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Every time the SUV jolts, my 18-year-old stepson's burning hot hand slides a

little further down my thigh thigh.

I bite the corner of the blanket, terrified and afraid to make even the

slightest sound, because my 50-year-old husband is sitting less than half a

meter away from us, driving, humming along to the radio as if nothing in the

world is wrong.

To save a few dollars, Richard packed this SUV like it was a storage unit.

He left almost no room.

He filled the trunk, the seats, everything.

With cheap toilet paper and endless boxes.

Richard, with all this stuff, where am I supposed to sit?

There's no room anywhere else.

You'll just have to sit on Lucas' lap.

You want her to sit on my lap?

Are you kidding me?

Tall, rugged.

radiating an intense presence, a suffocating masculine energy that fills

every space he walks into.

Normally, he doesn't even bother looking at me.

In his eyes, I'm just someone pathetic, clinging to his father's retirement

money, someone with absolutely no value.

Three months ago,

I was forced into a fake marriage with Richard in exchange for a safe place to

stay.

But I'm not sure if this place is truly safe.

I always feel unsafe whenever I face him.

Sit still.

Don't move.

The heat from his hand burned through the fabric.

Every muscle in me tensed. I tried to keep my distance, but the tension was

draining my strength. The air felt dead.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I was seconds away from passing out.

Until...

The tire blew out.

My body lurched, losing balance, and everything locked in place

as a sharp, hard pressure pressed heavily against my leg.

Lucas's strong arm wrapped around my waist again now that the tire had been

changed.

More than ever, I found myself wishing those hands would travel farther.

Over this traitorous body of mine.

Richard, do we really need this many rolls?

Buying in bulk saves money. You always just endure everything, don't you? And

he always is Richard's grown son, exactly what I'm not allowed to answer.

What are you two talking about back there?

Lucas asked how much longer.

Since last night, there's been a question between us that neither of us

can say out loud.

Everything started with a night, Richard.

Richard touched me like he was signing a form. The right place, quick enough,

without ever needing to know if I was really there.

He needed a wife on paper.

I needed a legal address.

We both got what we wanted, except to be seen.

We leave at six tomorrow. Don't stay up late.

I could make my body fall quiet, but I couldn't make my mind stop

calling for help.

I just wanted to wash my face, change my clothes, and slip back into the role I

was supposed to play.

Before sunrise.

What are you doing with my things?

I found it by the laundry basket.

Then why bring it in here?

I don't know.

What scared me wasn't the garment.

It was the feeling he'd been hiding what he wanted from me. Dad doesn't know

you're awake.

That's none of your business.

Maybe it is.

My father's file bag, along with your passport.

You went through his things?

He went through your whole life first.

You married my father so you could stay. Keep your voice down.

So it's true.

You don't know anything about me.

I know you watch the door whenever Dad touches you, and I know you count every

day. You taking my things and finding those papers ends here. You'll leave

them as soon as you get your card, won't you?

Ava? Never mention this again.

You still haven't answered me.

I returned beside the man who could keep me in this country.

And for the first time, I understood he could also leave me with nowhere to go.

I know what Lucas is trying to do.

Every mile along the way makes him bolder.

Because he knows I didn't marry Richard for love.

He's never really given you any relief, has he?

And you think you want to do it instead of him?

Maybe.

Last night, Lucas learned I married his father for a stamp.

Now he knew exactly which weakness he could use against me.

And somehow that knowledge left me even more exposed.

In front of his father, Lucas walked in temp like a curtain.

What were you doing with my things last night? Because I couldn't stop thinking

about you.

Was I supposed to feel flattered by that?

I only knew he had crossed into my thoughts.

And somehow I had let him stay there. I didn't move his hand away.

I placed it where I wanted it.

For once, the choice was mine.

You can stay there. Tell me if you want me to stop. I will. I knew the

difference between being trapped and choosing not to leave.

That difference was small, dangerous, and entirely mine.

Dad, next time, don't make me sit next to her. It's only a few more hours. Deal

with it.

Luca's mask was so perfect that even I began to doubt what had just happened.

I don't hate you.

Then what do you hate?

That dad thinks you belong to him.

We're staying at another cheap motel until tomorrow morning. My husband wants

to go meet some friend of his.

With him.

I'm taking a shower. Gather all the dirty clothes for the laundromat. Get

Lucas from his room, too.

Yes, go get some rest.

