Minutes blurred into hours and they were on the highway. The sun was beginning to set. Patrick glanced over at Kat and smiled. She was curled up in her seat, sleeping, head to the side, snoring softly, the wind blowing against her face. He looked back at the road thinking over the past few weeks. She had made him do some crazy shit. Things that he never would have done by himself, things that no one could have influenced him to do. For example, they had run out of money two days into their trip so Kat had begged Patrick to go to a strip club and do a number, just for the money. Therefore, he had done it. He knew that he was never, ever, ever, ever, ever going to live that up, but he didn't care. He loved her and she loved him that was all that that mattered as cheezy as it sounded. She had promised a really good groping session in return and she had definitely kept her promise so he considered her debt to be paid in full. He still couldn't believe he had done that, his ears still turned red whenever he thought about him shaking his ass in front of a club full of women in a thong.. and then the grand finale. The thing that had made him so embarrassed that he had wanted to cry. He almost had cried but his embarrassment had turned into anger. Mrs. Perky had been there. She had seen the whole thing. He could still remember the acute mortification.