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flashing a bright smile.
    “ They didn’t hurt ya.” She winked as she crumpled the stick of gum into her mouth, wadding the wrapper and putting it in the little bag hanging from the cigarette lighter.
    He glanced over at her as she pulled her shirt out of her skirt. “Neither did yours.”
    “ Gotta accentuate the positive.” Lindsey unbuttoned the bottom of her black lace shirt, tying the ends up tight under her little breasts, making them look fuller. Her bra was black under the sheer blouse and she considered taking it off and stowing it in her purse, but thought that might be too risqué, even for the Palladium. “So what do you think?”
    Zach’s eyes moved over her as she turned to him, holding out her arms as if to say, “taa-daa!” He shook his head, smiling. “Isn’t that skirt a little long for you?”
    She tugged at the hem, which didn’t come to her slim mid-thigh. “Are you kidding?”
    “ Well, if those shorts you were wearing when I met you are any indication of your usual taste in clothes… ”
    She grinned. “Yeah, well… those are my ‘come-fuck-me’ shorts.”
    “ Is that so?” Zach slowed the car to a stop at a red light, turning to look at her more fully. “So since you’re not wearing them tonight… ?”
    “ Oh, don’t worry.” Lindsey moved toward him in her seat. “You’ll get compensated well for the tickets, I promise. This might not be as short, but it is easier access… see?” She put her knee up, flashing him a view of her sheer black panties.
    “ Is that why you think I asked you out?”
    She smirked. “Why else? I’m not stupid.”
    “ Do all your dates go quid pro quo?” Zach frowned as Lindsey swung her legs forward again.
    “ More like quim pro quo.” She gave a short, sharp laugh, putting the pack of gum back in her purse. “Oh… did you want some?” He shook his head, his eyes on hers in the dimness. Behind them a car horn honked and Lindsey glanced up, noticing the light had turned green. “Um… I think you can… ya know, go?”
    Zach sighed, pulling away from the light, his eyes back on the road. “I want you to know that I didn’t ask you out to have sex with you.”
    The silence that filled the car made Lindsey feel like she couldn’t breathe. She wanted to open the window and stick her head out. Instead, she snapped her gum and pressed her warm forehead to the cool glass, watching the buildings whiz by. He didn’t say anything else, and she had the feeling she was supposed to respond, but she didn’t know how.
    “ You really want to know why I asked you to come with me tonight?” His eyes flicked over to her—she felt his gaze but didn’t turn. Instead, she fogged the glass further with her breath, drawing the outline of a face sticking its tongue out, and didn’t answer him. “Because you still put money in those little machines when you go into the grocery store.”
    She laughed—she couldn’t help it. “You’re weird.”
    “ We’re here.” Zach parked and pocketed his keys. “Still wanna go in?”
    “ Why wouldn’t I?” She made a face, wrinkling her nose at him. “This is Kenny Wayne Shepard we’re talking about!”
    “ Yeah, okay.” He grinned. “Come on, let’s go.”
    She took his hand as they worked their way through the crowd, and he smiled down at her, giving her fingers a squeeze. The bald guy who took their ticket stub raised a studded eyebrow at her skirt, or lack thereof, giving her a wink as she edged through the turnstile. Zach saw the exchange and stepped quickly through the gate, taking her hand again and leading her into the venue.
    “You want anything?” He nodded toward the concessions and Lindsey shook her head, so they went down the stairs toward the stage.
    “ How close are we?” They just kept getting nearer and nearer to the stage and Lindsey glanced back, amazed at the number of seats behind them.
    Zach checked the tickets. “Front row, nearly center.”
    “ You’re kidding me!”