After half an hour of saying goodnight and then liplocking for another five minutes without a unmingled breath passing, she finally says, \u201cMy car\u2019s in the lot over there\u2014you want to go park somewhere and fool around for a while?\u201d<\/p>\n
We end up along the river, a narrow strip of land just on the far side of town.\u00a0 She drops her seatback and we start fooling. Her bra is hanging from my neck while I kiss hers and my hand is doing an emery board number on top of her bluejean shorts. Then all at once she grabs my head with both her hands and kisses me so hard I\u2019m afraid she\u2019ll literally suck my teeth from their sockets. It is thrilling and frightening at once, but I kiss her back as hard as I can and after a few seconds, this shared fit passes.<\/p>\n
I begin to unbutton her jeans now. She pulls her mouth away from me for a moment and rasps through deep breaths, \u201cSo you\u2019ve been writing a character like me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh yeah,\u201d I pant, but it\u2019s nonsense. I\u2019ve never even imagined<\/em> anyone like her.<\/p>\n \u201cDid your character ever have her period in your story?\u201d she asks, making sure I understand the implication.<\/p>\n \u201cOh really?\u201d I say.<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, sorry,\u201d she replies. So I stick my hand in anyway, pushing the tampon out of the way, and she nearly explodes. She goes so rigid in the chair it\u2019s like I stuck a rod up the center of her spine. There is a moment of extreme violence as she comes, gasping and yelping like an animal.<\/p>\n I haven\u2019t forgotten this morning\u2019s conversation with Dina, much as I\u2019d like to. No matter how manly I feel at the moment, I\u2019m not about to pass on any frisky creatures to this woman I hardly know. So when she tries to slip her hand into my pants, I say, \u201cMaybe you\u2019d better not,\u201d and she pulls back without comment or slowing down. And then I relax and concentrate on making her a bouncy ball for the duration.<\/p>\n A few minutes later comes the knock on the window.<\/p>\n We both jump at the sound, and immediately I know what it is. Funny how that works\u201430 years since a cop last tapped on my car window, but the memory is fresh<\/em>.<\/p>\n Carlotta rushes to cover up. As I straighten my clothes, I realize we\u2019re in the middle of a monsoon. The storm that trailed me through New Jersey has finally caught up and is dousing the whole area. There is another knock\u2014a bit more assertive this time\u2014at the steamy window. I give Carlotta a look\u2014she is just decent enough\u2014and lower the glass.<\/p>\n \u201cYes officer?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh!\u201d he exclaims. About our age, a bit jowly and thick in the middle, but a friendly face, a small-town cop, of the type I\u2019ve gotten to know from seven years in Sexton. He\u2018s more embarrassed, suddenly, than we are. \u201cUh, I\u2014uh\u2014are you with the party over there?\u201d<\/p>\n I see the campfire, quickly turning to steam, a hundred yards upriver. The kids around it are scattering for cover, but it\u2019s pretty clear we aren\u2019t with them. The cop is buying time, giving himself a moment longer to decide what to do with us.<\/p>\n Carlotta leans across me, her breasts bobbing conspicuously just inside the thin blouse.<\/p>\n \u201cJust trying to get away from the kids for an hour or so, officer,\u201d she says, and I could kiss her on the spot, just for the delivery. Here is the actress in her\u2014the insouciant lean to the window, the sly, insinuating smile, her nipples at just the right angle and temperature, even the little rasp in her voice\u2014it is superb, a ten-second Oscar performance.<\/p>\n And the cop appreciates it to the point of distraction. \u201cWell,\u201d he stammers, \u201cI\u2014uh. Okay. Look\u2014I have to drive over that way, around the canalhouse over there? Just don\u2019t be here when I get back, okay?\u201d His voice drops to a whisper. \u201cAnd see if you can find someplace more discreet.\u201d<\/p>\n It is very sweet, the way he says it, a confidence among friends, or members of the same club\u2014the grownups club. It feels funny, all at once, being a member of that club\u2014I\u2019d been feeling like a teenager again. 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