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woods, Lee in the passenger seat, when I finally just had to look.

I glanced over at her.

Between two buttons of her blouse, the fabric was pursed like vertical,
parted lips. Looking in, I could see the side of her right breast. Her
bare breast, smooth and pale in the shadows. Not very much of it
actually showed--a crescent maybe hall an inch wide, at most.

But much too much.

All of a sudden, I couldn't hear a word Lee was saying. I kept
steering us along the road, smiling and nodding and turning my head to
look at her first at her face to make sure she wasn't watching me, then
at the curve of her exposed breast.

I felt breathless and hard and guilty.

But I couldn't stop myself.

Suddenly, she yelled, "Watch out!" and flung her hands out to grab the
dashboard.

My eyes jerked forward in time to see a deer straight ahead of us. I
swerved and the deer bounded out of the way and I missed it just fine.
But then I couldn't come out of the turn fast enough. I took out a
speed limit sign.

We weren't hurt, though.

Next thing! knew, Lee and I were standing side by side in front of the
truck, looking at its smashed headlight.

"I'm really sorry," I said.

"That's okay, honey," she said. "These things happen."

"Danny's gonna kill me."

She patted me on the back and said, "No, he won't. We'll just keep
this between the two of us."

"But he'll see the damage."

"Let's you and I just forget you had a driving lesson today. Danny'll
think I'm the one who crashed. That'll suit him just fine, anyway."
She

smiled at me. "You know how he loves to whine about 'women
drivers.""