Safety Valve

"Mmmm... You know, there was a time when I'd **** you a little with this," Charlotte smiled in a catlike manner. "But that just seems a little mean. Tell you what, I'll give you the other one on credit."

"Credit?" Both Imogene and I asked simultaneously. Oh crap, I did not mean to ask that question, where the hell had that come from?

"Oh, he speaks!" Charlotte laughed. "You jest luhv bein' a good boy when tha ladies staht playin', doncha?"

"Don't change the subject," Imogene spoke again, her voice taking on a hard edge. While she still was flushed, there was an air of suspicion. "What do you mean?"

"Aawww, don't wanna play any more... Ih... Mo... Gene...?" Charlotte drew out the syllables, really hamming up her accent. Now that I knew it was fake, it actually was a bit of a turn on to know she was affecting it. It had almost become a signal, that Charlotte was in the mood to play. "Whut ah mean by credit is Ah know yoah gonna want me again. Don't botha to deny it."

"I..." Imogene looked back and forth from me to Charlotte. "Yeah, well, I did... I really liked that."

"Raaaght." Charlotte pulled the sliding door of the van open. "You, Brent. Don't move. " She stepped out of the van with that command.

"Is she serious, Brent?" Imogene asked rapidly as she exited. There was no doubt in my mind that Charlotte had heard the question, and my mind raced, looking for the answer I knew I wanted to give my sister.

"She's dead serious." I nodded. "Charlotte can be a little..."

"Crazy!" Charlotte shouted suddenly, smacking her hands onto the driver's side window and startling me a bit. "Open your window, Brent, and stop SITTING there, Imogene. " The slightly muffled voice through the window caused me to lower it rapidly with a series of cranks on the small handle at my knee.

"Ok, don't do that," I admonished her, my heart still beating a little rapidly.

"Off ya go, sweet thang, wait for us at the door." Charlotte flicked her hand at Imogene, who meekly grabbed her bag and exited the van.