Bonus Time! Fugitives

You drive for a hundred and fifty miles before you stop to get breakfast as the sun is just rising. Loretta has taken the **** of her father and her running away pretty well. She sniffles occasionally, but otherwise seems all right. Once you've parked, she turns to you, putting her arms around your shoulders. She leans into you and kisses you tenderly on the lips. She pulls back from the kiss, looking you straight in the eye.

"I don't blame you for what happened. Daddy never was any good with that shotgun. Momma told him that thing would be the **** of him one of these days. I guess she was right." She smiles sardonically at the irony.

"Thank you, Loretta. I never meant for this to happen. I'm sorry that your father died." You caress her cheek.

She says, "Now, let's put it behind us and get something to eat. I'm starving!" She leans in again and gives you a hard urgent French kiss, her tongue tangling wildly with yours. When she breaks after a minute, you are both panting. Her eyes are lit from within.

"I need some coffee, since you kept me up so much last night," you say with a chuckle.

"Me?!" she says in mock outrage with a grin.

"Yes, you! Your hot sexy body kept me up, and I do mean 'up'."

"If we weren't in a busy parking lot during the breakfast rush, I'd keep you up some more." She shakes her chest at you and strokes the growing bulge in your pants.