"I think I'd better drive," Nora said as Jim walked in swerves and circles, still dazed. “Keys, please?”
Jim blinked as he fished in his pocket for the truck keys. “Here ya go,” he rasped, handing her the key ring.
Nora smiled as she took the keys. “I’m sorry about
“Yeah,” he whispered, tearing up a bit. “Me, too.” He was amazed at how thoroughly he managed to ruin a great relationship with one stupid gift.
Nora was settling into the driver’s seat as he thought, her bare ass sticking to the leather seat. She adjusted it for her smaller height, and drove them both to Jim’s house without a word.
They reached Jim’s driveway, and Nora shut off the engine. They both sat in silence for several minutes. Nora nervously brushed her curly brunette locks out of her face. “Jim?”
The young man sighed in response. “I’m feeling better now. I’ll get your clothes, and give you a lift home.”
Nora looked away for a moment. “Um, Jim, would you…”
“What, Nora, what?” Jim’s voice rose in anger and frustration. “Put off feeling sad about my breakup to whip up some werewolf formula for you? Is that all you want from me?!”
The naked girl pressed herself against the Blazer door. She looked scared, on the verge of tears. “I don’t care about that, Jim! I just wanted to know if you wanted me to stay the night? I mean, if you wanted someone to talk to, that’s all.”
Jim looked up toward Nora.
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