"Law?" Lilly looked spooked, and I didn't blame her. Police dragged these dusty back roads all the time looking for people just like me. Lucky for us I know these dusty roads like the back of my hand.
"Its showtime, Darlin." I said, and tossed my cigarette out the window.
My big block roared as I floored it, aiming for the next crossroads before the police got there first. I made the turn onto the dirt road and punched it, leaving a cloud of dust behind us. Then a little ways up I made another quick turn and tucked us into an open gateway.
The spot was big enough to let tractors cross from one field to the other, so there was plenty of room, and the corn was tall, so there was no way they'd see us from the highway. I shut the K5 down and watched the dust settle all around us. My heart was pounding in my chest, but I kept it oh so cool.
Lilly looked terrified, still grabbing the dash.
I turned round in my seat thinking my ass end was hanging out in the dirt road. But we were tucked in nice and cozy.
"Ain't nothing to be scared of Lilly." I told her, "You watch, they're gonna roll right on past us." In the distance, you could hear those police sirens wailing away and getting louder and louder as they got closer.
Lilly slid across the bench toward me, and I held out my arm to let her get cozy. She wrapped herself around my chest and her hair smelled like perfume and dust and sweat. Between the rising sound of the police sirens and that sexy thing nestled up on me, I was starting to get turned on.
When the sirens sounded like they were right on top of us, she whispered into my chest.
"Don't let 'em find me."
And then they sped right on past, just like I said they would. Their sirens were getting quiet again and all was right with the world. I took a deep breath and let it out slow, keeping my eye on the scanner.
After a minute or two, the Bearcat squawked up again.
"Car two and eight east on 92 crossing 192 toward Osceola."
Goddam.
"Goodbye turkeys." I said.
I went to start up the K5 and Lilly sat up, asking me to wait.
Her forehead was scrunched up and she was squirming in her jean shorts. "I need to pee so goddam bad." She popped her door and hopped out.
Then barefoot down the dirt gateway she went. Her shorts were cut so high you could see her ass cheeks popping out the bottoms. Without turning around, she undid her shorts and peeled them down off her round white ass. Then she hunkered down to piss in the dirt between two corn rows.
I figured she could've easily picked one row over where I couldn't see, but I wasn't about to complain. Her ass looked so fine, like an upside-down white heart, and her long blond hair was almost brushing against it.
My jeans were getting tight just watching her.
She stood up after and turned 'round toward me. I watched her pull those cutoffs up over her hips, saw her blonde bush disappear behind the zipper. Then she was walking on tip toe, back to the K5, with those hips swinging ding dang dong.
Once she'd climbed back in she said, "I damn near pissed myself from fright when I heard them sirens." She grabbed my hand and put it inside her vest, right over her left tit. "Feel that? My heart's still going a mile a minute."
I didn't feel nothing 'cept for her soft skin and my jeans getting even tighter.
I told her, "Well, there ain't no need for worry now Lilly, them police is long gone." I fired up the K5 and backed out of the gateway, onto the dirt road. About an eighth of a mile up I turned back on 92 and off we went like nothing happened.
That little detour set us back about ten minutes, but I wasn't worried. I was still making good time. Thinking back to Lilly's sweet ass swinging out there in corn, I could have stayed for another ten minutes easy. I lit up two more Winstons, and passed one to Lilly.
"Thanks Handsome." She smiled, and put her feet back up on the dash. I was thinking, so far this girl was pushing all my good buttons. I wouldn't of minded her sticking around.
When I looked at my gas gauge, I saw there was a quarter tank left. But I knew there was a farmer co-op coming up soon. I'd pull in there and fuel up, maybe get a couple Cokes while I was at it.
The filling station was on the right. One of those general store, farmer supply ones. I pulled up to the pumps, and heard the bell ding inside the shop. Some pump jockey, maybe twelve years old come running up to my window and I told him to fill it up. Told him there was a dollar in it for him if he washed the windows and fetched us two Cokes. He started filling and ran off back to shop.
Goddam it was hot. The K5 was cooking inside, we were like ants under a magnifying glass.
"That was some pretty slick driving back there." Lilly said, fanning her chest with her hand, "What are you, some kind of movie stuntman or something?"
The pump jockey come running back, and passed me the two Cokes. I handed him a hundred dollar bill.
"Maybe in another life Darlin." I said, passing her one of the bottles. The Coke was ice cold and went down so nice. Lilly was wiping her forehead with the cold glass.
"Lord, it's hot." She said. The pump jockey wiped down my mirror, then ran around back to the canopy window. Lilly's chest was shiny with sweat and I could see beads of it running down her legs from behind her knees into her jean shorts.
The pump jockey ran around her side and wiped down her mirror, then grabbed a stool and started on Lilly's side of the windshield.
She slipped the bottle of Coke down the top of her vest, right in between her tits. She put her head back and let out a little sigh of relief. Then she caught that boy red handed, gawking at her through the soapy window.