Reassumes I'm just a quiet, obedient wife.

He has no idea this command opens up an interesting way out.

I could keep playing the scared victim, but this body makes my throat dry.

Desperate for what you're seeing, aren't you?

One word to my dad and you're deported before you can touch a thing.

Why not use him instead?

Secure my green card, escape a boring old husband, and indulge in this wild

desire. Tear up that paper and obey me, and I'll satisfy your every desire.

The heat from his hand burned through the fabric.

Every muscle in me tensed. I tried to keep my distance, but the tension was

draining my strength.

Ava, you done yet?

Yeah, I'm done.

My body is getting hotter.

The second Lucas's hand touches, his hand starts to move, slowly, no

hesitation, sliding along the inside of my thigh.

Everywhere his fingers touch, I feel like I'm on fire. I bite my lips so hard

it hurts, trying to hold back the sound stuck in my throat.

His fingers climb higher, slowly tracing lines along my thigh.

When he brushes over the front of my panties, I can't stop the soft sound,

desperate and escaping.

My hips push toward his hand before I can stop them. His fingers press through

the wet fabric, finding the exact spot that makes my vision blur.

I should push him away, but my body won't listen. You're already this wet?

Dad's driving right up front, and you're back here, making my hand this soaked.

God, Ava. I look over his shoulder at Richard's back, completely unaware, and

something inside me finally gives in.

You're such a fucking slut. Say it. Who's making you shake like this?

Bet he can't even get you wet.

Just this once.

He'll never know.

The last bit of resistance inside me collapses, and something in me finally

gives in.

I lean back.

Letting all my weight sink into Lucas's hot palm, his breathing turns sharp and

fast. His eyes go dark. My mind.

Richard just told me that I could step outside for some fresh air. I exhale.

With Richard right there watching, Lucas wouldn't dare go too far. I feel his

hand pulling away from between my thighs.

The sudden emptiness makes me shiver.

I should feel safe now, but my legs are shaking even harder.

I stumble out of the car on shaky legs, then I almost ran straight into the gas

station restroom.

The lock clicked softly behind me, and I collapsed against the door, gasping.

I looked down.

My thin cotton panties were soaked.

My hand trembled as I slipped it under my shorts, sliding along the inside of

my thigh towards the hottest place, already smoked.

The moment I close my eyes, I hear his voice from 30 seconds ago again.

You're such a fucking slut. Say it. Who's making you shake like this?

Bet he can't even get you wet. That low, rough threat right against my ear. I

don't even realize I've spoken out loud. It comes out sweet, breathless, and

weak.

I stop fighting it. I let myself go.

The fingers between my thighs aren't mine.

They're his.

And what's holding me down isn't my own hand.

It's him, young, thick.

So hard it hurt, pushing inside me. I bit a deep mark with my own teeth into

the back of my hand. My thighs still won't stop shaking.

My fingers are slippery, covered in my own wetness.

I close my eyes.

All I can see is the size of him in my head, tightening under the thin gray

cotton. I imagine the heat of him.

I imagine those hands.

You'll never know.

The last bit of resistance inside me collapses, and something in me finally

gives in.

Those same hands that had just slid down my thighs, holding me down, spreading me

open. Now I'm shamelessly masturbating. Searching for that thick, full feeling

in my mind is just a mess of noise. That strong, masculine scent of him. Those

hands that just ran along my thighs.

Richard's eyes, completely unaware, full of worry, watching me through the

rearview mirror.

Everything feels like fuel.

It hits so fast.

My heart is pounding against my ribs.

I can't breathe. I'm so close. I don't know what to do in this situation.

I'm fingering myself in this filthy, abandoned restroom.

The toilet bowl all yellowed and disgusting with age.

I'd already gone way too far to care anymore. Right now, all I can think

about is how badly I wish it was Lucas's thick, hot, throbbing cock instead of my

fingers. My husband's own son.

My fingers were slick and shiny, coated in the evidence of my own arousal, eyes

shut. All I could picture was how big he was.

Two weeks earlier, pressing hard against thin gray fabric, pushing against that

thin layer of gray cotton, I pictured the warmth of him, pictured those hands,

the same hands that had just trailed up my thigh, gripping me tight and

spreading me open.

Now I was grinding against my own fingers.

Shame no longer mattered.

My mind was pure static, chasing that feeling of being filled.

