WHO: Ian and Nona WHEN: Friday, Dec 14, late WHERE: Ian's house WHAT: Illicit secret dating, and whatnot. AKA, finding various places to hide and/or screw. WARNING: Low to start, possibly high for gratuitous prettiness and nudity later
There she was, sitting in the gorgeous pre-warmed Xterra she'd gotten for her birthday last year just to listen to the rest of the song on the radio, the hint of a smile remained on her face, having been plastered there since she left her house five minutes earlier. The plan had all come together in a matter of hours, but it was easy enough and fairly uncomplicated. As almost always, it required Hunter's cooperation, but that thanks to a little financial help in a touchy situation for her friend, that was in the bag also. What were girlfriends for, anyway? It wasn't the first time Nona had lied to her parents, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.
When the DJ finally returned, she cut power to the engine and stuffed her keys in the pocket of her coat, a bright red wool trench that hugged her waist, flared at the thighs, and she'd earned through a series of good paper grades in the last semester. It was an early Christmas present, so to speak. So was what lie beneath it. But that wasn't for her.
Clicking the locks down with her remote, the SUV barked a brief life to show the security system had engaged, the reigning prom queen and easily most recognizable high school student in Crow's Landing adjusted an over-night bag on her shoulder, and hopped in her knee-high boots over the curb that lead away from Hunter's house, directly in front of her. Instead, she headed for the street, and the car that waited there for her; the hint of a smile already starting to widen.