Parker was starting something in the last chapter, now she's going to finish it up. Why do we love to portray Parker as the evil temptress? Well, at least I do!

There will only be a few more chapters after this, then we may get to see Gordo settle down a little bit.

Enjoy!

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Parker was, in fact, moving closer. Gordo could smell the Love's Baby Fresh, he could see every eyelash clearly illuminated in the glow of the nearby lamplight.

"David," she said ever so softly, and for once her voice did not jar. "It's not good for you to be alone. You need somebody…somebody who will listen and understand…and be there…"

Gordo made an attempt to pull away, but Parker moved with him, as if magnetically attached to his force field. "Parker," he said uneasily, "I really just want to…"

He meant to say "I just want to be left alone," but the words did not come out, because he was too absorbed in wondering how it was that suddenly Parker's voice sounded so smooth, and even…pretty. And all night, in fact, hadn't he been thinking about how pretty she looked in this fantastic sweater, with the sparkles in her hair, and her lips so glossy…?

"What is it that you want?" Parker asked quietly, her voice just barely on the edge of seduction.

"I want…I want…to be left alone…." Gordo said, pulling back a little more, but not as much as the last time, and now hardly even able to convince himself that his words held any credence.

Parker moved closer still, and now in addition to the Love's Baby Soft, Gordo could smell the strawberry of her flavored lip gloss and he was overcome by a sudden hankering for strawberries.

To his credit, he did not make the first move, but when Parker did, he did not resist.

The last thing he saw before he closed his eyes was Parker's long lashes as her eyes closed and she moved in so that she could not possibly be any closer. And then he tasted the strawberries, and his heart was pounding and his head was spinning because he knew he wanted to be alone, but at the same time he also wanted this, and that made no sense.

Confused, he let himself be kissed, and then surprised, he realized that he was kissing back. And that wasn't the worst of it. He felt his hand in her hair, trying to discover the secret of the sparkles. Parker opened her mouth a little wider, inviting him, and he came further in.

This was not good, not good at all. He so clearly felt the sensation of tongue against tongue, but was just as clearly aware that this was not Nicole's tongue. Parker felt different, she tasted different. A part of him felt he should be recoiling from the strangeness of all this, but another part of him was becoming fully aroused by the newness of the experience.

Parker made a little noise that vibrated against his tongue, and gently dropped her hand to his pants. Without thinking, Gordo followed suit, but his hand did not fall to her leg, it went directly for the fuzzy and magically colored sweater. Parker again made a noise of approval, pulling herself in closer, forcing her breasts against his shirt.

Gordo startled at this sudden touch and took back his mouth for a moment, but only long enough to whisper, "Parker…"

"David, you shouldn't be alone," Parker breathed, gently squeezing his thigh. "If you were mine, I would never…ever…make you…let you be alone. And I wouldn't make you wait. I would make you so…so…happy…"

Gordo took a deep breath, almost feeling like he was going to pass out. For only a moment his brain jumped back into the driver's seat, just long enough to tell him, If Parker was your girlfriend, she wouldn't be shy, like Nikki. She would find a way for you to be together right away, even tonight…

And then, just as quickly, his brain catapulted itself again into the backseat, leaving him at the mercy of that reckless driver, his libido.

Together Gordo and Parker enjoyed this wild ride for several more minutes, until finally Parker drew herself away, proclaiming, "Oh, crap! It's my dad!"

Gordo opened his eyes, refocused, and only saw a pair of headlights approaching on the access road. "That's your dad?" he asked groggily. "How do you know?"

"Look!" Parker exclaimed, and once again her voice jarred him. "A gold Corvette! How many of those do you think there are?"

Gordo now truly felt like he was in an alternate universe. Parker's mom had given them a ride to the concert in the predictable SUV. That's what he was expecting, but now, in a moment, he was bending himself like a pretzel to squeeze into the tiny back seat of a Vette.

"Hi, Daddy!" Parker sang, squeezing in beside Gordo.

"Hey, sweetheart! Who's your boyfriend?"

Gordo startled at hearing himself being referred to as Parker's boyfriend, and then even moreso when Parker did not correct her father's misconception, but even added to her introduction, "Isn't he just the cutest thing, Daddy?"

Mr. McKenzie said a few nice words, stopping short of agreeing that Gordo was "the cutest thing." Gordo found himself speechless, overwhelmed by everything happening so fast. Only a few moments ago he had been kissing Parker, actually thinking about how easy it would be to have sex with her, actually wanting that, but now he was smooshed in the back seat with her, and the power of her perfume was suffocating, and the grip of her hand on his was almost painful. Worst of all, her voice was annoying the hell out of him once again, as she provided her father with a detailed glowing description of how wonderful the entire concert had been.

Gordo sunk back into the soft leather, stifled by the closeness and the strangeness of his environment. As he listened to Parker converse with her father, he suddenly realized what had almost happened. There was something bizarrely manipulative about the way Parker talked to her father. The conversation had turned to a simple matter of which movie they were going to see next weekend, but as Gordo listened, he realized that despite all her dad's objections, Parker was going to get her way and drag him in to see the latest check flick.

Gordo felt a chill run through him, and his hand went clammy in Parker's iron grip. He looked across at her and tried to smile and take back his limb, but Parker merely smiled at him, too sweetly, and lifted his imprisoned hand to her lips, kissing it.

The kiss of death.

What had he been thinking? He had apparently forgotten all about Parker's ninth grade boyfriend, Ben, who had earned the nickname "Bewitched Benny" while under her spell. Parker ate boys for breakfast. Gordo had no desire to be her next meal, and yet he had begun to let himself be lured onto her plate.

All he wanted now was to get out of this car and into the safety of his own house, where he would slam and lock the bedroom door and hide under the covers until he was 25 and old enough to know better. Not all girls were like Nicole. Oh, how he missed Nicole! He had a feeling once he got under those covers tonight, he was going to find himself smothering tears in his pillow again.

At long last they reached his house, and Mr. McKenzie pulled up the Vette with a long screech. "There you go, Pally," he said. "Now listen, you be good to my little angel or I'm going to hear about it, you understand?"

In the dark, neither Parker nor her dad could see Gordo rolling his eyes. "Yes, of course, sir. I understand."

"May I walk him to the door, Daddy?" Parker asked, no doubt hoping to get one more kiss.

"Oh, no! That's not necessary!" Gordo quickly objected. "Look, the porch light is on, and in fact, I can see my mom sitting in the living room."

"You do?"

"Oh yeah, look at the light. She's there. She's waiting up for me. I'll bet she's warmed up some leftovers for me. I better fly. Don't want to get in trouble with the parental units, you know."

Parker at last let go of Gordo's hand, which was sweating abundantly, despite the coolness of the evening. Gordo wiped his hand on the leg of his pants and catapulted himself out of the Vette.

Parker looked up at him longingly from the back window. "Will I see you tomorrow, Davey?"

Gordo shuddered. Davey? How dare she! With a renewed sense of horror at the evil he was even now so narrowly escaping, Gordo apologized, "Well, I'm sure I'm going to sleep late, and then in the afternoon, we have this…this family thing, you know…"

"Then Sunday?" Parker asked hopefully.

"We'll see about Sunday." This was not exactly a lie, yet enough to allow his escape from the Vette.

Turning swiftly, Gordo waved good bye, and ran directly up the front steps, through the door and into the safety of his very own house, where he found his dinner waiting for him.

And it was still hot.