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“Can you at least tell me where we’re going?”

“Home.”

“Gal... they’re gonna know by the time we get there...”

“SHUT UP!” Jessie spat at him.

“We’re gonna go home, get married, settle down, start a family.”

“Jessie... you’re not thinking straight... or you’re drunk or high or something.... just pull over and let me out. If you love me you wouldn’t want to hurt me.”

“You hurt me, you little dick.” She said “I was always under pressure by my family to find a boyfriend. My parents are really old fashioned. They want grandkids. They don’t want to be 90 something years old chasing a toddle around the house because I waited.”

“Look,” Patty told her “I know back in, like, cavewoman days, a woman would just pick a man, grab him by the hair and drag him home with her... but I don’t think this is gonna work out between us...”

“What part of ‘Shut Up’ did you not understand?”

Scared, Patty slide as close to the door as he could

“You stole this car...” he began, looking straight ahead as he spoke “you kidnapped me... it’s a long drive back home and by now, someone has to have noticed what happened. You’re going to have to fill up the tank at some point. How much money do you have? My stuff was in my purse back at Billy’s. You’re not going to make it home like this. And even when we get there, people are going to know what you did.”

Jessie started to take deep breath’s.

“I didn’t... I mean I did... I just...” she stammered. “I wanted to start the fire, swoop in and rescue you and be a hero and all that shit... I got scared and thought I threw the match away and walked off... I wasn’t trying to kill you. Honest!”

“I’d like to believe that.” Patty said “I’d love to have my friend back. But she’s pointing a gun at me right now... so I don’t know if I can trust her...”

Jessie sighed and set the gun down between them

“It’s not loaded...” she admitted “it’s just a starter pistol I messed with.”

“Okay... now... turn around, take me back to town, and to the police station and I’ll tell the detective what happened... that it was an accident...”

“If I go back, I go to jail, no matter what.”

“I’ll visit you.”

“Oh... like that’s going to make anything better...”

Patty thought for a moment...

“How about if I get you pregnant, will you agree to let me go?”

“And here I thought you were gay?”

“I am...” Patty said snidely, “But...Right now I’m stuck in here with you. You want a baby so fucking bad, I’ll give you a baby... what do you say?