Lucas's breath brushed right against my ear.

His sharp, strong, unmistakably male scent wrapping around me. Richard had no

clue. His anxious eyes fixed on me through the rearview mirror.

It crashed over me so suddenly.

My heart was hammering, like it wanted to burst straight out of my chest.

I was so close. Sun bleached the pavement white.

Everything was silent, not even a breath of wind. Only the faint, distant scrape

of Richard's footsteps on the gravel. Inside the stall, the air was thick and

sour. My shirt stuck to my back with sweat, and then it hit me.

Everything I'd been holding back tore through me all at once.

I clawed at the filthy yellow door, curling my toes against the concrete,

and my whole body locked tight from head to toe.

I couldn't hold it back for a short cry, sweet and broken, torn out between my

teeth. The gas station was dead silent, just the heat and the concrete and the

sound that had just come out of my mouth.

That sound was filthy.

I slapped my hand over my mouth and felt my own wetness clinging to my lips.

I leaned back against the wall.

The aftershock still wouldn't stop.

My heart was pounding, like it could tear straight through my chest.

I just came in a public restroom.

With Richard only about 30 feet away, while I was imagining his son, the guilt

and the pleasure hit me all at once. I felt like I was burning from the inside

out. My legs were barely working.

Liquid was running down inside of my thigh.

Somehow, I made it to the sink and turned the cold water on.

All the way.

You're such a slut.

And you liked it. The woman in the mirror was flushed.

her eyes unable to focus.

She looked like a cheap slut dragged in off the highway.

I should have been disgusted with myself.

But somewhere underneath the shame was something that felt dangerously close to

excitement, and I couldn't tell the difference between the two anymore.

My body had won.

I didn't have enough willpower left to care anymore, honestly.

I thought about going back to that car, about what he might do to me next. I

wanted that feeling again.

I splashed cold water on my face, trying to drown the shame.

But the woman in the mirror stared right back at me and said, When I stepped back

outside, Richard was crouched beside the tire, checking the pressure.

He looked up, concern written all over his face.

Lucas was leaning against the other side of the car, an unlit cigarette hanging

from his lips.

He glanced at me then at the restroom door behind me.

Then he went quiet again.

My face caught fire.

I couldn't meet his eyes.

I had come with his name in my mouth.

My knees buckled.

I checked myself in the mirror three times before walking out.

It didn't matter, Ava. What took you so long? I thought I heard you calling out

in there. Are you okay?

Sweetheart? I bit the inside of my cheek and kept my head down.

My face burned hotter.

I still couldn't look at him. Between Lucas's mockery and the aftermath of

what I'd just done, I genuinely did look like a woman about to faint.

Richard believed every word. He even offered to run into the Mennonite for

motion sickness pills.

He'd seen some on the shelf.

What a coincidence.

Same here.

I told him no.

That's when Lucas stepped in, voice low, amused. I looked up.

He was staring at me straight on, hips squared forward, practically putting

himself on display. The front of his jeans had a damp patch, darker than the

rest.

It could have passed for sweat.

It wasn't sweat.

That wasn't sweat. That was him from earlier.

When I'd been grinding on him through my skirt, I'd made him leak through his

jeans.

My pupils blew wide open.

He'd done the same thing I'd done.

Just on the other side of that wall, that single thought set me on fire all

over again.

Richard had no idea what we were really talking about.

He just assumed his wife and his son were both a little carsick.

Sweet. Must be the rough road. Normal.

Nothing to worry about.

Get in. It's only getting bumpier from here. Richard, how about I drive the

rest of the way? You can rest for a bit.

Sweetheart, you're the one who needs to rest. It's all gravel from here. I'm not

letting my sick wife drive that. If it gets too rough, just have Lucas hold on

to you.

So I got back in. This time Lucas didn't wait for Richard to say anything.

He pulled me straight into his lap, bold as brass.

Bad road. Hold tight.

That's my boy. Looking out for your mom.

Richard started the engine and hit the gas.

The car larped, and I was thrown straight down. That sudden wave of heat

hit me so hard.

I slapped both hands over my mouth.

It must have looked like I was about to throw up.

Honey, are you feeling better?

You need the pills.

He slammed the brakes.

The whiplash threw me forward, then flung me right back into Lucas, smashing

our bodies together.

Lucas let out a low, choked grunt.

Our breathing tangled in the sealed-up cabin of the car. I could feel the heat

of his breath against my neck.

