GPS
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2024 by Mat Twassel
“A GPS thingy? For me?”
“For your ride home. Isn’t it a beauty? It’s fully featured. Maps. Directions. Everything. It can even—”
“Is it ready to go? What do I do, just press this button?”
“No, that’s the ... wait. Stop.”
Sultry salesgirl voice: record button. See, if you’re driving along and you get this inspiration for the great American novel, or whatever. Say you just remember you need a loaf of bread. Or you see a pretty tree.
Him: Or a really pretty girl.
Salesgirl: chuckles
Him: Like you.
Salesgirl: You’re making me blush.
Him: Nice feature. So how much for this model?
Salesgirl in flirty voice: Very reasonable.
Him: How reasonable?
Salesgirl in shy voice: Eighteen kisses?
Him: That sounds attractive.
Salesgirl in teasing voice: Eighteen kisses and two fucks.
Him: Hm. Does that make thirty-six kisses in all?
Salesgirl: Don’t forget the two fucks.
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