“you wanna come over here, pretty girl?” nancy asks. the two of you have been kissing, so far it’s been pretty tame. she’s sitting in your passenger seat, leaning over the center console. you tilt your head to the side, almost like a puppy. “with you?” you ask. she smiles, her hand still on the back of your head. “yeah, honey.” she says, her voice like sugar. she takes your hand. “just climb on over.” she says.