Tell her the Truth.

"He said his friend nailed you in the back seat of his car." I said flatly. "And that he nailed Helen in the front seat."

"In his DREAMS!" Charlotte nearly shouted. I saw her glance back at the kiosk, where Mike was watching us. He hadn't picked up his phone, and there was a suspicious expression on his face.

"You know what? Fuck that guy. " Charlotte sighed. "He doesn't even know my NAME. He doesn't know me. He doesn't..."

She suddenly broke off, her eyes flicking to the door once more. With a final roll of her eyes, she stepped to me and kissed me.

I was shocked, but quickly relaxed into the kiss as I felt her tongue slip into my mouth. I couldn't resist, and thinking of Helen's words, reached my free hand up to pull at her hair. She whimpered against my mouth as I did so, and she pressed her full body against me harder. I was tempted to drop the gas can and enjoy her more, but I could feel her starting to pull away gently after a moment.

I broke the kiss, and was stunned when she grabbed my hand, and started pulling me along towards the highway.

"Let him think about it." She laughed. Her steps became quick, but her hand on mine kept our pace even. "He's telling random guys that he fucked a woman he saw once. But you know what? He's never going to have me."

I cast my eyes to the sky and took a drop of rain directly into my eye, causing it to water slightly.

"Why do you guys do that?" Charlotte asked, and I noticed there was a slight flush on her features. "Why lie about it? It doesn't even GET him anything! I mean, seriously, you hear that, and what is your reaction?"

"Well, MY reaction... isn't like a lot of guys." I observed. "But then, I heard it from you first."

"So, if you hadn't heard it from me first?" She asked, her voice thoughtful. "You would have believed him? Would you have just walked up to me and said, Hey, I hear you put out! Let's Fuck!"

"Well, I noticed you don't like that." I replied. The rain was getting heavier now, and the gas can was getting slippery in my free hand.

"So you WOULD have believed him?" She asked, her voice becoming angry.

"I didn't say that." I replied quickly, "I know that guys lie about that shit all the time. I probably would have figured that he was telling about half the truth."

"So you DO think I would have fucked that guy?" Charlotte looked at me with a unbelieving expression.

"I... well, not NOW, hell no." I was nervous now. Was there anything I could say that wouldn't make her mad at this point? "But, if it had been about two random girls... well, I might have."

Charlotte inhaled deeply, and for a long while we walked in silence. She hadn't let go of my hand, but the moisture that rained down made the contact less pleasant than it should have been. We finally found the uneven paved road that led to the bus.

"I... no. Not now. You're right. I wouldn't fuck him now." Charlotte said quietly. Her grip on mine tightened considerably.

We continued walking, the rain coming heavier and heavier. I could feel my shoes sloshing with the moisture. If the Van didn't immediately start when we got back to it, I'd have to do a lot of prep work to get it going. Worse, with the rain coming down, I'd have to wait for a break in the storm, or head back to the station to get the right stuff to get it started. I groaned as another peal of thunder sounded and it felt like the rain was coming down even harder.