dear ida,
at first i thought he was laughing at me because i made him put in motley crue's girls, girls, girls cd. with vince's voice booming out of the stereo i yelled over to him 'what the fuck is so funny?'
'you!' he said, pointing at me.
i winked at him and looked away.
'that's really sexy,' he said turning down the stereo.
'what?' i asked
'the way you switched gears,' he said putting his hand on top of mine.
'ahhhh. you mean like this?' i asked, as i shifted his porsche into fourth gear.
there was a long silence as we drove up beverly glen to mullholland. he finally leaned over and i could feel his lips against my ear as they whispered yes, like that.
xo, me.
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