The Drive_(0)
Drive I knew Phil was feeling a bit frisky as we were driving home after our meal. I’d been teasing him all night and as I’d drunk my third glass of wine I’d told him that I’d taken off my thong the last time I went to the bathroom. He’d raised his eyebrows as though he didn’t believe me, so I reached into my bag and took out my silky white thong. When passed it to him under the table his face was a picture, to say the least. That set the tone for the evening. Since that moment he hadn’t stopped smiling that secretive smile I loved so much, and I knew that he was planning something. So here we were, on our way home. Phil was just sitting there smiling quietly to himself, …