He wouldn't be real nice to me if I talked down about his friends to him.

They knew that I didn't like them too much either… but they were polite enough to me… until that night, anyway.

Johnny finished chewing up what was in his mouth and then he said to me, "That's not what they're talking about. They can see we're having a snack. They want to know what we was doing before we came here."

I smiled my prettiest. I was pissed inside, but I knew better than to show it.

"We went out for a ride."

"Yeah," said Johnny, "and after we rode around for about five minutes, we got to where we were going and then we fucked."

The three of them started to snicker. Bill said, "Oh, gosh… I reckon we shouldn't have pried, huh?"

"Why not. I did. Hey Junella, show them your hickey."

Well, my cheeks were already burning, and I was just about fit to be tied, and I got real pissed and just up and poured my Coke over Johnny's head.

Bill and Hank and T-Bird just stared in silence, saying nothing at all. Everybody knew about Johnny's temper.

I turned to Hank and I said, "Would you please get out of the way of the door. I'm getting out."

"The fucking hell you are," said Johnny, calm as he could be.

"Don't you say a word to me, Johnny Waddell! You're an uncouth pig, and you aren't fit to be let outside without a leash and a muzzle."

And then, I slapped him.

By this time, some other people nearby noticed what was going on.

Johnny turned to T-Bird and said, "Ernie, take this for me, would you," handing him the curb-service tray that had been fixed to the window, "and pay for the bill. We'll settle later."

He started the car.

"You let me out of here, Johnny Waddell," I said, and then opened the door.

He reached for my dress and jerked me back onto the seat, tearing the material.

"You aren't going anywhere. Hank, shut the door."