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I hefted the last bag into the rear compartment and tried to shut the trunk. It stopped half an inch short. Sighing, I gave the lid a heavy shove. The lock finally engaged with a metallic clunk.
I surveyed the results. What appeared to be the entire contents of an entire apartment filled the rear compartment and most of the back seat. Perhaps a quarter of it was mine. The rest belonged to my passenger for the next week.
I looked over to where she was engaged in a teary goodbye on the sidewalk with her mother. I'd gone through the same thing four years ago with my own family when I headed off to college. I kept my distance till they'd finished; I knew how emotional moms got.
The two separated at last. Mrs. Harris called to me as her daughter walked to the car. "Jacob, you be careful on the road. You've got my baby on board."
"Yes, ma'am," I responded. "I'll take good care of her." I waved goodbye over the roof of the car and then sat down in the driver's seat.
I didn't know my passenger, Marie Harris, all that well. Her brother, Calvin, and I had been buddies since middle school, but the four year difference between us and Marie reduced her to annoying little sister status for our formative years. Consequently, I'd been a little surprised to when Cal informed me that she was now old for college.
Marie was starting an undergraduate program at the same California university where I would be completing my master's degree. Since Marie had to transport a dorm room's worth of stuff cross-country and I was headed the same way in a semi-spacious SUV, Cal figured we could kill two birds with one stone. I certainly couldn't complain about getting half my costs paid for. So I'd agreed.
The passenger door opened and Marie slipped inside. I found myself again marveling at the changes four years could bring. The Marie I vaguely remembered from my high school days had been a somewhat skinny, lanky,awkward thing with big brown eyes. The woman who slid into my front seat was still long-limbed - easily 5'8" or 9" I'd guess, with coffee-hued legs that stretched for days. The awkwardness, however, had disappeared; she moved with a grace that almost suggested she was floating.
Skinny was also not a word that readily applied. Marie had an almost ridiculously tiny waist, but above and below her body flared into curves that could probably stop traffic. I was glad the University T-shirt she wore fit close to her neck; I don't think my gaze could have climbed out of cleavage that deep on our first meeting.
I turned my head as I watched her pull the shoulder strap across her magnificent chest. It'd been weeks since I'd last seen my girlfriend, so my libido didn't need additional temptation. Besides, I was pretty sure that admiring the rack of your best friend's baby sister was a major Bro Code violation.
I waited for the click of the buckle and glanced over at her, keeping my blue eyes on her browns. "Ready to roll?" I inquired.
I hefted the last bag into the rear compartment and tried to shut the trunk. It stopped half an inch short. Sighing, I gave the lid a heavy shove. The lock finally engaged with a metallic clunk.
I surveyed the results. What appeared to be the entire contents of an entire apartment filled the rear compartment and most of the back seat. Perhaps a quarter of it was mine. The rest belonged to my passenger for the next week.
I looked over to where she was engaged in a teary goodbye on the sidewalk with her mother. I'd gone through the same thing four years ago with my own family when I headed off to college. I kept my distance till they'd finished; I knew how emotional moms got.
The two separated at last. Mrs. Harris called to me as her daughter walked to the car. "Jacob, you be careful on the road. You've got my baby on board."
"Yes, ma'am," I responded. "I'll take good care of her." I waved goodbye over the roof of the car and then sat down in the driver's seat.
I didn't know my passenger, Marie Harris, all that well. Her brother, Calvin, and I had been buddies since middle school, but the four year difference between us and Marie reduced her to annoying little sister status for our formative years. Consequently, I'd been a little surprised to when Cal informed me that she was now old for college.
Marie was starting an undergraduate program at the same California university where I would be completing my master's degree. Since Marie had to transport a dorm room's worth of stuff cross-country and I was headed the same way in a semi-spacious SUV, Cal figured we could kill two birds with one stone. I certainly couldn't complain about getting half my costs paid for. So I'd agreed.
The passenger door opened and Marie slipped inside. I found myself again marveling at the changes four years could bring. The Marie I vaguely remembered from my high school days had been a somewhat skinny, lanky,awkward thing with big brown eyes. The woman who slid into my front seat was still long-limbed - easily 5'8" or 9" I'd guess, with coffee-hued legs that stretched for days. The awkwardness, however, had disappeared; she moved with a grace that almost suggested she was floating.
Skinny was also not a word that readily applied. Marie had an almost ridiculously tiny waist, but above and below her body flared into curves that could probably stop traffic. I was glad the University T-shirt she wore fit close to her neck; I don't think my gaze could have climbed out of cleavage that deep on our first meeting.
I turned my head as I watched her pull the shoulder strap across her magnificent chest. It'd been weeks since I'd last seen my girlfriend, so my libido didn't need additional temptation. Besides, I was pretty sure that admiring the rack of your best friend's baby sister was a major Bro Code violation.
I waited for the click of the buckle and glanced over at her, keeping my blue eyes on her browns. "Ready to roll?" I inquired.