Oh, yeah!

I nodded. Shanna just shook her head, chuckling. "You know," she said, "you really are cute with your mouth hanging open that way."

Catching myself, I immediately closed my gaping pie-hole, which earned me a genuine laugh from Shanna. It was a beautiful sound; with her lower alto voice, Shanna's laughter was rich and full, yet somehow bright and feminine at the same time.

We both got into the Corvette. I could tell by the car's scent that the upholstery was real leather, and that it must have been installed recently. Had Shanna had it restored? How long had she had the car?

There was another scent, too. It was like the perfume I'd smelled on Shanna earlier, only there was something more to it. Two completely unrelated images flashed through my mind: a golden retriever I'd had as a kid, and my now ex-girlfriend, her legs spread wide, the scent of her arousal wafting out to me....

The last thought set off a slew of unpleasant, recent memories. As if she could read my thoughts, or at least sense my emotional state, Shanna turned to me, a look of concern on that hauntingly beautiful face. "Is something wrong?"

I shook my head. "No, not really. Just out of curiosity, though, what is that perfume you use? The whole car smells like it."

Her eyes took on an odd look. "It's ... ah, musk, actually."

"Really? You must use it often."

Shanna gave me a funny kind of smile, and I couldn't help but feel like there was something hesitant, almost false about it. "Well, as a matter of fact, I do. Sometimes, especially at night, I just ... put it on without thinking about it."

"Huh. Well, it's a nice smell," I said. "Still, you might not want to use that musk stuff too often. How much does it cost?"

Shanna looked thoughtful for a moment, then she turned to face forward, breaking eye contact. "Too much," she replied, and I thought I could hear sadness in her voice.

So saying, Shanna turned the key in the ignition, backed out of my driveway, and the Corvette rumbled off into the night.