A/N: Well, here's Nebraska.
My woman was a slave driver. That was something that I never would have guessed about her before I bought that fixer-upper in Texas. The first year we were there, I don't think I wore a shirt more than three days total. She preferred I work without one on and who was I to deny my Char anything. I tried to get her to work without her shirt on too, but that idea didn't go over too well.
We had the house habitable quickly, and then we spent the next five years doing renovations and updates, furnishing it and really making it ours. I pretty much turned it all over to Char because I didn't care what it looked like as long as she was happy and she didn't want a repeat of that disastrous apartment in Chicago so she was more than happy to make all the decorating decisions. Jasper wrote pretty regularly over the years and we'd met up with him briefly a few times; it got so that even Char looked forward to us hearing from him. I missed him, but he really was doing better on his own. He'd met a girl, and she was really good for him according to his letters. Char figured she must be a saint to put up with his moody ass, but she was happy for him nonetheless.
After we finished fixing up the house, I still had a nice chunk of money left from when me and Jasper had robbed the bank and as the country began to recover from the economic depression, I was able to make some good investments that left us sitting pretty. I had worried that I'd have to become a bank robber to be able to provide for my woman. I thought it was a pretty good career option, but she found a letter that I was writing to Jasper asking him about meeting up to hit a bank in South Dakota and I was afraid that her head was going to start spinning around backwards. Pissed off Char is hot as hell, and the make-up sex that we had after I admitted to not thinking the plan through was amazing, but I decided to write a different letter to Jasper that didn't mention robbing any banks.
I measured the passing years in the swaying of Char's ass, the bouncing of her tits, and the number of times I got to help her clean off in the tub or the shower. The property changed, I did anything that she wanted to help with the improvements. She surprised me with a horse, and I figured out that it was pretty easy to get her nekkid when we rode together. We had cows now, and I'd help out with them as much as cloud cover would let me because Char thought it was hot to watch me work. It was boring, but she'd usually suck my dick at the end of the day so it was worth it.
Over the next fifteen years, I proposed to Char ten more times. She always said no, and we'd talked about her reasons. I didn't agree with them, but stopped taking it personally when she wouldn't agree to marry me. It didn't really matter because I still got road head just about every time we went anywhere in the car. I really wanted her to marry me, but I figured if I kept on asking, eventually she'd agree just to get me to stop. It hadn't happened yet, but I knew she wouldn't be able to resist my charm forever. Each time, I tried something a little bit different, and it was my trying to come up with another unique way to ask my woman to marry me that led to our road trip. She loved our property, and other than a few days of travel here or there mostly to meet up and visit with Jasper, we'd pretty well stayed there all of this time. I finally convinced her that we needed a vacation and that a road trip was in order.
"Everything will be fine," I said that evening as I tried to get her to get in the car, "Just get in the damn car."
"I just need to double check the back door," Char replied and I happily checked out her ass as she ran back into the house for the third time.
"Alright," I asked her when she finally got back in the car, "Can we go now?"
"Yup," she answered with a smile. "Just remember, you agreed not to ask for road head until after we get out of Texas."
"I know," I sighed and started the car.
She didn't make me wait. I got road head long before we hit Fort Worth and by the time we reached Wichita, Kansas I started trying to convince her that we could have sex without me having to pull over to the side of the road. It was a legitimate claim, and I made sure to point out all the reasons why it was a good idea. She finally agreed to give it a try and mounted me as we crossed the state line into Nebraska. It was a little more of a challenge than I thought it would be and we ended up bouncing our way straight through a cornfield. I didn't wreck the car but we ruined the field. The car barreled through a white picket fence twice, but Char was so busy screaming my name that I was pretty sure she didn't notice the people sitting on the porch staring after the car with narrowed eyes. I wasn't too worried about it; they probably were just trying to figure out where we'd come from since I was driving pretty fast.
"Fuck Peter," she sighed as she slid off of me and back into the passenger seat.
"I know," I turned to look at her as I spoke and wiggled my eyebrows at her, "It was pretty awesome, huh?"
"Yeah," she said breathlessly as she grinned at me, nodding quickly. "I don't think those people were too happy about their fence though."
"Probably not," I laughed out loudly. "We'll leave the area."
"Good call Sug," she replied and settled back into my side.
We drove west for a few hours when Char decided she wanted a turn driving. I wasn't entirely in favor of this plan because it meant no road head for me, but I was willing to return the favor for my woman so I pulled in at a gas station.
