“OK, your call,” I replied, “But I can’t get it up, sorry.”
“No problem,” she replied, “Because you’re going to the Pen anyway.”
“Sure,” I agreed, “I guess you’re right, all your friends around here, my word against theirs!”
“Bastard!” she snapped back, realising what I said was just the gods honest truth, “You really are a total bastard.”
“That’s what I like about you Claudia, you’re so sweet, so considerate,” I told her, “Say you might even get a lift out of here for Anal or a blow job of you play your cards right.”
“You owe me,” she snapped, “You had no right to bring me off the highway.”
“OK,” I agreed, “I’ll take you back, soon as I sober up,”
“Oh,” she says, “When?”
“When I sober up, when Dad gets back,” I promised.
