Now,” shouted Darius, as he marched to the car, opened the door and slammed it. “Why did you lock me in the car?” she screamed, wanting to punch him right in the face. “I didn’t. You must have hit a key that automatically locked it. Settle down, will you? I’ve got to think.” With that Kassandra watched as he dismissed her, turned the car around in one expert move on the clam-shelled road, and sped off down another smaller road. She was thankful it was at least paved. She bit her tongue to stop from screaming the rant she wanted to let tear into him. Then it dawned on her. Big, brute he-man didn’t like his women feisty. God forbid he should run into a female who actually thought. “Go to hell,” she said. “Been there, sweetlips, and trust me...it wasn’t a picnic. Change of plans. We’re going to visit a friend of mine on the east coast. He’ll help us.” He flicked on the radio and proceeded to tune her out. That irritated Kassandra. She was even more irked with herself for letting the guy get to her.
