He caught hold of her hand and pulled it into his lap. Glenda gave an exclamation as she felt the throbbing heat of his meaty boner against her unwilling fingers.

"Feel how hard I am, baby!" Hank hissed seductively, making his pecker pulsate as he drew her fingers up and down on it. "Yeah! I need some satisfaction, sugar! C'mon! Why don't you just suck it a little? I swear to God I won't come in your mouth!"

"Oh, goodness, Hank, you are so juvenile!" Glenda exclaimed acidly, jerking back her hand. "Put that thing away at once and drive me home! Honestly, sometimes you are the limit!"

She folded her arms and stared out the window, tapping her foot angrily on the floor of the car. Hank shifted on the seat and she heard him take a gulp from his flask of whiskey.

"God! You really are a boozer! I must be crazy to let you drive me around when you're always drinking like a fish!" Glenda cried.

"Listen, Glenda," Hank said huskily. "You're my girl. You should have some respect. Any other girl would be pleased as punch if I wanted to go out with them."

"Respect?!" Glenda shrieked, her hazel eyes flashing. "You arrogant beast! You should kiss the ground I walk on! I'm going places, Hank Rigorettino, and you don't have any role in my future! Now, you take me home right this minute or I'm walking!"

"Then get out, bitch," Hank snarled, and there was a dark fury in his voice she had never heard before. "Get the fuck out and don't ever come around me any more, you stuck-up cock-tease!"

In the midst of her shock and indignation, Glenda felt a tiny flurry of strange excitement at the pit of her belly. No guy had ever dared talk like that to her before! There was something thrilling about it! She was pissed off, of course, but she was secretly delighted that Hank Rigorettino had shown her that he had balls, after all!