Re: [In-person: Sam & Cris]
[He knew she was looking at his ass. Call it a sixth sense, huh? Or maybe he just knew his wife good. That and she was stringing herself behind Cris at enough of a distance, that he was suspect. The guy wasn't surprised when Sam pressed up against him as he locked the door. He glanced at her, where she perched chin on shoulder, and he grinned. He knew Sam was still sad or upset or still feeling stuff from earlier, but he liked it when she joked.] If I say yeah, you're gonna make me give you a name and address, so you can go give 'em what they deserve, [he teased. But, softer he said:] Just you, huh?
[Then the gringa was slapping his ass and running on ahead. Cris gave a 'hey!' but she was already outta his grasp. He'd just hafta remember to get back at her later. He smiled nice as he climbed into the car too. Sam tuned on music and turned down the windows, and it was nice, huh? A lil interlude. The night air that washed in was dark and cool, and you could feel fall was on its way, even with all the hot sticky days.—Cris didn't talk during the ride, not 'less Sam did. He just enjoyed it, and after a few minutes, he parked the car at Makeout Point. They'd just borrow a canoe, huh? Make sure it was back come morning.
The guy put up the windows, cut the engine, and got out. He stretched a lil bit. There were a couple other cars, but the occupants were real busy. Cris smiled at Sam and took her hand again, if she let him, and he led her down to the water's edge as he looked around for somebody's moor. In the summer, there were usually boats just dragged up onto the sand by kids who planned on running back out in the morning. Repose was a small enough town that nobody really cared for locking stuff up. There were a couplea kayaks nearby, yellow and turned on their sides, and a lil ways further down an ancient green canoe, with one oar stowed under the seats and the other in the sand.] There's our ride.