The Select
“Good driving weather.
"Are you sure you don't want some company?" Tim said, leaning against the driver's door of his car and speaking through the open window. "I'll even do the driving." "Any other time and I'd say yes," Quinn said as she adjusted the seat belt. "But this is personal." He reached through the window and gripped her shoulder. His voice rose in a panicky quaver.
"Oh, no, Quinn! Not another abortion. This makes three this year! I told you I'd stand by you!" A fellow student who had... a seat near hers in histology lab was passing nearby. His head whipped in their direction and he almost tripped on the curb, but he recovered and hurried past.
Quinn fixed her eyes straight ahead as she felt her cheeks go crimson. She tried to keep her voice level.
"I hate you, Timothy Brown. It's as simple as that. Even if you lend me this car every day for the next four years, I will still hate you forever." He flashed his boyish smile and slapped the roof.
"Take good care of Griffin for me, drive carefully, and wear shorts more often—you've got dynamite legs." Her cheeks didn't cool until she reached the highway, then she smiled and shook her head.MoreLess
"Are you sure you don't want some company?" Tim said, leaning against the driver's door of his car and speaking through the open window. "I'll even do the driving." "Any other time and I'd say yes," Quinn said as she adjusted the seat belt. "But this is personal." He reached through the window and gripped her shoulder. His voice rose in a panicky quaver.
"Oh, no, Quinn! Not another abortion. This makes three this year! I told you I'd stand by you!" A fellow student who had... a seat near hers in histology lab was passing nearby. His head whipped in their direction and he almost tripped on the curb, but he recovered and hurried past.
Quinn fixed her eyes straight ahead as she felt her cheeks go crimson. She tried to keep her voice level.
"I hate you, Timothy Brown. It's as simple as that. Even if you lend me this car every day for the next four years, I will still hate you forever." He flashed his boyish smile and slapped the roof.
"Take good care of Griffin for me, drive carefully, and wear shorts more often—you've got dynamite legs." Her cheeks didn't cool until she reached the highway, then she smiled and shook her head.MoreLess
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