Kris got a Porsche from the garage and drove down to the DMV. She knew someone there who should be able to track this Chevy down. Unfortunately...
"She's away on vacation," said the fat bureaucrat. He leered at Kris. "Name's Sam. I'm filling in for your friend. Maybe I can help you instead."
Kris was disappointed and wondered what to do next. She ignored him as he ogled her tight body in her little dress. Finally, she decided to see if he really could help her.
"A white Chevy Chevette?" Sam looked bemused. "There's got to be lots of those around here. Why don't you come to the file room and we can have a look?"
She spent a few hours poring through the DMV records. Sam paid more attention to her than the actual search. She was so engrossed in her work that she didn't even notice Sam run a hand along her thigh a few times.
"Aha!" she stood up suddenly as Sam was about to grope her again. "There are a bunch of cream Chevies here, but there's only one in white."
She ran out without another word.
Sam stared after her, wiping the sweat from his face. "What a woman!" he blurted out as he started to undo his pants...
Kris got into her car. The Chevette was registered to John Imemeha, who listed an address up in the mountains. That meant a long drive and she was impatient to go. Should she go back home for her friends? Or should she go it alone? |