Lets see if it starts... (Picture Path) (Alternate)

We walked in silence after that, myself worried I had upset Charlotte, and for her part she seemed to be brooding over something. Just when I thought the dreary walk would never end, I spotted the bus.

"Look! We made it!" I smiled in relief, and Charlotte seemed slightly brightened, although she still seemed dour.

"Well let's hury up and get this thing going!!" She almost ordered, quickening her pace. I kept up, and soon we arrived at the vechicle.

I started to fill the tank, hoping that the old deisel engine would start for us. I was in the middle of a quick appeal to all the gods mentally when Charlotte interruptted.

"Listen, I'm sorry I lost it, I guess I'm just so tired of men and how they behave." She was leaning against the side of the bus, her figure draped in damp fabric like a statue of the gods, her pert nipples begging for attending in a very intimate sort of way.

I tried to focus. "I get that, honestly I think alot of women feel the way you do." I figured filling the tank, and set the can do, moving to the engine compartment and opening it up. "I'm not saying that what he said was right or wrong, just that that's what he said and how he thinks. And in a vacuum, how do I know what to believe without context?"

Charlotte's eyes roamed me a little, searching as I used the screwdriver in the parts box under the hood to open the fuel line primer a little.

"But, having context, I don't think you would do that, I mean, I haven't had a chance to get to know you all that much, but from what I know, you seem like a very strong willed and loyal woman." Her mouth quirked up at the words 'strong willed'.

She muttered something to herself. I only caught the words 'pah, time.'

"Alright Mr understanding, would you tell someone you banged us if you were in the same situation as him?" Charlotte still seemed a little upset, but she was toning down little by little. She was bent over the hood with me, her rump looking fantastic against the country backdrop.

I tried to buy some time, I mean, I'd love to fuck them! Wasn't that what I was trying to do? I closed the priming screw and went around the bus, opened the door and got in the driver's seat.

"Hold that thought, just gotta let Kaila know we're safe with the fuel." I looked down and grabbed my phone, a message was waiting.

I was already turned on, I didn't need this.. but maybe that would work? I turned the ignition, causing Charlotte to jump off the front where she was leaning, it didn't start even after turning over for a while, and the noise must have suprised her. It made me chuckle softly, and I saw her blush.

That's when I realized my answer.

"To be honest, I wouldn't have handled things the same way," I spoke again, coming around, it must be damp, I can try this again, but if it doesn't work I would need some quick start. Crap.

"Oh really?" Charlotte seemed to be holding on to her frustrations for some reason.

I started repeating the process, hoping it would work this time.

"Really. See here's the thing. Helen? She's probably the hottest dyke looking woman I've ever seen." I held up a hand to forstall her flared eyes and opened mouth.

"Hold on, hold on. That's a compliment. In a twisted way. What I mean is that no matter how she dresses or acts, she's an incredibly attractive woman." I finished in the engine compartment again, for hopefully the last time.

"And you're no different. Honestly, you have a near perfect figure, like I still can't believe how amazing you look, and your breasts. Jesus." I opened the door again.

Charlotte shifted self consciously, very unlike her, but she stayed silent, regarding me.

"So would I tell any random dude that I'd fucked you? Nope." I shifted to stare right at her. "But I sure as hell would fantasize about it every waking moment."

"Oh real-" Charlotte started to speak, but a sudden boom and a crack of light interrupted, the storm clouds had darkend on us again, and without a moment's warning, torrential downpour started again, soaking us both head to toe.