His thumb brushed my bottom lip right over the bite mark.

That's it. Keep it up.

I should have pulled away.

My body wouldn't move.

I watched, dazed.

His hand stayed close to my lips, and then he moved a little closer.

Every nerve in me seemed to notice. His fingers didn't feel clean.

Salty, bitter.

I was fairly sure this was the hand he'd used in that bathroom, and somehow...

I still didn't pull away.

His breath went ragged. He was melting my resolve.

I could feel the heat returning, building inside me again. My body was

reacting before I could stop it.

Without my permission.

He tilted my face up.

His breath was scorching.

His thumb dragged across the corner of my mouth.

Hot and rough, we were pressed in close of againstly tight.

And that heat I'd barely worked off was flooding right back in.

My dress was already damp.

I looked into his eyes. Every inch of me was begging.

He leaned in closer.

His eyes dropped from mine to my mouth.

My lips parted before I could stop them.

Our breath mingled.

His mouth just barely grazed the corner of mine.

I closed my eyes.

I leaned in.

It's hot out there.

Got the pills.

Lucas jerked his hand back and pulled away so fast. My head spun. I sat there

frozen. Everything I'd been burning with a second ago just evaporated. All I

could hear was my own heartbeat hammering against my ribs.

Ice water through my veins.

Instantly, both went white. We both snapped back.

Richard saw all of it. The panic. The sweat. The breathing.

And he bought it as motion sickness.

He gave the pillbox a cheerful little shake.

A little too pleased with himself.

The engine roared to life, drowning out both our ragged breathing.

I sat stiff as a board.

Lucas's hand had pulled back from the edge of the blanket, but the skin on my

inner thigh where he'd been gripping was still red, still burning. Olivia. Take

the pill and try to nap.

Lucas, don't let your mom bounce around back there.

Lucas didn't say anything.

He just dropped his arm back over my waist.

I thought that would be the end of it.

I thought he was done.

He wasn't.

Then Richard's eyes fixed on the gravel road ahead, and I felt that hot palm

start to move again.

He didn't go straight for me this time.

He slid his hand up along the seam of my skirt, inch by inch, his fingertips

deliberately grazing the stretch of skin, still humming from before. Every

touch made me spark.

My body gave right out.

My brain was screaming to push him off.

Instead, I leaned back, pressed my spine against his chest and felt him shove

her.

I could feel how tense he was behind me.

The pressure at my back made it impossible to relax.

He breathed into my ear, voice ruined.

Bill's kicking in yet?

I clenched a fistful of my skirt.

His hand had already found the soaked edge of my underwear.

Lucas hooked one finger under the thin band and tugged. It was a plain white

cotton pair.

The cut was practically demure.

Full coverage, high-waisted.

With a dinky little pink bow stitched onto the front. The kind of underwear

you'd expect on a teenage girl who hadn't been touched.

Yet, Richard had told me he liked me in that kind of thing. Nearly jumped out of

my skin. But his other hand clamped down on my knee and pinned me in place.

His finger flicked at the little bow on purpose.

Cute cotton panties for a road trip with your husband.

What was the plan here? Dress up like some untouched little girl so you could

flirt with me in the back seat?

Tears blurred my vision.

I wanted to tell him it wasn't like that.

But before I could get a word out...

Richard called back from the driver's seat, telling us that the road was

getting bumpy and to hold on tight the car.

Jerk and Lucas used the momentum. He dragged that cotton fabric down in one

clean pull until it was bunched at the top of my thighs.

I could feel cold air rushing up under my skirt, right across skin that had

been simmering for an hour.

I stared at the back of Richard's head and my whole body went weak with shame,

but it also felt so much clearer than before, so much more direct. Lucas

worked fast.

Better, right? He peeled the ruined little cotton thing all the way off and

tossed it into the pile of junk. His fingers moved back in. No cotton in the

way this time. Skin on skin, that first press made me convulse, the illusion of

being entered, hitting my brain before any real sense caught up.

I stopped fighting.

I leaned into the moment instead of pulling away, instead of running from

it.

I wanted him closer, right there.

Richard was still humming soft key tune up front, completely unaware of how

exposed his wife felt, under her skirt, sitting in his son's lap.

Lucas reached over with his free hand and slowly rolled the back window down.

Wind rushed in, thick with salt air and the noise of the engine.

