Be Noble again

“I’ll get you home,” he reassured her. To be safe John went very slowly never more than twenty miles per hour.

After about half an hour she says, “Thanks again John,” honestly meaning it. It was an honesty that bled from the words, words slain with fear and worry.

“Hate to admit it, and disappoint you, but we are lost. Sarah, I have not seen a road sign sense
we left. I’m trying-”

“Don’t worry,” interrupts Sarah. “Well at least the company is not bad,” She said as she leaned against his arm. Her long raven hair spilling over his shoulder. Her soft and tender breast warms your arm. Once again his sex awakened, but this time not in wrath and lust but in gentle joy. Something deep inside him said “this is nice, this is good.” He felt a deep urge to protect her from any fear or harm.

“It is,” John reaffirmed.

“HEY! Stop Sign!”

He slammed on the brakes. The road turns left and right. “Which way?” he asked.