I wanted to know what was going through her head. She’d just gotten me off; she must have been at least a little bit turned on. I walked my fingers across the bench seat and tugged at the hem of her dress. “Give me a couple minutes with her?” “Did you just refer to my vagina as her? “Them?” “Goodnight, Frankie.” Taking her bag, she pushed out of the passenger side door. “What are you doing?” I shouted. “I’m taking your advice,” she walked backward toward the door. “Not sleeping with a guy on the first date.”
