating that we had to pull over. I swallowed hard when Peter did this, the gun in my pink purse felt heavy, as if it carried the full weight of my guilt.
Annie After Peter was searched like a criminal by the police officer, we were released. “Thank your girlfriend and her willingness to visit Pennsylvania, young man,” the officer was saying. “Otherwise, I would send you back to where you left!” The man had a menacing look to him as he spoke, and aft
Annie Peter and I spent some more time on the road until we both felt hungry, and the car ran out of fuel to continue, so we stopped at a pub to eat and replenish our energy. I was wrinkling my nose at the smell of onions on my burger while Peter was stealing my fries. “Ugh! I hate spiced onions,”