American Pressure
“Wow, Jonathan, you really know how to let a girl down easy,” said Denise. Jonathan and Denise were stationed at a spot known to the local teenagers as a place where lives and reputations were either ruined or enhanced.
“Really, why would you even take me here if you weren’t interested in me? And I thought girls were supposed to be a tease,” she continued. Jonathan’s eyes betrayed him as they cowered away from her angry glare and began to stare at the full moon through his windshield. He noticed that it was incredibly dirty and his entire car needed cleaning.
“Do you know how many guys would kill to come here with me, huh? I am a wanted person, and I fulfill the things that guys need. My friends told me not to come here with a loser like you, but I decided to give you a chance. Whatever, I’m about to leave.” Her last words trailed and left a tone that said, “Make your next move very carefully.”
Jonathan silently turned to Denise, leaned over her scantily clad body, and opened the passenger door.