"One tank," I told her as I began filling the car's gas tank. "Then it's my turn again."
"We'll see," she said to me as she walked around the car and my eyes were locked on that perfect sway that her ass does when she gets something she wants so all I did was nod at her.
We were back on the road pretty quickly, and I was not sitting in the passenger's seat pouting because I couldn't drive. Char was a good driver, she'd been driving as long as I had been, but I just preferred to be the one behind the wheel.
"Come over here Sug," she purred at me patting the seat next to her.
"I'm ok," I replied cutting my eyes over to see her unbuttoning her top.
"Please," she asked and I turned my head just as she threw her shirt in the backseat.
Well, she'd tried to throw it in the backseat but we had all of the windows in the car rolled down, and it had just sorta flown straight out of the back window. I wasn't complaining, or pointing that shit out to her. We had more clothes in the trunk and right now, I was enjoying the scenery. I moved closer to her and she reached out to lay a hand on my leg.
"This is better," she said and began running her hand along my thigh.
"You're playing with fire," I growled at her and let my finger trace the curve of her breast.
"So are you," she challenged and so I dipped my head to her neck.
"I'm not afraid of getting burned," I said as I ran my nose up her neck.
A slight shudder ran through her body at my low words and I smirked against her skin. I loved the effect that I had on my woman. I squeezed her breast slightly and let my thumb graze her nipple and earned a moan for all my work. Her hand trailed higher and higher up my thigh and Tex was screaming at being confined while she was being so attentive. He didn't stay that way long before she had my pants open. I was impressed that she'd managed to free him while I was nipping at her neck and pinching her nipples. She hadn't even swerved out of our lane once.
Seeing how steady she was behind the wheel with the attention that I was giving her body gave me the confidence that she could handle more. All it took was a little pressure from my fingers and I'd ripped out the crotch of her pants. She spread her legs slightly and I took that as an invitation and slipped a finger inside of her.
She was warm, wet heat and I just had to have a taste even though it meant she wouldn't be stroking my cock anymore. I laid my head in her lap and swiped my tongue over her sex. She jerked at the contact, but I didn't care. I swirled my tongue around her clit and figured out a way to wedge my arm under my head so that I could stroke her with my fingers and still taste her. I felt the car bump beneath us a few times and heard small crunches or crashes but it didn't matter because I could feel Char's pussy starting to clamp down on my fingers as I pushed them into her. I gave her clit a gentle suck and thrust my fingers deep inside her curling them just like she liked and felt her whole body tense just before she screamed my name and fell apart. I lapped at her as the car came to a sudden stop and it wasn't until I felt her calm that I sat up and winked at her.
"Get the bags Peter," she said quickly.
"What," I asked her, "Why? I was about to ask you to pull over so I could fuck you proper."
"I just crashed the car," she told me and took my face in her hand and turned it to look out of what used to be the windshield.
"Damn," I whistled out as I looked at the shocked woman running the vacuum in her living room that now surrounded our car. "Yeah, I'll just get the bags."
I climbed into the backseat with Char right behind me and grabbed our bags out of the trunk. She looked from me to the totaled car and then to the direction that we could hear sirens coming from.
"We gotta go Darlin'," I said to her.
"But the car," she replied but followed me anyway as I started walking away from the accident scene.
"Fuck the car," I laughed, "It won't drive anymore. We'll get another one."
We walked at a brisk human pace away from the accident and out of the neighborhood. I stopped us in an alley just off of Main Street and pressed Char into the brick wall of the building.
"Pick out a car," I murmured against her ear as I fondled her tit. "Any one you want."
"That one," she purred at me as she pointed at a jet black Chevy Bel Air just down the street and I could smell her arousal as it surrounded us.
"Stay here with the bags, put on a shirt and be ready to run," I growled, "I'm driving again."
I lucked out and the keys were in the car. I pulled up to the alley and Char tossed the bags into the back seat as she got in quickly. We were soon speeding down a country road with the radio blasting. Unfortunately, this meant that Char was singing at the top of her lungs. I tried hard not to flinch while she sang along, but it was a challenge. Thankfully, the station took a programming break. They announced an Elvis concert in the next town tonight and Char turned to me with a light in her eyes.
"I wanna go," she said as she graced me with her beautiful smile and there was no way that I was going to deny her.
