I pulled over to stop before we even reached the street. “What are you doing?” I freed my hands from the wheel, ready to grab whatever it was that she was about to pull out from her purse.

“I’m making a damn phone call,” she told me. “What do you think I’m doing?”

When she pulled the harmless cell phone out of her bag, I felt ridiculous.

“Scared motherfucker,” she taunted me. “You need to be scared.”

I couldn’t believe it. The same spirited and playful girl I had talked to just a few hours ago had swung full circle into an erratic and dangerous mind.

She got on the phone and said, “Pam, I can’t wait to talk to you.”

Then she listened. “I’ll tell you, but right now I’m still with the motherfucker. So I gotta wait for him to drop me off.”

I didn’t see why. She was as blatant as you could get while sitting right there in front of me. I guess I had burned that bridge. I was just rushing to get the ashes out of my car at that point.

“Yeah, he’s dropping me back off at Hard Rock Cafe,” she was telling her friend.

I started thinking that maybe I should drop her off around the corner from the cafe to save myself from any more drama. Who knows what her girlfriend would do. So I was speeding and thinking a mile a minute of how to alleviate more problems.

“Hope your ass get a ticket, too,” she huffed.

She was itching for me to drop her ass off in the middle of the highway! It was a good thing I didn’t invite her to my house if that was her attitude. It would have all come out sooner or later.

So I drove her back to the downtown Atlanta area, and I stopped the car a few blocks away from the Hard Rock Cafe.

She looked at me and asked, “What are you doing?”

“The Hard Rock Cafe is right around the corner.”

At first she stared at me. Then she raised her finger to my face.

“Look, you take me back where you picked me up from!”

She was really going overboard. How much abuse did she expect a guy to take? It wasn’t as if I had forced her to suck me off, at least not in the beginning.

I looked away from her and decided to try an extreme approach. I didn’t even bother to face her. That’s how serious I was to keep my sanity in the midst of an insane situation.

I said, “I’m not gonna ask you twice. Now, I think it’s best for both of us if you were to walk back to the cafe yourself.”

She studied my stern face, and gave us both a gift. She climbed out of my car without another word, and slammed my Mercedes door shut. I was quite hot about it, but as long as she didn’t break the door, I was happy that it was over.