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five hours later, and Dad had promised Mom he’d be home for dinner tonight, so I was sure he wouldn’t be around. Damn straight I wasn’t going to stop there if he was still working. Not with Jo in the car. He’d be grilling her nonstop and asking if we were a couple. Thankfully, it was after eight-thirty. The sun was setting and the shop was already locked up tight.
    After I had filled up the tank, I ducked my head in to check on Jo. Poor thing. All that weeping had her tuckered out. She fell asleep about twenty minutes after I’d driven off from the spot where her jalopy broke down, and had not woken up or said a peep the whole time. It kind of reminded me of taking little Chandler out for drives last year when he was one.
    It was what I liked to call a win-win.
    I hesitated about waking her up, but as I was planning to drive for another five-hour stretch, and as women usually hated peeing by the side of the road, I tapped her shoulder and woke her up. She slowly opened her eyes, jolting a bit when she saw me. After a second she remembered me and whose car she was in.
    “Oh, hey,” she said, stretching her arms as far as they’d reach inside my car.
    “Hey. I stopped for gas. You might want to use the facilities while we’re here.”
    She looked around. “Where are we?”
    “Junction.”
    She grabbed her bag and got out. “Wow, already?”
    “Yes. And I’m guessing you’re fine if we keep driving tonight. I slept in so I can probably go another long stretch before I need to rest.”
    “Sure. I’ll be right back.”
    She hurried off with her purse tucked tightly under her arm and disappeared inside for a bit, then she emerged again and went around the side of the building where the restrooms were. Locking up, I went in to pay. I figured I’d use the facilities myself, so I asked the cashier for the key to unlock the men’s room and went around back to relieve myself. She stepped out of the other door when I got there.
    Christ, I’d forgotten I’d been sitting next to one of the sexiest ladies I’d seen in a long time. Seeing her there almost got my chest all wound up tight, God knows why. And I had to turn to the side a little and adjust my dick in my pants just to make sure it wasn’t pointing right at her.
    “Hey. Uh, the door’s locked.” I handed her the car keys. “Be there in a second.”
    She took them and kept on walking. “Cool.”
    I did my business, washed my hands, and cursed my mouth off when I got around front to give the keys back.
    My car was gone.
    Jo was gone too.
    “Jesus fuck!” I looked in every direction, then I frantically felt my pockets for my phone. No fucking phone. It was in the car. “I’m gonna kill the bitch.”
    I ran inside in my panic and begged the gas attendant to call 9-1-1. He was already dialing when Jo rolled up from God knows where, driving my fucking car.
    “Woman have you lost your fucking mind?” I screamed when she stopped and rolled down the window with the widest grin on her face.
    “Can’t take a joke, I see,” she said, revving the engine like she was fixing to drive off again.
    “Turn. Off. My. Car.”
    “Ooh, who needs to lighten up now?”
    I may have been seeing red right then as I pulled open the driver side door. I reached in and unbuckled her seat belt before turning the key in the ignition and shutting off the engine. Then I gripped her arm. “Get out. Now.”
    “Jesus. Relax already. I was just messing with you.”
    “Two rules. One, you do not mess with a stranger’s car when he’s doing his business. Two, you do not, under any circumstances, ever, drive this car. You don’t drive off, hell you don’t even touch my stereo.”
    “I thought I wasn’t a stranger anymore?”
    “Don’t get smart with me. You know what I mean.”
    “By the way, that was more than two rules. Oh yeah…you’re a jock. You probably can’t count for shit.”
    Now that I had my car keys, I returned inside and made sure the cops weren’t