The Way it is Now Ch 8

CH8

Philip entered the expressway. Sarah, feeling very pleased with herself sat beside him. Holding his right with her left hand on the shared console. The radio playing some music she didn’t know. But she liked it. Knowing they needed to shop. But not for what, with no clue where they were headed. Her display in the Ihop for that girl had her giddy. Sarah knew about exibitionism. She had been put on display for her mother’s “friends” often enough. She didn’t usually enjoy it. But today was very different. She knew she would do it again. Probably often. She dozed in her contentment enjoying the ride.

Philip would steal glances at his companion. Her arm mostly exposed to the skin. As her dress had puffed shoulders but short sleeves. He admired the well traced lines of petite feminine muscle. Then her legs. Her skirt having ridden above her knees. Covered in the tight white fabric he knew to be thigh highs. Not tights or plain socks, allowed her calves some serious definition.

In the Day and a half since they first met He can’t stop thinking how beautiful she is. That DaVinci himself couldn’t have sculpted a more perfect form. Over and over he’s been wondering what she did for to stay so fit if she were stuck inside by herself most days

They drove for about 45 minutes as she dosed. Turning off the exit and traveling west amid horse farms and scattered houses. He pulled into a parking area with a large pole barn type building. Sarah came out of her haze slowly. Stretching big with an exaggerated cat-like noise. Something between a purr and a growl. Philip laughed at her. She mock smacked his arm smiling.

“Quit! I guess I was ready for a nap. Where are we Daddy?”

She leaned over and pecked his cheek. Grinning, showing off her angelic face.

“An Amish family’s carpentry business. Technically they aren’t supposed to work Sundays. But the showroom is open to the public.”

He exited the SUV and scurried around to get her door for her. She had already half climbed out of her side when he chased her for being impatient. Catching on, she giggled as she pulled her leg back in and closed the door.

“Thank you Philip” she said, as he got the door wide enough for her to step out. Shadowed heads appearing in the window. Obviously, people inside curious who has come driving an obviously very expensive car. She would have given him a kiss. But he had stood behind the door. A very large shield. He, pretending to be her servant. Not her lover.

She stepped to the door and waited as he closed the SUV and then come round to open the showroom.