"We'll get a hotel room in town," I replied, smiling back at her, "You can get a bath while I go get us tickets."
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed a kiss to my cheek with a quietly whispered "thank you" and made my whole fucking day. I found us a hotel and got her settled in before heading to the ticket office. They said they were sold out when I tried to buy us tickets, but I just smiled and thanked them. It's not like a lack of tickets was going to keep me from getting Char in to see that concert tonight. When I got back to the hotel room, my girl was dressed and perched on the edge of the bed waiting for me.
"Let me get cleaned up and we can head out," I said to her with a wink. "I want us to go for a quick hunt before the concert."
Char let me hunt for her that night and I found her a very delectable smelling man that just happened to have a crew pass into the theater. It made getting in really easy. There were too many screaming girls, in my opinion, but both of us really enjoyed the concert. After Elvis sang his last number, I slipped the hotel and car keys into Char's hand.
"Go get our stuff and meet me with the car out back," I said as I pressed a kiss on the side of her head.
She looked up at me and smiled as she nodded. I watched as she turned and started to saunter off. When she reached the door, she turned back to me and winked.
"Don't eat Elvis," she said with a chuckle far too fast for the humans around us to hear her.
That wasn't my plan, but it did plant an idea in my head. I quickly dismissed it though because Char and I were on vacation and I didn't think she'd be happy about cutting it short to deal with a newborn, even if he was The King. Maybe some other time though. I moved through the crowds slowly, giving her enough time to do what I'd asked of her. By the time I got backstage, I knew that Char would be sitting behind the building waiting and wondering what I was up to. It was a simple thing to slip into Elvis' dressing room, and it was even easier to grab his guitar. A smile crossed my face as I walked, unnoticed out of the dressing room and made my way to the rear exit.
"Hey you! Stop him!" I heard as I pushed open the door. I didn't stop, just got in the passenger's seat of the car with the guitar and winked at Char with a grin on my face.
"Drive like hell Darlin'," I told her as I shut the car door.
She did too. It was sexy as hell watching her drive that car like the beast that it was. I was getting a little turned on watching her as she coaxed the car faster and faster. I saw another side of her as I watched her push that car to its limit and then made it give her more. There was a focused determination about her and when she turned her head at me and winked I nearly came in my pants.
"We need to stop," I growled at her through the cloud of lust that was quickly making me lose all rational thought.
"Ten minutes," she answered me and I nodded as my mind went through all of the things that I wanted to do to her.
She pulled the car into a lot on the edge of a town. It was pretty late, so I wasn't too worried about anyone coming across us. I took Char's hand after we got out of the car and we started walking through the park that she'd found. I wanted her right now, but I also wanted this peace that the two of us were sharing.
"It's pretty here," Char said after a while and I just raised my eyebrows. "What? It is."
"I know," I replied, "I'm just surprised you're not pissed."
"About what," she asked.
"The guitar," I said as I shrugged a little.
"Oh yeah," she sighed and looked up at me with a small smile, "well, we're on vacation and you needed a souvenir."
"Yes," I replied with a playful growl and turned her so I could run my nose up her neck, "we are. And I have more plans for you."
"You do," she purred back at me and her hands were already running up my chest.
"Umhmm," I answered and began sucking on that spot just behind her ear that has always driven her wild.
"I'd like to learn more about these plans of yours," she said as she began pulling off my shirt.
"I think you know," I told her, pulling back from her enough to pull off my shirt and hers.
"Why don't you tell me," she asked as her mouth grazed across my chest, "Just so we're clear."
"Mmmm," I muttered as I cupped her breast in my hand.
She pulled back from me and sat down just off of the pathway we'd been on. My woman leaned back slightly and crooked her finger at me with those bedroom eyes of hers darkening as they roamed my body and I couldn't resist her. I moved quickly, and hovered above her.
"I'm gonna fuck you senseless," I growled at her, "That's what I've got planned."
She growled back at me as I ripped off her pants, and she did the same to mine. She was writhing beneath my touch exactly like I wanted her to be. I quickly flipped her beneath me and began trailing my tongue down her spine. Her skin tasted divine, but it was nothing compared to the flavor of her sex. The scent of her arousal hung heavy in the air around the two of us and as much as I was enjoying the taste of her on my tongue, I needed to be inside of her. I grabbed her hip and thrust deep inside of her.
"Shit," I growled as I began to move.
