Layby Stories

Light fading, Adam, headlights on, answered Shari’s whispered question. “An hour or so—" He laughed, as fingers explored his inner thigh “—if I stay on the road.” “Stop in that lay-by!” Obeying her unexpected demand, he braked. She groaned, “Can’t wait that long. Must know.” “You’ve waited this long.” Her religious father’s influence. “You’ve been patient. ” Shari spread herself over the backseat, dress already wide, disc...