Free Wheels of Steel, Book 2 by Pepper Pace Page B

she could do to compliment its soulfulness.
     
     
    “It’s coming along.”
     
     
    “No rush.”
     
     
    “You should do it Friday. It’s a great song.”
     
     
    Jason looked at her. “I could.” He agreed. He had Robin’s part already in the computer’s memory. He could transfer it to Link’s studio. “And no one’s heard it yet but us. Maybe I will.” They got to the classroom and Jason was suddenly bombarded by calls of ‘Top! Where have you been?’ He felt himself relax and for a moment he felt bad about putting his friends from the club on the back burner. But soon he was thinking about Robin and that last kiss that they had shared and he wished that she was back in his lap and that his hands were around her full hips.
     
     
    Patty had not stopped talking about that PDA! Robin had never thought that she would be a girl that could get caught up in a lip lock with a guy out in public. Her mother would be appalled! Mama never liked seeing young people pawing and kissing all over each other. Secretly, whenever Robin would see people kissing and holding hands she always wished that she was that girl.
     
     
    She grinned to herself. Now she was that girl! She turned to Patty. “Oh come on! I’ve seen you and Link kissing. You guys can steam the windows of a jetliner!”
     
     
    Patty grinned proudly. “Link is a good kisser.”
     
     
    “It takes two to kiss…well usually…unless things are really weird. Where are we going, by the way?”
     
     
    “The mall; Florence. Up for a trip to Kentucky?”
     
     
    Robin shrugged. “Yep.” Kentucky was as close as any other neighborhood in Cincinnati. From downtown Cincinnati she could be in Lawrenceburg Indiana where the gambling went on, or Kentucky in mere minutes. Everything was very close. She hopped on the expressway and they drove to the mall while Patty tried to hedge around the subject of the condoms. Finally she just flat out asked.
     
     
    “Magnums???”
     
     
    “Wh-a-?” Robin blushed.
     
     
    “Oh my god, when I saw them in the bag I just bust out laughing and I said, ‘Peter, these can not be for you!’”
     
     
    Robin covered her mouth. “You didn’t say that to his face, did you?”
     
     
    “Yes.” Patty’s eyes twinkled. “But he knows he has a big one, maybe not magnum size but he has the most perfect dick.”
    “Link’s name is Peter?”
     
     
    “Yes. We like using our real names when we’re alone.”
     
     
    “How is that working out for you? You know, coming out and saying that you’re in love.”
     
     
    Patty took a while to answer. She had a thoughtful look on her face. “Honestly…” Her expression had taken on a strange cast.
     
     
    Robin glanced at her as she drove. Was she about to cry? “You okay, Patty?”
     
     
    “Yeah.” She said gruffly. “It’s just that he hasn’t told anyone else how he feels about me. He still flirts with other girls. I mean, I’m not saying that he’s out doing them or anything. But…it still feels weird if he doesn’t even tell anyone that he’s with me--then I wonder, well fuck it all; are we really together or not? Are we just fucking or do we have a thing?!”
     
     
    “Do you want to be his girlfriend; a couple, a romance, holding hands and out in the public kind of relationship?” Robin asked simply. Because her idea is that she had an obligation to make her wants known.
     
     
    “Meh.” Was Patty’s response. Robin had never heard that one before. It sounded almost dismissive. They were pulling into a parking space at Florence Mall before Patty spoke again.
     
     
    “Yes. I want that whole sappy, stupid love thing.”
     
     
    Robin smiled at her. “You should tell him what you want.” The two young women stepped out of the car and Robin locked it.
     
     
    “See,” Patty said. “I’m of an opinion that I shouldn’t HAVE to tell him. HE is supposed to tell me and then I’m supposed to agree or disagree.”
     
     
    Robin