Page 81 of Nearly Roadkill

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Johnny:There’s a jukebox here. Maybe they got that song.

Frankie:::turning, spotting the juke against the wall:: Play it, Johnny. Go ahead.

Johnny:Dance?

Frankie:Sure… why not. ::tugging my skirt down:: ::moving close into you, pressing my breasts against you::

Johnny:::breathing in your scent above your head::

::pressing close to you, not speaking::

Frankie:::pressing my lips to your white shirt, softly, leaving just a trace of red::

Johnny:::feeling the softness of your dress:: You dance real good.

Frankie:::tears springing to eyes, averting my face quickly::

Johnny:Hey, sweetheart, what is it?

Frankie:::softly:: Damn. ::shaking my head:: Just keep holding me.

Johnny:No problem, doll. ::dancing out to the patio slowly::

Frankie:Maybe you’re all right, Johnny. Maybe you’re not like the rest of ’em.

Johnny:Oh, I probably am, sweetheart. But it looks like we got the same amount to lose.

Frankie:Tell me, Johnny… ::breaking away from you, gently::

Johnny:Yeah?

Frankie:You stone? ::holding my breath::

Johnny:::stiffening:: Why ya gotta go and ask a question like that?

Frankie:::softly:: Oh baby, c’mere. ::holding my arms out::

Johnny:What’s it to you? ::slowly moving back close to you::

Frankie:::softly:: Had to know, Johnny. It’s OK.

Johnny:::relaxing into you again:: Depends. I don’t plan it, but it usually works out that way.

Frankie:::running my fingers through your hair gently:: It’s OK, Johnny.

Johnny:I ain’t got no bones ’bout being a female. If that bugs you, you better buzz off now.

Frankie:::pressing myself hard against you, taking your face in my hands:: ::kissing you hard::

Johnny:::holding you tighter, kissing back:: ::Looking around:: Think we’re really alone here?

Frankie:I hope we are.

Johnny:::smiling:: Yeah, I know. But I want somethin’ real bad, Frankie. Want it now.

Frankie:::lazy smile:: What’s that, handsome?

Johnny:You, dollface. We ain’t got much time, so…

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