Comfortable Madness First PDF 4-13-18

Angie leaned in. Her lips traced a small pattern against my
neck. This was more than I asked for. I jerked away. Angie
laughed.
“It’ll be a secret,” she said.
We danced and then we went to the bar and drank. The
drinks went to my head. The walls spun and the lights boiled
through my eyes. Tayla paid no attention when Angie’s hands
found their way under my shirt.
“Angie!”
“I’ve seen them before,” she said.
“I’m with Tayla,” I said.
“And she’s right there,” Angie said.
The lack of fear scared me. Part of me remembered
Angie’s body in the shower. Part of me wanted to see what more
there was. But this wasn’t something I could do. Not with Tayla
right there.
Last call came. Angie shrugged into her shirt. We drove
home. Night folks stood on corners, but they meant nothing. Lights
flashed, and trees blurred. Tayla’s hand caressed my thigh. Nights
like this fired her up.
The city gave way to hills and the hills to small towns.
Angie shot through the back roads with a wildness that scared me.
“Angie,” I said.
“I have it,” she said.
Gravity pulled me in too many directions. I leaned in my
seatbelt. We squealed around a corner. Red and blue lights behind
us.
“Shit,” Angie said and stomped the gas.
We took the corner to our street and before I could think,
we were parked.
“Inside,” Angie said. “Go. Inside. Now.”
We ran over the yard. The cop tore onto our street.
“Hide!” Angie snapped.