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locked right on
his.
    Okay, the Mustang, silver with a black
hood stripe, was unmistakable—but his guts flipped over when he saw
her smile and wave. Holy crap, he had to restrain his glee—it was
like he wanted to rub his hands together and cackle like a mad
scientist.
    Hold that
thought.
    “ Hey.” Kim’s door thudded
into place and he repressed a wince. “Oh, sorry. I guess I didn’t
need to slam it that hard. So, where is this place?’
    Brandon pulled it into drive and
checked over his shoulder carefully, as there were buses and
jay-walkers all over the place now that the day was over. He pulled
into the lane. He gave Kim a sidelong glance.
    There were those legs. Oh! My God. No
razor burn…no suspicious-looking black specks all over the upper
legs. Her face was smooth, relatively makeup-free today, and in
this light it was definitive. He gave the throttle a little squirt,
burning a bit of rubber at the intersection, giving Kim a look of
pure, masculine masterfulness.
    “ Nice.” She was checking
out the dashboard and the interior.
    He nodded with a wink, settling down
again for the drive.
    Hopefully his faith would be
justified.
    “ Yeah, it’s not too far.
Out on the outskirts, up in the Pines area.” This was an
upper-class enclave, with hills, a few babbling brooks coming down
out of the highlands and a string of nature trails and small public
parks. “But first, what do you want to eat?”
    “ Oh, God. I don’t care. I
am famished, though.” Kim gave him a famished look and a squeeze of his right
knee.
    Brandon said a silent little prayer
and headed for the nearest commercial strip, sure that they would
find something in the way of fast food that they could both agree
on.
    He already had four cans of beer and a
small bottle of a fairly dry white wine in the plastic cooler that
was supposed to be for work, but lately he’d just been eating off
the gut-wagon.
    Stuck for small talk, he joked around
with Kim and told her all about it.
    A highly-polished contraption on the
back of a flat-bed pickup truck, they served sandwiches wrapped in
cellophane, big hunks of heavy cake with even heavier icing,
presented the same way, even little paper bowls of Jello. Then
there was the half-pints of chocolate milk on machine-made ice
chips, sitting right on the end in a big steel tub.
    They didn’t even have a cash register.
The attendant had a pen and paper and was good at adding figures in
their head, and everything was rounded-off to the nearest
dollar.
     
    ***
     
    Brandon and Kim sat in the still
evening air, not much bothered by flies and mosquitoes. The picnic
table was thirty yards from his car and other people, a family of
five, couples, a few single folks, came and went.
    A popular trail for walking dogs, it
was also a fairly busy place, as these places tended to be in good
weather. Brandon loved the escarpment in all seasons, and had spent
some time on lonelier days hiking good sections of the trail
system. There was a nice casual air to what they were doing,
unforced.
    It was a natural act, and a good thing
to do.
    They were eating KFC, greasy but also
strangely intimate. You sort of had to let your hair down—and eat
the stuff with your fingers.
    Kim’s wonderful eyes took in the
surroundings, tall trees and lush green grass neatly-tended, hills
and dales, with the roar of the cataracts off behind her in the
distance.
    “ This is really
beautiful.”
    Brandon nodded.
    “ Yeah. I’m looking forward
to it.”
    Kim’s collar was buttoned up to the
top, but it ended well below where the Adam’s apple should have
been, or would be in a male. The scent had impressed him at first
as a feminine one…and of course then the doubts crept in as anyone
could wear a scent.
    Either way, that lack of a bump in the
throat didn’t prove anything, although Brandon couldn’t immediately
recall the name of the procedure. He knew they had one, and so the
doubts and questions continued. It was expensive, elective