Free BeForeplay by Josie Charles

into the
driveway from the garage.
    I watch Sam's face as he walks through the
yard. I love the look on people's faces when they see my car. I
know girls shouldn't love their cars like I do, but I can't help
it. She has so many great memories and is so beautiful.
    My guess is Danny didn't mention my baby to
him. Yup. I'm a proud mama .
    The look on his face is priceless. He's
stunned. He gets in and looks around the inside without saying a
word. He’s rubbing the leather on the seat and a slow smile creeps
across his lips.
    "Let me tell you about my baby. She's a 1970
Chevelle LS6 with a 454 4 speed, and is about as bad ass as they
come. I had her painted Cherry Candy Red with a high-gloss for
depth. I want people to see her and feel like they could stick
their hand in the paint. I also bought the softest leather I could
find for the seats."

SAM
    I'm impressed with this girl. She's
beautiful. She has long dark brown hair, light blue eyes, and lips
that are begging to be kissed. She’s maybe five foot three, thin
like a runner, a decent rack, a great ass, and her face isn't
painted all up. Plus her car is fucking awesome!
    Something has to be seriously wrong with her.
Why else is she single? She's beautiful, seems nice, speaks
intelligently, and has a man’s wet dream of a car. I’d bet she is
C.R.A.Z.Y. Danny has only said good things about her though.
    "If I'm really, really nice will you let me
drive back?" I ask her hoping to test out the speed.
    "Not a chance in hell! Ask Danny. He's been
begging for a year now. No way! Not happening. She's my baby. If
something happens to her at the hands of someone else, I'd
literally hurt someone."
    "Okaaay." I’m a little shocked at how
attached she is to this car.
    We pull in the parking lot of the liquor
store, get out and go in. She grabs a buggy so I walk along with
her. She’s putting all sorts of stuff in the cart. Three cases of
different kinds of beer. Vodka, tequila, gin, mixers and sodas.
    “Damn girl! Please tell me you’re not going
to drink all of that by yourself. Or are you having a party
too?”
    “No. Just a couple things I’ll drink but I
needed to stock the house back up for when I have company.”
    “Good. You had me scared for a minute.”
    I grab a couple cases of beer and we head to
the checkout. When we get to the counter the cashier says, “Hey,
Cherry. How’re you doing?” Cherry?
    She smiles at him and replies, “I’m good,
Jim. Can I get a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue Label, please?”
    Damn! She must make some good money. I wonder
what she does. She has an expensive home and vehicle. I know she’s
single and lives alone.
    I don’t have to wait long because a minute
later I have my answer.
    When Jim gets the bottle and starts ringing
her up he asks, “Will you be at the strip…”
    I shut down as soon as I hear the word strip.
Yup. I knew it. She's a stripper. Fuck the luck.
    There’s nothing wrong with strippers, just
the crazy ones I’ve fucked, so I have sworn off fucking strippers
all together. Damn it! Nope, no it doesn’t matter how put
together she looks or is, I'm not going there EVER. AGAIN. She just
got put in the friend zone.
    When she's paid, I check out and we leave. I
load everything in the trunk and we head back to the house.
    I have to say I'm a bit disappointed. How
could I not be? I know one thing, I'm going to throttle Danny. He
never said anything about her profession. I ask him to
introduce me to someone and this is what he does to me. I bet he’s
laughing his fucking ass off. Bastard!
    Sidney glances over at me on the drive and
asks, "How long are you staying with Danny and Tasha?"
    "The whole two weeks. I prefer to stay with
friends. I love my parents but they're used to it being just the
two of them. Sometimes they forget I'm home on leave and I do
not want a repeat of what happened the last time I came home.”
I shudder just having to say it. “I have cousins that I'm close
with. They're like brothers to