"Oh fuck," she moaned and pushed her ass back into me. "Harder."
I was relentless and animalistic as I pounded into her, and she was just as bad. She was growling her demands for more of me; snarling for me to push harder and go faster. I pressed a hand between her shoulder blades pressing her chest to the ground beneath us, forcing her to submit to me as I gave her what she asked for. It was what she wanted, what I needed and I felt her falling apart around me. The tension that had wound so tight inside of me released as I felt her walls clamp down around me and I roared her name as I collapsed against her.
"Oh my lord! Herbert, look!" I heard shrieked in horror followed quickly with a "Sweet Jesus Maude. We need to go call the police," and several small growls and yips. I pressed a kiss to the back of Char's neck and raised my head slightly to see two very elderly people scurrying away from us dragging a small dog on a leash behind them.
"Damn it," Char growled beneath me having obviously seen and heard the old people. "I wasn't ready for us to move yet."
"Me either Darlin'," I sighed as I pulled out of her.
She just whimpered in response to the loss of our bodies' connection but didn't move so I gave her ass a little slap and chuckled.
"Get that fine ass movin' or we'll be dealing with the police," I said.
We got back to the car, and put some clothes on as quickly as we could. There was no question about who was driving; it had to be me because I knew that there was no way that I would be able to watch Char driving like that again without us pulling over. I drove for several hours, stopping once for gas. It was a pretty uneventful drive and Char just stayed tucked into my side as we cruised along listening to music. She enjoyed the scenery and I was enjoying looking down her shirt.
"You want to get a room Darlin'," I finally asked her as we drove into a small town in northeastern Nebraska.
"That would be nice," she said as she smiled up at me, "I think we could both use a bath."
That settled it in my mind. A bath with my woman was always on my to-do list and I found us a decent hotel. There were no problems with us checking in, and soon we were both relaxing in the small tub in our room. It was impossible to expect me to do nothing with my woman right there, nekkid and wet and pressed into me. Turns out, she had the same idea that I did and we ended up making a mess of the bathroom but it was totally worth it because she was screaming my name loud enough that someone knocked on the room's door before we were done.
"I'm going out the window as soon as I'm dressed," Char said to me as she hurried to pull on this pair of white shorts that did amazing things to her ass.
"Should I leave money for the bathroom," I asked her as I buckled my belt.
"I don't care," she said tossing our bags out of the window.
"Ok," I replied and took one last look at the wreck of a bathroom. "Fuck it."
I slipped out of the window behind her and grabbed our bags. Once we were back on the road, headed south, Char broke the peaceful silence that had settled around us.
"Fuck," she whispered.
"What," I asked her, glancing over to see her with her face buried in a newspaper, "Where did you get that?"
"It was pushed under the door so I grabbed it," she replied without looking at me, "This ain't good."
She folded the paper back up and held it up so that I could see the front page. Looking back at me from just beneath the headline was a rough drawing of my face.
"Shit," I said.
"I know," she said with a roll of her eyes. "You're much more handsome than this picture."
"Thank you Darlin'," I replied and leaned over to give her a quick kiss.
"Two wanted in connection with vandalism, theft and property destruction spree," she read. "Ruined fields, destruction of private property, blah, blah, blah."
"They make it sound impressive," I interrupted her and she just winked at me.
"This is bullshit," she exclaimed suddenly.
"What's that Char," I asked.
"Well, they've got the drawing of you," she said tapping my likeness on the front page, "but they're calling me a bad Marilyn Monroe imitator."
"She can't hold a candle to you," I reassured her because it was fucking true.
"You think so," she said and tossed the paper aside.
"I know so Darlin'," I purred at her, "You're the hottest thing I've ever seen."
"Really," she asked and started kissing my neck.
"Without a doubt," I answered her and felt my pants begin to tighten as she pressed her amazing tits into me.
"I wanna ride," she growled as she slid into my lap.
"I'm not gonna stop you," I told her and reached between us to unfasten my pants, quickly correcting the swerve of the car.
"Good," she said as she removed her shorts and pulled her shirt off.
"Get up here," I growled at her as I shimmied my pants down to my knees and passed some Sunday driver quickly.
"Oh god Peter," Charlotte wailed against my neck, impaling herself on me as we sped down the road.
"Fuck Char," I groaned out, swerving around another car.
