You don’t retaliate.

“Don’t forget your pack.” You say and unhook it from the scooter, knowing the other more simple denim satchel next to it is yours.

She takes it from you then with a wicked little grin she reaches in and pulls out a little box. “Here I was going to give you this later, how about you try it on and I’ll see you after work.”

“Okay.” You say and take the little box. She locks her lips with yours and holds your head with her left hand, her right still holding the box, your fingers mingling with hers on it as the two of you kiss. In your mind you get a flash of memory of her fucking you from behind but as the kiss breaks you aren’t sure if it is with a toy, her fingers, or if in fact she has a cock. “Have fun at work.”

The car horn blares, “Come on. Let’s go. You are going to have to change in the car as is.”

Dakota pulls her phone out of her pack, “Fuck, he’s right. Later Missy, love ya.” She climbs in the back window, “I’ll bring a pizza home for supper.” Your mind suddenly fills with the information that your mom and uncle own a twenty unit six story apartment building, she is the landlord and he is apparently rich, your cousin and mother each live in the two largest apartments, half of the top story each, and you live next to Dakota on the third floor. You each have a small two bedroom apartment that share the same rather large deck overlooking the pool.

“Bye.” You wave as Eddie throws it in gear and sprays you with gravel.

As they speed away you look at the little box.