Automobile Stories

Mitchell’s question hung in the air, thick as the humidity in my cubicle. The clock in the corner of my screen changed to 7:43 AM. Almost eight hours had passed since Mitchell messaged me. Was this stupid? He was my boss and had the eye of all the women on my floor. After six months in the office, he was a constant temptation, and our flirting did not make it easier. I let out a sigh, opened my eyes, and gazed at my onlin...

In August Gina had another excursion for us, but that would not be a transit trip. Her kinky guy-friend Richie owned a car, and he was going to take all three of us on a road trip up to Bear Mountain State Park. That was located on the far side of the Hudson River almost fifty miles from New York. She said to us, “We don’t have to go there on one of those Red and Tan Buses. He’ll just take us door to door, or door to fore...