Kurt held the door for her when they exited, and when they got to the truck he moved crap off the seat so she could sit decently. He kept his mouth shut and got in, and drove carefully out of the parking lot.
Julie said, in a stilted, graceless, and somewhat nasty way, "So what are you doing sitting in a bar in the middle of the day? You retired or something?"
Kurt waited a moment before answering, then glanced down at her legs. She lifted them up and propped her tennis shoes on the dashboard of the truck. He said, "No, I got some stuff to do at my buddy's shop, and I have to wait until three to do it, so I stopped in to say 'Hi' to Tommy. And get your feet off the dashboard." She looked over in angry disbelief, then dramatically folded her legs down, spreading her thighs open when she did. He watched out of the corner of his eye. He continued, "So what's at your friends? Some kind of teenage kegger or something?"
"No," she said, and let it sit like an empty bucket. She suddenly reached out and grabbed his phone, which was sitting on the dashboard, flipped it open, and started pushing buttons.
Kurt got more than a little pissed off and reached for it. The little niece held it away from him and kept looking through it. He said, "What the fuck are you doing? Put that back."
She smirked and said, "Why? Got some dirty pictures in here? Huh?"
Kurt got angry, and while he looked at her he realized the horrible little girl was doing it on purpose. "No, but that's got all my business numbers in it and that's none of your god damn concern, little lady."
She snapped it shut and flung it onto the dashboard; he grabbed it and stuffed it in a seat pocket, away from her. She produced her own keyboard type thing and texted some more, made a face and thrust it in her front pocket, then extended her arm out the window to catch the wind.
As he drove along Kurt stole a couple of glances over at the girl's body, reflecting on her appearance. She wasn't bad at all. She had a rotten personality, the little shit, but for looks, she wasn't less than pretty. During one of the glances she caught him looking and made a face, but then purposefully looked out the window at nothing and carelessly rubbed her crotch. The gesture surprised him, and made him reflect in a somewhat painful manner on the extended dry spell he seemed to be having lately. Some sex would be nice, he thought, and allowed himself a short feeling of desire.
They drove on for a while, silent. Kurt tried not to look at the Julie girl, but a couple of times he would have sworn she looked over at him. "I'm hallucinating," he thought. Then they got near the supplier he didn't need to go to.
"My friends' place is right up here," she said.
He told her, "I know."
She tilted her head around: "Well, well, genius," the gesture said.
In a minute or so they pulled up on the street in front of a yellow ranch house. She pointed a long finger and said, "Pull in the driveway. Their neighbors are all weird and watch cars parked in the street." He didn't move. "Pull in the driveway," she repeated, and he shook his head and did it. She popped out and slammed the door, way too hard, and leaned in the window. "Come on in," she said.
He looked at her in disbelief. "What?"
