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¡°Let¡¯s drive,¡± I say to The Boy, my boy, when he asks if I want dinner delivered or picked up. We ride his elevator to the garage, and I¡¯m tempted to jump in the little lift. We¡¯re out before I do, and I play police woman in my platforms and fox-trimmed coat, directing The Boy out of his dark, deep driveway, hopping into his Porsche as it warms on the empty street. As he grabs his Carrera¡¯s stick shift, sliding gears in and out, my hand shifts to his pants, resting where each leg grinds into the other.
Forgive me for whistle blowing.

