VIII
They had been at the service station for fifteen minutes. Both had used the facilities and David had pumped the tank full of gas.
"I'll relieve you," Maeve said and took over the driving.
She pulled back onto the freeway but didn't even get the car up to cruising speed before putting her turn signal on and slowing down.
"What are you doing?" David asked.
Maeve did not answer. She pulled off the road and onto the berm and shut the engine off. She turned her body squarely toward David and took his face between her hands and kissed him full on his shocked, open mouth. She released him and laid back on the long bench seat.
"Can we have sex now?"
David was struck mute.
And so they did.
