“Is that so? Well then maybe we’ll do this again real soon,” she said as I opened the car door for her.

“You won’t be able to keep me away from you,” I said with my lips close to hers.

“We’ll see,” she said, without kissing me and got in the car. I shut the door and came around to the driver’s side thinking that she was right. Tomorrow would come and I’d back to doin’ what I do and not thinkin’ ’bout dinner, the theater and dancin’.

I started the car, but before I put the car in gear I turned to look at her. “You are so beautiful,” I told her, because she was. I drove off thinking that she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever met, and I’ve met and had some beauties. “I can’t wait to get you home, baby.”

“I don’t want to go there. Why can’t you just stay here with me?”

“It’s cool, baby, trust me.”

“Michael, what’s going to happen when we get there?”

“I’m gonna ease you out of that sexy black dress.”

“That’s not what I’m talkin’ about and you know it. What’s going to happen when we get there?”

I gripped the stirring wheel tighter. “You let me worry about that.”

“I don’t wanna go.”

“Why not?”

“You know what’s gonna happen when we get there.”

“Nothin’s gonna happen when we get there.”

“Not right away, but it’s gonna happen.” She put her hand on my face. I love it when she does that. “Bart is gonna be there, baby. And he is gonna kill me.”

“No he’s not. I got him this time,” I said and kissed her hand.

“That’s what you said last time, Michael.”

“I got a plan this time.”

“You had a plan the last time and he still killed me. Let’s not go home, baby. We could have so much fun if we. .”

“I have to do this, baby,” I told Cassandra as we pulled up in front of our house. The television was on in the living room and I could see what looked like Bart's silhouette standing off in the corner. I got out of the car and came around to let her out.