Don't Be A Prude

Vera

Lorna, riding shotgun, slaps a fresh round into her revolver and grins. “So, we’re really going after him, huh? Little street brat thinks he can waltz in and play hero with Ember? That’s cute.” She smiles as I hammer down on the accelerator of the car I stole from my son’s lot.

I can see fine....mostly.

And I’m sitting on a pretty thick book.

I laugh, one hand on the wheel, the other tapping