Under Surveillance

Misty gave her directive, “Call. Dave. Home,” and the car’s bluetooth obliged…”Calling Dave. Home.” “Yell-o…’sup, hon?” “Drivin’.” “And?” “Just stuck in traffic, bored outta my mind.” “Ahhh…lookin’ for some action, eh?” “Yep.” “I could probably swing somethin’.” “Oh, yeah?” “Yeah.” “Like what?” “Like…where are you?” “Near exit 277. But, we’re at a crawl…and I’m wearing…

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