She crawled up against me, her hands clinging to my arm. She said, “Pull off to the side of the road and kiss me.”
I pulled off to the side of the road and kissed her. It was quite a kiss.
Ahead, on the right, I saw the neon sign, ‘KOZY DELL SLUMBER COURT’ and down underneath it a sign that said, ‘Vacancy’.
“Drive on slow,” she said.
I drove on.
“Stop the car,” she commanded. “Right here.”
“What’s the matter?”
“I don’t feel well. I’m... Oh, Donald, I’m so lonesome, and I’m afraid I’m going to have a horrible hangover tomorrow. Drive off the road,” she said. “Here, drive in here.”
“That’s an auto court.”
“Well?” she asked.