“We have to go now” is the last thing I remember hearing him say. I made my excuses and we giggled our way out to the car congratulating ourselves on escaping the party without fuss. Huddling toward each other in the car while the heater slowly melted away the condensation I stroked the soft skin between his knuckles. It was the softest place on his body and I tended to hover over it so much that occasionally he had to reclaim his hand from my fondling caress. He sighed in relaxation and I leaned in to kiss him. He gave me a loving peck and then buckled his seatbelt and we were off. Gazing up into the starry night, I was in my own world of flittering friends. Half way through our ten minute trip home we were turning left when it happened. What actually happened I don’t know. All I remember was noise. The loudest banging, screeching drawl I have ever heard. I next heard the beeping of the monitor of my heart slowly racing faster as I grew conscious and began to piece together what must have happened.
