Translation-. Exactly how will you make it worth my while?

Not like that, m'dear. For all I know, you've got Madison on you.

"Don't care. Just drive. Not through town. And please don't speed."

OMG. How long has it been since I've filled my lungs, held it in, **

dropped way down low behind a hedge of "who gives a fuck"?

415.

A Half Hour Later Mick and I are somewhere out Foxen Canyon, totally wasted. When we drove by Ty's place, I half considered taunting Mick with a confession.

Mick pulls over in a deserted spot.

He probably has to pee. But no, he reaches across the seat.

Come over here. Make it worth my while.

"I don't think so, Mick. You're back with Madison now. Wouldn't want to mess that up for you."

You so deserve each other.

He slides over, gagging me with the smell of his sweat. No shower today?

She doesn't have to know.

Better not know. Come on.

Okay. Calling Mick was maybe not the best idea. I dig for a twenty.

"This should cover what I smoked.

Please take me home now."

Don't want your money.

His zipper opens, and what escapes is eager.

Then he pushes my head down.

Haven't you missed me?

416.

I Could Just Do It Get it over with. Pretend it never happened. But I don't think so.

It has to be my idea or not at all.

"No, Mick. Goddammit, I said no!"

But he's all over me and I may not have a choice. He outweighs me by a hundred pounds and he's got **

me pinned against the door. His fingers, clumsy, work at my own zipper. I try to push him off.

What's wrong? You know you want to.

"No, I really don't." But I can't stop his mouth from covering mine, leaving a wet trail of slobber all over my face.

One hand tugs my shirt over my head, the other is inside my bra, twisting, pinching. I could just get it over with.

See? Your nipples don't lie. You like it.

He's too worked up to manage tight jeans, so he leans up over me, demanding I do him with my mouth. I could bite.

417.

But he'd probably kick my ass and finish his business anyway.

I've never seen this side of Mick.

Or maybe I have and ignored it.

I can barely breathe, and the teeth of his zipper are biting into my chin.

Atta girl. You can't say no to...

Daddy. Daddy? Kaeleigh would just give in. The thought of her wide-eyed surrender gives me a sudden idea.

But I have to play things right.

First I go limp, pretend to acquiesce.

I even give him a taste of what he wants.

"Stop for a minute. You're hurting me."

He hesitates, looks down into my eyes, which have teared up quite nicely. He draws back ever so slightly.

I dig down, beyond fear, find Raeanne again. "If we're going to do this, you don't get to have all the fun. And can **

we pretty please take another hit first?"

418.

The Greed Factor, Again That, and asking instead of demanding.

I could be a politician one day. Ugh!

Why did I have to go and think that?

Mick slides to one side of me.

Okay.

I reach down, grab his tray, complete with maybe a half ounce of great bud.

Pricey bud. I'm betting on greed.

"Hang on. I need some light." I open the door wide, send the tray sailing like a pot-covered Frisbee.

What the fuck did you do that for?

Mick jumps across me, out the open door. I slam it behind him, hit the lock button, move under the steering wheel.

I'm not about to walk all the way home.

Mick can do that. He's on his hands and knees scouring the dirt for bud, **

roaches, rolling papers. I can't help but notice the crack of his exposed ass.

He was in too big of a hurry to zip his pants.

419.

I think before I do it. I've never actually driven before. But how hard could it be?

Think again. I might just kill someone.

Hopefully Mick, not me. I laugh, start the engine. Mick looks up, and I know I can't let him back in the truck.

What the hell are you doing, bitch?

I have no clue what I'm doing. Fuck it.

I've seen this done a thousand times before.