He was taking me to a concert so I had to dress accordingly. I wore a formfitting army green dress with a plunging neckline. It was usually a little chilly at some venues. So the long sleeved mini dress would be perfect for me.
I had no idea what artist or band we were going to see. Bash assured me it wasn’t the Blues. That was funny. He was funny. He assured me he wouldn’t be kissing any other women. That made me laugh. He told me he liked the two sets of lips I have. I instantly felt turned on. He’s an ass to say these things to me. He knows firsthand how wet I get.
We drove forever and I when we reached the Indiana state line I thought he might be kidnapping me.
“Are you kidnapping me?”
“Yes.” He looked over at me and smiled. His eyes glanced at my uncovered thigh.
“We’re in Indiana.”
“You can read.” He smarted but I didn’t take offense. It was kind of funny.
“We’re going to a concert in Indiana?”
“Yep.”
I thought about the only venue that had decent shows in Indiana.
