Page 82 of Nearly Roadkill

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Frankie:::nodding:: So…

Johnny:::moving my hand lower:: So one thing I noticed about both of us bein’ female…

Frankie:::gasping, smiling, putting my arms up around your neck::

::breathless:: What’s that, Johnny?

Johnny:We can go to the can together.

Frankie:::pulling back, raising a perfect eyebrow::

Johnny:::whispering:: Come on, just for a minute.

Frankie:::bursting out laughing:: The can?

Johnny:::laughing with you:: Sorry to be crude. You just… you…

Frankie:::rueful laugh:: I bring it out in ya, right? I always seem to do that with the good ones.

Johnny:Ladies Lounge is right over there, gorgeous. Join me?

Frankie:::holding you back:: Hey, handsome…

Johnny:Come on, doll, let’s do it before we gotta go.

Frankie:In there?

Johnny:Why not? It ain’t polite to do what I wanna do out here by the bar.

Frankie:::shrugging:: I saw some straight girls go in earlier, and…

Johnny:Yeah. They do get jumpy. Damn. ::moving my hands over your breasts:: Patio’s deserted, I guess.

Frankie:::whispering:: Patio’s fine.

Johnny:You like stone butches?

Frankie:::small smile:: I like butches. Stone or otherwise, I like ’em.

Johnny:Too many femmes… they’re afraid. Don’t want to touch us. Afraid we’ll slap ’em down.

Frankie:::nodding:: So then they don’t touch you.

Johnny:Yeah… ::nuzzling your neck:: ::sliding hand down your thigh::

Frankie:::bringing my hands up to your breasts, my eyes locked on your eyes, asking::

Johnny:Yeah. Yeah, do that.

///SORRY TO INTERRUPT, FOLKS.///

Frankie:What?

Johnny:What the fuck? What’s up, Eye?

///THERE’S A SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT COMING OVER THE NET IN 7 MINUTES.. WE’RE SUPPOSED TO ALERT EVERYONE. DON’T SIGN OFF UNTIL YOU’VE SEEN IT.///

Frankie:Thanks, Eye.

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