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“How long do womenusually breast feed for?”

Sway shrugged. “Fuck ifI know. I’m hungry.”

While we were makingour way home from the ultrasound, Sway was exceptionally horny. It took some herculeanself-restraint not to find a bathroom with her when her hand was running up anddown my thigh as we waited for Dr. Sears, we couldn’t keep our hands toourselves lately, probably because of the three week separation we just enduredand the fact that I was once again, leaving tomorrow for another three weeks.

Once we were on theroad, Sway unbuckled her seat belt to unzip my pants.

She moaned, fuckingmoaned, when the unbuckled my belt. “I love the sound of your belt clanking.”She looked up at me. “It reminds me of that first night in Charlotte.”

I smiled but was toofocused on what she was about to do to answer.

Reclining the seat backslightly, I gave her more room to do her thing. I was all for a little micropolishing. I do have to admit that it was rather difficult to concentrate ondriving with her mouth wrapped around me.

Althoughthat didn’t stop myconscience from telling me this was a very bad idea. Because it was indeed averybad idea to be doing this, but there I was with my pants unzipped and mypregnant fiancée stretched across the center console of the car with her headin my lap.

I cradled the back ofher head in my hand as she slid her mouth up and down. It wasn’t until I wasgroaning and begging her to continue that I realized we were approaching townwith a restricted school zone.

“Not again,” I groanedas I slowly brought the car to a stop. Sway chuckled softly at my sudden roadrage.

In the tiny of Elma,population 3,049, you wouldn’t think it was possible to have a traffic jam,every day, in the exact same spot, no matter what time of the day it was.

But alas, there I wasonce again, a mere mile from the Elma Post Office and sitting in the bottleneckthinking of how good this felt and how embarrassing it would be if we werecaught. Just as I was thinking I should have her stop, since we are in themiddle of town, she doubled her efforts causing me to throw my head against theheadrest and moan.

“Jesus...Sway...”I groaned tangling my hands in her hair.

She laughed.

Traffic started movingagain so I decided to pull off W. Main Street and take E.WaltripRoad to avoid being caught by Sheriff Taylor. At least I thought I did.

As I started to get thetightening in my stomach and any will I had to have her stop was now gone, Inoticed the buildings going by at an alarming rate. I was doing nearly ninetymiles an hour andnowsee flashing lights behind me.

“Fuck,” I groanedwondering how much trouble we would get in for this, most likely speeding andprobably indecent exposure. When I looked up, I realized that I hadnottaken E.WaltripRoad like I thought but was nowdirectly in front of the elementary school. Apparently, my mind was elsewhereandnoton navigating through town to avoid this.

“Sway,” I tried to pullher up but I think she got the impression I was trying to warn her of what wasabout to come. Which I was, but clearly we weren’t thinking about the same typeof coming. And yet again, she doubled her efforts making me gasp out loud.

I looked up to see thatschool was now being let out. So there we were surrounded by nine year olds,shaking with laughter as they watched Sheriff Taylor exit his cruiser, swinginghis completely-unnecessary-for-Elma-night-stick as he slowly approached my car.

My first instinct wasto laugh at the situation, and the ridiculous scene as it played out before thewhole town, including a group of nine year olds.

Everyone knew SheriffTaylor had a total dislike for Spencer, Sway and me, not that his hate for uswas unwarranted. We certainly did cause a shitload of problems for him when wewere growing up, but come on, we were kids, right?

The fine officers ofthe Elma Police Department had detained me and Sway numerous times and chargedus with a few offenses but I had a feeling this wouldn’t be easily explained tomy sponsors or my dad. I could just see the headlines of:NASCAR superstargets pulled over while getting micro polishing.

Well clearly itwouldn’t say that, but it might as well.

The Sheriff continuedhis march toward the car. I realized the only way to get Sway to stop was tophysically pull her on her.

“Sway, get up.” Idemanded tugging on her shoulders. I hated saying it because honestly that hadto be some of the best micro polishing she has done. The fact that we wereabout to get caught made it sexy as hell.

“Why?” she askedsitting up but still leaned over the console.

Just as I wasfrantically zipping my pants, the Sheriff took the stick and rapped it againstmy window, as if I didn’t know he was there.

“That’s why.”

Comprehension flashedacross Sway when she finally noticed Taylor standing there. Falling back in herseat, shetried, and I will saytriedbecause it was a doomedeffort at that point to straighten out her clothing and make it look like shewasn’t just micro polishing. Her hair was all over the place, her face flushed,lips were swollen and bright red. Like I said, it was a doomed effort.

Needless to say, evenin my moment of sheer panic, this was unbelievably entertaining to watch.