CHAPTER I Led Zeppelin’s “Dazed and Confused” echoed through the air, the guitar lead resounding in the background. Amidst the melodic chaos, his mind drifted to memories of her. He pictured her twirling and dancing to the music, strands of hair obscuring her face, yet her beautiful smile shone through. Lost in the memory, he was abruptly yanked back to reality as a man yelled at him in Spanish...
“I got a bad desire, ohh ohh ohh, I’m on fire.” The muffled sounds of Bruce Springsteen’s “I’m on Fire” played in the background. It was warm and dark, and he was so, so very tired. It had been a day, as they say. He just wanted to sleep, and her legs were so warm. Her abdomen looked like an inviting pillow—he could sleep ’til next month. For what he was about to do, another...
Fucking shit! Lola wouldn’t start, no matter how much he whispered his love and adoration into her ear. He pictured his ex-wife, Kelly, giving him that look only she could give and saying how she hated this car because it was just like him: classic good looks but unreliable and consumed too much gas—in Lola’s case—and Jack Daniel’s in his. Kelly drove a beige hybrid and had remarried an...