“So how old are you kids anyway? You can’t possibly be older ‘n’ seventeen!”
“Uh, almost 17, ma’am,” Damien said politely. I almost cracked up laughing.
“Oh, call me Molly, Sugar, I won’t bite!”
“No, of course you wouldn’t ma-Molly. So how far are you takin’ us?”
“I figure as far as L.A., then I’ll hook you up with a bus. You ain’t runnin’ from the law, now, are yeh?”
We shook our heads.
“Good. I’ve already dealt with one once, an’ I ain’t doin’ it again!” She laughed. If it wasn’t for the fact that it was so high pitched, it might’ve been angelic almost. But eh, at least her boobs were still nice. ( .)(. ) Not that the rest of her body wasn’t, but she looked a bit older than Damien and I. (I don’t think he cares very much, though.)
“So, Hun, you each got a name?”
“I’m Damien and this is James.”
“Ooh, nice names for nice boys.” OK, ew. Now she’s trying to flirt with us. Eh, well as long as Damien’s happy.
I sighed and rested my head against the window, and eventually took a nap. I wish Id never woken up….