Page 14 of Defined and Defiled
He snorts.
“I get it, though. You're this educated, beautiful woman. I'd find you intimidating too.”
“Aw, you think I'm,” I pause, chewing my last fry before continuing, “educated?”
He rolls his eyes, but he's still smiling.
“And annoying. Very annoying.”
“You better be nice to me or I’ll dog-ear all of your pages,” I smile. “You think I'm beautiful.”
“And a bad driver.” He teases.
“Hey, we didn't crash into anything today!” I don't remind him of the fact that I almost missed the turn in for the road into the forest.
“An improvement over yesterday.”
We match each other's smiles for a moment.
“If you're going to keep coming with me to school, there is something we should figure out.”
He sobers up, “The doodles?”
I nod. “The tab worked today, and the kids seemed to love the floating, but I don't want to take a risk of there being something else inside of you.”
He nods and floats over to my lap.
“Is this okay?” I ask before I reach out to open him out.
“Of course.”
He leans back on the steering wheel and flips open.
This time we make it to the C's before there's anything. The page containing capture ( Verb; take into one's possession or control by force) is covered in little 3-D boxes and stars.
“What do you think boxes and stars would do?” I ask.
Richard's reply is muffled against the steering wheel. “Could it be dynamite?”
“Well, we are not trying that one in my car. My insurance is fed up with me already.”
I should not have been surprised at the next doodle we came across; it was bound to happen at some point. I run my finger over the dark lines.
“What is it? What did you find?”
There are two vastly anatomically incorrect penis drawings, one squirting what I doubt is water on the word 'erect' (Adjective; rigidly upright or straight). Richard grows impatient as I try to figure out how to tell him that I think I'm looking at his dicks.
“Why don't you make them glow and find out?”
I prop Richard up on the passenger seat so nothing slaps me in the face when he glows the doodles.
“This one feels harder to activate than the others.”
Like the mature adult I am, I don't laugh, but I have to bite my lip to keep a giggle from escaping.
“Shirley, can you close me?” Richard's voice is tight.
As soon as I shut his pages, two dicks spring out of his cover, like the world's most perverted pop-up book.
