"A party?"

Stevie gets the car rolling.

"Are we going to a party?" You ask.

Stevie chuckles.

"Ha ha, you're so right girl! My friend Barry is having a party, and it's gonna be so rockin', and if you don't put out, then I'll find a girl that does."

Of course, you had to take some offense toward this. "Since we're dating, you're not supposed to be looking at any other girls," You tell him, matter-of-factly.

"Then, you gonna put out, baby?"

"No."

"Yes you will."

"No. I won't."

"Keep saying no; I like that."

You suddenly realize that it might be essential to steer him from this thinking.

"I don't put out on a first date," you tell him, "but if you're nice to me, you may be granted a second date."

"Which is when you put out?"

"No!" And you give him a light punch on the arm.

"Oh god baby, I've already fallen in love with you. You are my type of girl. My type! I might just follow your advice afterall and keep my eyes on only you."

He stops the vehicle in front of a liquor store.

"Why'd we stop?" You ask.

"It's a party, I gotta get some booze, baby. Wait here."

He exits the car and enters the store while you wait.

Suddenly, a man taps on your window, scaring you half to ****!

You roll down the window.

"Lady, lady," he says, in a panic, "Can you help me?"

"Huh?"

"I lost my ring--my wedding ring-- and I don't have my glasses with me, my wife will kill me! Can you help a man?"

"Oh-Oh yes, sure, I can help you sir." You reply. You exit the vehicle, careful not to reveal too much beneath your skirt. You are sure, however, that he got a pretty good look anyway.

"It was around over here." He puts an arm around your back, and you let him lead you on. But you start to realize that he's leading you around the side of the store toward the more darker back alley.

"Hey mister, where we going?"

"It's right over here, girl; you can really help me."

"Oh, I'm not so sure..."

He applies more pressure with the hand at your back.