The taillights of the cars up ahead looked like a long procession of winking red eyes. By rights the city should have melted or flared up like a struck match by now. xxx sex “The thing God doesn’t understand,” the Driver was saying, “is that he made you more like me than like himself.”
“Is that so?” James said, as sweat down the back of his neck. This heat kills.”
Sweat rolled down James’ temples. She shivered in his arms. S’not good for you, man. An old man pushed an ice cream cart down the street, wiping his brow with his apron. He could do whatever he wanted. Then Satan answered the LORD, and said, From going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it.”
-Job, 1:7
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It was the heat’s fault. “I didn’t think to ask.”
“Kind of an invasion of privacy, isn’t it?”
“I guess.” He looked out the window; they’d crossed a lot of ground in a short amount of time. “I built it myself.”
“It’s…cozy,” James said
“Do you want something to drink? James didn’t mind the gridlock so much, but he couldn’t get away from the heat. His fingers gripped the headboard so tight he worried he might bruise them. Where did it all go?”
“Here,” the Driver said, grinning. Stay a while?”
“Am I staying a while?” James said, taking a sip. The Driver seemed to eye him behind his sunglasses, then shrugged