Dirt and grass flew up behind us as I forced the car back onto the road. Char sat back slightly with another shift of her hips and a moan, eyes closed and tits bouncing right in my face. I leaned forward and captured her nipple in my mouth. The sound of a mailbox meeting its end quickly passed as I flicked my tongue over the tautness of her nipple. There was a bump and I heard and felt the car leave the ground. We were flying, through the air, yes, but more importantly towards a sweet release. I took my hands off of the steering wheel while the car was suspended in the air and gripped Char's hips tightly, thrusting up into her roughly.
"Jesus baby," I grunted as I pushed into her over and over, "you're so fuckin' tight."
"Harder," she gasped, "so close."
The impact of the car landing helped me to oblige my mate and the force that I pounded into her with had her walls clamping around me. She milked my cock for all that it had. I swear, I saw stars. Neither of us moved for several minutes.
"Where are we," she asked with a groan as she slid from my lap into the seat next to me.
"Um," I answered as I looked through what was left of the car's windows. "We're on top of a building."
"Which one," she questioned.
I heard sirens, and turned to look back where we'd come from. There was a large sign, now laying in two pieces in front of the building. A group of people was beginning to gather under a tree not far from the broken sign and the police were just starting to arrive.
"You ain't gonna like this," I said turning to face her.
"I can hear the cops," she huffed at me, "Just tell me where we are."
"We're on top of the Freeman School," I told her.
"What," she hissed out.
"According to that sign," I said, pointing over my shoulder with my thumb before leaning over to give her a kiss, "it's a historical landmark of some sort."
"Please step out of the vehicle with your hands up," we both heard coming from below us.
"Shit," Char muttered and reached for her door handle.
We got out of the car, and followed the instructions of the police and the park rangers that were gathered at the base of the building. We really hadn't done as much damage as they were making out like. It just needed a new roof now. We both tried to look shaken up, but I'm not sure that the officers were buying it since we were both naked. I wasn't real happy about how they were all looking at my woman, but I couldn't blame them because she is hot. They wasted no time with getting handcuffs on us and putting us into the backseat of separate police cars. As much as I hated being separated from Char, especially knowing she was nekkid, I had to hand it to them. If we'd been in the same car, we most likely would have had sex again.
The ride to the police station was pretty quiet, and I tried to look contrite in the back seat every time the officer's eyes cut to the rear view mirror. I don't think I fooled him though. I was marched into the station house behind Char, and we were both still nekkid so my eyes were locked on the delicious sway of her bare ass. We were both booked and given prisoner's uniforms to put on before we were placed in separate cells. Fortunately for us, they only had two cells and no other prisoners.
"Darlin'," I asked as I moved over to the bars that were keeping me from wrapping my arms around my woman.
"I'm ok," she reassured me and moved as close to me as she was able, "You know what's gonna happen now?"
"They said we have a court appearance first thing in the morning," I said to her, reaching between the bars to run my fingers down her neck. "It's only a couple more hours; I'll just bribe the judge."
"I need you again," she said and her hands went to the tie at my waist.
"I will never deny you Darlin'," I replied as my pants pooled at my ankles.
"I didn't like them staring at my tits," she purred as she began to stroke my dick. "They're yours."
"They are," I growled at her through the bars and watched with hooded eyes as Char dropped to her knees.
She ran her tongue along my length with a purr, and then undid the tie on her pants. I couldn't decide if I wanted to watch her mouth or the hand that she slid into her pants. I inhaled sharply as her lips slid along my length and the scent of her arousal was overwhelming.
"Fuck Char," I groaned as I pushed deeper into her mouth.
She began purring and the hand in her pants was moving just as quick as her mouth was moving along my cock. My woman was a sex kitten and I loved every bit of it. She brought both of us to the brink only to pull back and start over again. It was torture of the best kind and when she finally shoved her fingers all the way into her pussy with a shudder and a growl against my cock, it was over. My head rested against the bars that still separated us and she looked up at me with a wink as she licked her fingers clean and tied her pants again. My woman had fucking drained me and I couldn't move. I could still feel the bliss of my orgasm and she laughed quietly and pulled my pants back up. She was just tying them when the door opened at the end of the hall and the sigh that the officer made was audible. He thought we were incorrigible, and he was right. We followed his directions and instructions as he led us to the courtroom that was upstairs from where they'd held us. Char and I stood side by side as the judge entered the courtroom. As soon as I took one look at him I knew that we wouldn't have a hard time getting out of all of this.
