It hung low in the sky, reminding me that the evening was still young. If I drove fast, Joe and I would have plenty of time to rustle up some real fun when I got home. I’d just slid my key into the door of my car when I heard a man’s voice say, “Mmm, mmm, mmm.” I whirled, gasping, and saw a shadow disengage itself from a pickup truck parked nearby. “You are one fine-lookin’ woman.” The shadow raised a hand, and I saw it was clutching a bottle—too big to be a beer bottle. “Ready for that drink yet?” The man took a step forward, while I shrank closer to my car. The moonlight gleamed on a big, shiny belt buckle. Randy. I took refuge in bravado, though my heart was pounding so hard I was afraid he’d hear it. “What the hell are you doing out here? You scared me shitless!” “I’ve been waiting for you, baby.” Randy took another step toward me. “No need to play hard to get—ain’t nobody here to see. Just you and me and the moon.” Waving the bottle toward the sky, Randy threw back his head and howled drunkenly, like the beast he was.
