Bad behavior

This could have been a story about the Bryan and I running off together, settling down in some little beach town and starting a family together. This is not that story. I know, I'm spoiling the fun up front, but I just wanted to prepare you for the inevitable.

That was his intention when we left the motel that day, in a different car than we had arrived in. The lust in the car was so thick you could almost cut it with a knife, and we had barely gone a half mile before I had my hands down each of our pants.

I asked him to tell me about the bank robbery, and as he recounted the details, I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. I could imagine him waiving a gun around and barking orders. People listened when he spoke, except some young bank teller who got pistol whipped after triggering the alarm.

"I wish I had been there," I said. "I bet it was hot seeing you take charge."

He just smiled at me.

"Seeing you telling them what to do...I probably couldn't have kept my pants on," I said. "I want to see you rob something else."

Before I even realize it, we were pulled into the parking lot of a liquor store and Bryan had his gun in hand.

"Are you sure?" he asked.