Bobby loved his new ride. The old man had finally come through.
He spent time getting ready for his conquest.
Kathy had her doubts. Bobby was kind of shallow. Stuck on himself. But she was ready.
“Bobby, there’s nothing but woods out here. Turn around.”
Grinning, he parked, threw his arm over her shoulders, and leaned in for a kiss.
Her knee found its mark. The heel of her right hand slammed his chin up: her elbow wrecked his gut. Panting and groaning, he didn’t feel so amorous.
Kathy glared. “Now take me home, you creep!”
Note: My first draft was 187 words. It was like bleeding to cut 87 words out. One of these days I’m going to have to come back to this and develop it. The characters I drew in the first draft were so much fun:) But here it is,
words. It CAN be done!