Sunday, December 6, 2009

Thin sweater

"Is that all you have to wear?" he asked sticking his finger through the weave of her loose-knit sweater. "Yes, isn't your car heated?" "My car is, but my motorcycle's not, and that's how we're getting to my place." Weighing her options, she decided he'd warm her up enough later on, but she was wrong about that. It was her first experience with the incompatibility of passion and reason, but it wouldn't be her last.

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