Would she be a nice, polite fuck, technically doing everything right, but leaving me cold in the end? Or would she allow herself to let go and feel without inhibitions?

I’m dying to find out.

I want to shake her up, turn her inside out and see what she’s hiding underneath.

Everyone needs a mission.

Her mission is to send me to prison. My new mission is to fuck her so good and so often that when the time comes, she won’t be able to complete her mission.

And after that?

Who the hell knows what will happen? If I get too caught up in the forever after details, it will mess with my head and I’ll screw up.

She leans close to my ear. Her breath tickles my neck. “How much further?”

“Another fifteen minutes or so,” I answer back.

I can’t wait to see her face when we get there. She is going to be pissed.

After several more miles, I turn off onto a one-lane road and drive back into the countryside. The road gradually changes from pavement to gravel to dirt.

“Do you know where you’re going?” she asks in concern after I swerve around a mud puddle in the middle of the dirt road.

“Almost there.”

I make one more turn and then we pull up in front of a small yellow house. The wraparound front porch is covered in flower pots of red geraniums and hanging baskets of purples pansies. An elderly woman steps out of the house and waves to us.

After I stop the bike, Lila slides off and removes her helmet.

“Where are we?” she asks, confused. “I thought you were taking me to see a moonshine still.”

I give her a blank look.

“No, you must have misunderstood. I said we were going to see someone who makes hooch. And that would be my Aunt Leona. She mixes up a wicked potion of apple brandy. And occasionally plum.”

“Your Aunt Leona?” Lila echoes after me. “We’re here to talk to the lady waving to us?”

“Yeah, let’s go on in. She’s looking forward to meeting you. When I told her you might write about her in a big-time magazine, she said to bring you right over.”

Lila refuses to budge away from the bike. Her green eyes look perplexed.

“But you said I needed to change my blouse because the moonshiners might think it was too suggestive.”

I laugh and shake my head.

“No, I didn’t say that. You have a wild imagination. What do you think this place is? Deliverance? I knew my Aunt Leona wouldn’t appreciate being able to see straight through your shirt. She’s conservative and old-fashioned. Aren’t you glad now that you changed?”