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The Ride Home: Chapter One
Chapter One: Just Friends
“Wow finally!” I said as wepassed into Florida. My co-worker smiled back at me. We had just been out of town for her birthday. She wanted to go to a massive concert in Atlanta.
“Just another five hours to go.” she said a bit too loud.
“Shhh!” I shouted back at her. She looked into the back seat of my SUV.
Henry, her boyfriend, was passed out in the second back seat. My SUV had two independent seats right behind the driver and passenger, then a bench seat behind those.
This was Henry’s first time at an outdoor concert, between the sun, loud techno/dance music, and the beers. It was too much for him.
“He is still knocked out.” she laughed.
“Light weight.” I laughed.
“No shit.” she laughed with me.
Gillian and I had worked together for over eight years. Even though we were in our early thirties, we still partied as much as possible.
Gillian was only five foot two but always wore boots with heels, which were now sitting on my dashboard. She always wore short skirts that came down just above her knees.
Gillian was highly busty for her height and weight, which she used to her full advantage. Even when we worked on the night…
