Sorry Cher, there are very few things that could trump your having the top Thursday slot… but this week there just is.

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Last Saturday I was out with a friend until around 11ish. As I was driving home I pulled up to a red light, looked over at the car next to me and saw this girl sitting by herself in the driver’s seat, obviously quite content with whatever was on the radio. This girl was remarkably beautiful. I mean hot. Not ooh hot, not ouch hot, not uh oh hot, not even damn hot. I’m talkin within degrees of the sun hot. The hottest hot squared.

I stared and stared until I finally caught her eye. She looked over and shot a big, gorgeous smile just as the light turned.

Green light.

I continued to drive next to her, hoping another light would turn red.

Red light.

Idling side by side again, she looked over at me, tilted her head forward with a devious little grin and began to fuss with the back of her shirt.

Green light.

As we both started to drive she grabbed the steering wheel with both hands, tossed her head back and laughed. I’m pretty sure she was laughing at me: this dude with eyeballs the size of plates and whose jaw had dropped to the road.  I continued to drive at her pace. And even though she never looked over she knew I was right there.

Red light.

My face was plastered to the window, like a puppy that wants in, waiting for her to give me some attention. Without ever looking over at me, her passenger window started to roll down as she gave me that hand gesture to roll my window down too.

With both of our windows wide open I just sat there staring at her with nothing in between us. She never looked over. I could hear her radio and I could clearly see her cocky little grin with detail. Right before the light turned green, and I am talking under a second’s time here, she flung her wrist towards me. In this sort of slow motion moment something black and lacy came hurling at me and into my car. When it finally landed it swirled and twisted itself around the stick shift.

Green light.

She looked over at me and winked proudly. I wrapped my hand around her bra to shift and we both took off.

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