I knew exactly why he'd done that.

Wind noise, engine noise, enough cover to drown out whatever I was about to

make.

He was smart, smart enough that it scared me.

Smart enough that it turned me on. Crack it back up, you'll catch a chill.

It's too hot.

Lucas's fingers worked one faster, steadier, relentless.

I could feel it building again.

That coiling pressure low in my stomach.

To keep from screaming, I grabbed the spare blanket off the seat and shoved it

into my mouth, biting down hard, and then his fingers just stopped. His palm

braced against the small of my back. His hips pushed up hard. Capes slammed up

against me from behind. With enough force to shove my whole body forward, I

hit Richard's seat back, off balance.

Yeah, I told you the road was rough.

You two cuddle up.

I heard the metallic slide of Lucas's zipper.

Every inch of me pulled tight.

My whole body knew it was coming.

My whole body knew it was coming.

I did too. I was going to let him.

I was coming for him.

At the peak of that down, the same thick burning thing that had been torturing me

through layers of clothing was suddenly inside me.

No buildup.

No mercy.

I bit down on the blanket so hard my eyes rolled back.

Being filled that fast, that completely, made me dizzy.

He was too big.

It felt like he was splitting me in half. No fingers, no fantasy.

Nothing I'd done on my own had ever come close to this.

That full stretch pulsed all the way up into my brain.

Lucas let out one long, satisfied groan and buried his face in the curb of my

neck. Every muscle in his body was locked up tight as stone.

how calm he was capable of being. His arm stayed draped around my waist. Under

the blanket, his lower body didn't move. He stayed buried inside me, stretching

me open, and I could feel every twitch of him against me. Three years of

thirst, and he was already soaking me through. I closed my eyes and let him

laugh softly into my ear. The car picked up speed, the gravel road got rougher,

and the suspension started working overtime.

Up, down, up, down, every time a tire dropped.

Lucas drove up into me. He didn't even have to move.

The road was doing the work.

He just sat there letting the car fuck me onto him.

The splitting pain bled into a hot, drowning kind of pleasure.

Feels good holding your mom in this, doesn't it?

Damn right your mom's a good woman.

Vio, that line hit me like a sledgehammer. And somehow my body just

got wetter.

Lucas started meeting the bumps on purpose.

Pulling out and slamming back in sync with them.

Every thrust made a wet, sticky sound.

I was terrified of the wind from the open window swallowed all of it.

My toes curled inside my sandals. My back bowed into a tight... I could feel

it cresting again. I was going to come.

Searching and every stroke hit that one place that turned my brain off. The heat

was spreading out from my core into my entire body.

My body bucked like a little boat in a storm.

Shaking, jerking out of control, I could feel myself dripping down the seam of

us, soaking right into the front of his jeans.

That absolute, un-unbearable fullness wrecked me.

I forgot he was Richard's son.

All I knew was I wanted more.

Deeper. All of it. Richard.

Up front was bragging about the horsepower he had no.

Idea, the backseat was fucking faster than the engine. The car hit a series of

potholes one after another.

My head snapped back. My whole body shook apart.

Coming hit me like a wave that had been brooding for days.

It tore right through me.

I came apart around him.

Searching, and every stroke hit that one place.

That turned my brain off. The heat was spreading out from my core into my

entire body.

My body bucked like a little boat in a storm.

Shaking, jerking out of control. I could feel myself dripping down the seam of

us.

Soaking right into the front of his jeans.

That absolute, un-unbearable fullness wrecked me.

I forgot he was Richard's son.

All I knew was I wanted more.

Deeper. All of it.

Richard. Up front was bragging about the horsepower. He had no idea the backseat

was fucking faster than the engine. The car hit a series of potholes one after

another. My head snapped back. My whole body shook apart.

Coming hit me like a wave that had been brooding for days.

It tore right through me.

I came apart around him.

The aftersharks were still rolling through me.

and Lucas didn't stop.

He was close to the edge himself, and that forbidden high had him chasing it

hard. His breathing had turned animal, thick, rabid, wrecked. His hands weren't

content at my waist anymore.

They shoved up under my dress and gripped my breasts hard.

He got reckless.

He stopped caring whether Richard could see.

His thrusts went from a few a minute to rapid fire, once a second, twice, three

times.

The car sped up, the bumps.

I was bouncing in Lucas's lap, that thick heat driving up into me over and

over, so fast my whole body was nothing but friction.