"Case number 755481, The State of Nebraska versus I. Will Stroker and Anita Biggun, the Honorable Jack Goff presiding," the court reporter announced and Char and I were trying to hold back our laughter.
"Nice one Darlin'," I whispered too low for the humans around us to hear.
The judge asked us to enter a plea and I took a step forward and raised an eyebrow at him. I wasn't sure exactly what it was, but I knew that this guy had a secret that he didn't want to get out and I intended to exploit it as best I could.
"Your honor," I stated with a smile for him.
"Mr. Stroker, what is your plea," the judge asked me.
"Well sir," I said with my shit eating grin in place, "I'm sure you can sympathize with what's happened."
The Honorable Jackoff just looked real uncomfortable and waved for me to continue.
"As you can see," I turned to wink at Char, "Anita is a fine specimen and it ain't easy to resist her. Surely you can understand that."
I watched as his eyes studied my woman, and I held back my growl at the hungry look on his face. She wouldn't have anything to do with him and I knew I needed him more vulnerable to make this work.
"Sometimes," I continued as he proceeded to eye fuck my woman, "one thing just leads to another. I'm willing to pay for damages. That's a more generous offer than I'm sure you normally get in a plea."
The judge's eyes snapped to mine and I gave him a wink and my shit eating grin again. He cleared his throat and began shuffling through the paperwork in front of him. I'd done it. He thought I knew a lot more than I did, and I stepped back to stand next to Char while he fidgeted.
"Five thousand in damages," he said as he knocked his gavel against his desk, "And Mr. Stroker and Ms. Biggun, I'll suspend the ten year sentence for public nudity contingent upon you avoiding Nebraska in the future. Should you choose to cross the state line again, you'll be in violation of this order and a bench warrant will be issued immediately for your arrest."
We were escorted from the courtroom as soon as we'd signed the paperwork that effectively banned us from the state of Nebraska. A uniformed officer walked us out of the courthouse and opened the back door to his cruiser. We slid into the car, still in our prison garb and settled in for the drive to the state line. The officer let us know that he would be dropping us off at a bus station in Topeka, Kansas. He then pulled the car out of the parking lot and ignored us.
I was still holding back laughter from the whole courtroom drama. I pulled Char into my side and wrapped my arm around her shoulder. She was still trying not to laugh as well. I leaned down with a smile and pressed a kiss to the side of her head.
"No funny business back there," the officer said and we both started quietly snickering.
We had managed to ruin my plans for this vacation, but it was worth it. I'd wanted to drive Char through the state, stay in nice hotels, maybe take in a few movies and essentially wine her and dine her and then ask her again if she'd marry me. It was a long shot no matter what the circumstances. I was under no delusions that she would've said yes if I'd stuck to my original plans and not given in to my lust for her body. She still didn't feel like she was in a place where she could be my wife, but that wasn't something that would ever keep me from asking her. I knew, rather, I hoped that one day she would shock the shit out of me and say yes.
"Darlin'," I said pulling away from her slightly and tilting her face to mine.
"Yeah Sug," she questioned.
"This was the best vacation," I answered her with a smile.
"It really was," she agreed.
"Can I ask you something," I asked.
"You can always ask me anything," she replied getting serious.
"I'm pretty sure I already know what you're gonna say," I started and put a finger on her lips when she opened her mouth to interrupt me.
The little minx sucked my finger into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, reminding me of how we spent our night in jail. I couldn't help but groan her name and the officer that was driving coughed loudly to remind us of his presence. It didn't stop Char though and she continued to work my finger like she had my dick. I briefly lost my train of thought and got lost in what my girl was doing to me. It was painful, but I knew that she'd take care of that as soon as she could. She gave me a little smile and released my finger.
"You had something to ask me," she purred at me.
"Yeah," I said as I adjusted my pants and tried to ease some of the pressure.
"Well," she replied and pressed her tits into me again. "what is it?"
"Will you marry me," I asked her.
"This is the best one yet," she said and pressed her lips to mine.
I had the briefest moment of hope while we kissed, but when the officer banged on the metal divider between the front and back seats and ordered us to separate I knew that this wasn't the right time for my girl.
"You don't have to answer Darlin'," I told her with a big smile. "I'll just start planning for the next one."
E/N: There you have it, the TRUE STORY of why the two of us can never go back to Nebraska.