So, Are we going to talk about it?

The fog was thick as we drove up the Pacific Coast Highway in near silence. Somehow, things had just gone sideways. Here I was with Charlotte a few short feet away, and instead of feeling good, I feel like shit. The worst part of all was that this had nothing to do with her and me, but here we were, acting like we should be mad at each other.

"Ok, so... I don't know what the fuck is going on, here..." Charlotte began as we turned yet another corner in the dim foggy light of morning. The ocean to our left was fairly hard to make out now, but the rocky edifices of the highway cutouts were always looming out of the mist.

"You were right, serious baggage check," I nodded as I drove, my eyes on the road.

"This isn't going to get in the way of us fucking today, raaaght?" Charlotte lapsed into her faux-southern accent on the last bringing a bark of laughter to my lips.

"Where did that come from?" I snickered, since it had been the farthest thing from my mind at that exact moment.

"Hello, I spelled it out for you in the Cabin. I am in the Mood. You and your wife's problems are not your and my problem, unless you make it our problem. Helen sure as hell ain't going to make it her problem and she and I have our problems too. Believe me. I didn't make them your problem last night, and neither did she. Honestly, I'm a little pissed off at your wife and your sister, because neither of them seems to behaving like adults and just saying what they want. Today, I would like to fuck you. And maybe your sister if she's in the mood."

I couldn't respond. I knew Charlotte could be blunt, but this was a whole new level of directness that I just wasn't used to.

"And to quote your wife, your mouth is open." Charlotte finished with a laugh, reclining her seat and putting her legs up onto the dash. "But I'm only half kidding about your sister. Hell, remember I read your porn history. Lotta interesting videos on there."

"Now you're just being cruel." I snorted trying to concentrate on the road.

"So, unless you want me to continue, fess up. What's the deal with you and your wife? I hate it when people bring baggage into the bedroom, and it's best to unpack it before it shows up in the middle of pillow talk."