I could feel myself burning from the inside out, like I was going to combust.

I wasn't anybody's good, dutiful wife anymore.

I was a shameless fucking whore.

I grabbed the back of Richard's seat, arched my back, and started pushing down

to meet every thrust.

I wanted all of him.

I wanted him to fill me up completely.

I was done hiding it the second Richard took a turn. I swung a leg over Lucas's

lap and straddled him.

Hitting him, the blanket kept the actual view covered. My upper body was moving,

rising and falling.

Like I was riding a horse at a camp.

Ava, why are you sitting up like that? Feeling better?

His hands gripped the tops of my thighs and held me down hard on him.

I bounced with the car, felt him deeper than I had all day, hitting places I

didn't know existed.

This was 1,000 times better than anything I've ever done to myself.

This was real hot.

Alive, strong.

Every time I dropped down, I could feel wetness splatter between us.

My mouth hung open. The pleasure was too much. The only sounds I could get out

were small, whippering gasps.

Fucking my stepson right in front of my husband lit up every nerve in my body.

I was living in a pitch I didn't know existed.

I could feel it climbing again.

Lucas was right at the edge, too.

My mouth was open, but no sound would come out.

I was so tense, my whole body clamped down around him.

Alright, why is the car shaking like that?

Yeah, Dad, we're good.

Just a rough stretch of road.

I could feel his thighs and his stomach lock up rock solid against me. The veins

in his forearms jumped straight to the surface, and his hands dug into my hip

bones hard enough to leave marks.

A couple of drops of sweat rolled off his chin.

And hit my collarbone sliding down between my breasts. Passenger, my body

nearly came off the seat.

I dug my nails into the leather of Richard's headrest.

So hard I almost ripped it rough.

I'm not feeling it that bad up here.

Try sitting back here with a sick passenger all over you.

God, this road is a nightmare.

Ava, honey, you getting thrown around too much back there?

Don't worry, Dad. The seat's got her locked in tight, not a gap to spare.

I'm holding her all the way down. The car was still crashing through potholes.

Lucas was using every bump as an excuse, every jolt as an extra slam up into me.

My sundress was ruined, stuck to red, flush skin.

Each thrust was making that filthy, wet, rhythmic sound.

Good man, keep her steady. Don't let her slip.

Richard's words heated up the atmosphere even more. Lucas caught my ear loop

between his teeth and thrust up into me one more brutal time.

Skin against skin.

We're here!

We made it! Ava, come see this view!

Don't keep him waiting. My eyes were closed.

Richard wants you out there. My head was resting on his chest.

We'd soaked through both our outfits.

Lucas bit down on my earlobe one last time, gave one last little controlled

thrust up. Then he pulled out clean and fast.

The second he was gone, all that incredible fullness just vanished thick.

Sticky heat slid straight down the insides of my thighs and soaked into the

leather seat underneath me.

The emptiness made me shiver.

He zipped himself up like nothing had happened.

Opened the door, stepped out, and on the way, used his foot to shove my underwear

under the seat. I got out on legs that barely held me.

I looked at Richard's soft, kind face.

Then I looked at Lucas standing a little way my skirt, staring at the hem inside

me hadn't gone away. I got out on legs that barely held me. I looked at

Richard's soft, kind face.

Then I looked at Lucas standing a little way off, staring at the hem of my skirt,

and the ache inside me hadn't gone away.

I knew this was only the beginning. Richard pointed at the floor behind the

back seat and his face did something strange.

I whipped around. My breath stopped cold. The underwear Lucas had tossed

away like trash.

The underwear Lucas had tossed away like trash was right there, crumpled into a

damp little pump by the floor mat. The fabric was still shiny with wetness. It

hadn't dried that pathetic.

Little pink bow on the front.

Looked like a wilted flower.

Ava, what's this?

Richard, I...

I can explain.

You are so careless.

The road was so bumpy. The suitcase zipper must have busted open.

And they fell out. No big deal.

Put these away, honey.

Lucas is a grown man now. He didn't even let me finish.

Dad couldn't agree more.

That last stretch of road really pounded things deep. Even busted the zipper

open. Next time, better seal that opening up tight. Don't want anything

else spilling out.

Richard laughed totally oblivious to the double meaning and turned to start

hauling bags out of the trunk.

I stared at the back of my husband's head.

I knew.