It was a struggle trying to keep distraction to a minimal.
Consider this. To be successful, there are alot of points and markers that must be followed and a fraction of an inch is detrimental. I also didn't wanna get kicked out the car and have to scramble back in, in a dress. That's what M was waiting for- gleefully I might add. He's behind my seat, looking down on me to check my side-view mirror and here I am trying to make my sweater more inaccessible. lol. Honest to goodness, I'm gonna wear jeans. M was distracted, making me distracted.
Glass doors are potential dangers on a massive scale.
We were talking about people banging into glass doors. We were howling with laughter. M had to have one hand on the wheel cos yours truely was laughing SO hard, the car was swerving. The guy actually over took us and went past looking in at us and smiling. The embarassment. M's face was flushed and I looked like I just finished a marathon. I even ended up choking on my losenge. Come to think of it, my bottle's in his car still.
Yeah y'all, my boyfriend's driving me home after school/ work almost everyday.
While waiting for papa to open the gate, I overheard the Indian contruction workers commenting on my choice of 'boyfriend' and the way he drives. Apparently they've got something against a Chinese boyfriend and race-car driving (M drives like he drives a sports car). Oooh. Sexay, I say!!
But at the end of the day, the one smiling and laughing in pure decadent enjoyment, is moi`. =)