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tap-tap-tap on the window jarred us from our snog
session. After a hard swallow, I looked from the corner of my eye to see a fairly
amused Highway Patrol officer peering into the not yet steamy passenger’s
window. Cyrus lifted his hand from my thigh and pushed the button to lower the
window. Without thinking, I burst into laughter. The mania continues.
    “Sir,” Cyrus nodded.
    I felt my face flush a hideous shade of red. The officer
watched my reaction, very obviously trying to hold back his own laughter.
    “You guys all right?” The officer asked, the corners of his
mouth turned up trying to mask a smirk. But his jaw was set tight, not fully
succumbing to the hilarity he had just encountered. Cyrus and I were two adults
partaking in consensual sex. It just happened to be in public and the middle of
the afternoon.
    I still laughed. I’m sure the officer thought I was stoned
or something. Cyrus kindly remained calm for the two of us. What was he going
to say? ‘I’m sorry officer. You see, my friend here is an idiot and got herself
a hex put on her. She was freaking out so I decided to pull over on the side of
a busy highway to put my dick in her. I thought it’d shut her up.’ Probably not
the best idea. I allowed my laughter to slow to a low rumble and glanced at the
cop to my right. The look on his face told me the explanation I had drudged up
in my head might actually result in a high five and beer on his tab, but I kept
my theory to myself.
    “We’re fine. Sorry, sir. We’ll be on our way.” Cyrus had his
stoic voice on.
    The officer openly smirked, “Just get to where ever it is
you two are headed, and get there safe.”
    Cyrus nodded and I smiled, and the officer gave us one last
up and down before he walked away. For all he knew, we were husband and wife,
young love, fresh and still full of heat and passion. His age suggested that
perhaps he yearned for that heat between him and his own wife. Maybe he’d go
home and try it out for himself. Lord only knew, I was just trying to think of
anything other than Cyrus and his nudity. Oh, and Azelie and her zombie girls.
The simplicity of Mike and his promises of white picket fences might have been
a much better life choice than where my actual decisions had gotten me. I was a
full-fledged moron.
    My face was red and I had dry mouth from laughing like an
idiot. I rubbed the back of my hand across my mouth, rubbing away the tingling
Cyrus had left behind on my lips. My heart skipped back and forth a few times,
reminding me of the anxiety doing cartwheels in my butt cheeks. A part of me
wished the cop would come back to my window and arrest me for being drunk in
public, or under the influence of drugs or something equally untrue. Maybe a
set of heavily barred doors could protect me from the danger of headless dead
things I thought were real and out for me.
    I refused to look directly at Cyrus, choosing instead to
watch the officer walk away in the side view mirror. I could feel him breathing
on the side of my face, but I didn’t turn to meet his eyes. The embarrassment
of post-non-sex, or whatever you’d call it when sex didn’t actually happen, was
thick and slapping me in the face. Fuck, it was practically a mushroom stamp on
my damn forehead. I wanted out of the car, out of my own skin. Shit, I’d have
settled for out of my damn mind at that point. Regardless of the situation,
that cop was right. We needed to stop fucking around and get our asses in gear.
We had a little Mexican boy to track down. Up, up, and away!
    I watched as the cop got into his cruiser. He didn’t start
the engine. He didn’t buckle-up. He just sat there, staring at us. Cyrus stared
at me, from inches away. I stared at the officer. And the officer stared us
both down. Of the three, Cyrus felt the most intimidating. The idea of having
to come face to face with him so immediately after such an intimate moment,
made my palms sweat. It was pretty bad when dealing with men was