Under a streetlight, no sudden moves. Looking like a lost motorist. Give directions, he thought, like a good girl. Don't be scared, he said to himself.
She walked back and leaned over to peer into the window. Even with the streetlight, he flicked on the dome. The girl was a good yard onto the sidewalk, not getting within reach of the window. Not yet.
"Excuse me, ma'am," he started. She smiled at that. Good.
God. He swallowed. Braces.
-- Carnal Knowledge, by Don Norum
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