Red – Part 1 – Sara’s drive home

It was already past 3:00 when Sara left Brian’s apartment, walking briskly to her car. He had begged her to come by for a quickie before she headed back to her home in north Jersey, and she was glad she had. She’d met Brian two months earlier when she returned to the university in Richmond for summer school. She was determined to get her accounting degree in 3 years, complete her masters, and she’d be set to take over her dad’s accounting firm in Hoboken. Brian was a 29 year old painting contractor and he, high on his stepladder painting the ceiling of her apartment hallway, had caught her eye when she stepped off the elevator. She was the only one on her floor at the time, having returned a week earlier than all of her classmates. Small talk led to coffee, which lead to dinner, then resulted in wild passionate lovemaking for the entire summer session. Brian being 10 years older, had diligently schooled Sara in all the ways of lovemaking. She loved his rugged 6’ muscular body and he was first attracted by her long tan legs. Although highly intelligent, she was ditzy and one of the most gullible girls he’d ever met. He loved her for it!

Mid-August in central Virginia was sweltering and Sara was sweating as she squeezed her tall frame in her cherry red ’99 Toyota Corolla. “Red” as it was affectionately referred. After 218K miles, the A/C on Red, the hand-me-down from her ever-thrifty dad, barely worked so the windows were down as she turned onto I-95 for her 5 hour drive home. That’s 5 hours on a good day. On Friday afternoon at 3:15 that time could double if there were accidents.