"I guess," as Tracy shrugged her shoulders and looked outside the window as they pulled out of her neighborhood.
She was already reviewing possible excuses to get out of having s*x with him. Tracy could always rely on telling him she was having her period, but that seemed so lame. If she didn't want to have s*x, she shouldn't have to. This isn't the way it is with Harry. Tracy seems to always want Harry.
"I live down by the West Fork Mall. You know where that is?"
"Yes. I don't go out that way much," she replied.
Wallace played what Tracy thought was Tina Marie, that singer from the eighties. She liked it and the music seemed to help her mood.
After listening to a few more songs from the same era, they pulled up to a gated townhome community. Tracy thought it was nice.
Wallace waited
