Redemption

~32~

It was strange, all the previous times Issy had been to the city, she had been in the jeep, now they sat in the Lincoln and it was so low to the road she feared the next bump would graze her derriere.

"Twenty-nine" Issy leaned to one side and rubbed her bum, she knew where the potholes were.

"Twenty-nine what?"

"Potholes you've hit. There won't be any springs left on this car by the time we reach the big smoke"

Issy passed over an apple and rummaged around for a bottle of water under the cans of Tab she had packed. "Water?" Offering the flask, John shook his head.

"Tab please" John grinned with his devilish smile, all her rummaging around and he wanted what had been on top.

"I hope it fizzes all over you, you evil man"

"Maybe you can lick me clean"

"And have you driving even more erratically, I think not" Issy sat straight faced, counting to five.

"Hey!!! I'm ok at driving, it's just the road and traffic are arse about face"

The 'Tab' spluttered and fizzed up dangerously close to the edge of the can as John pressed the two button openings in quick succession.

Issy pointedly wiped her brow, having skirted the perils of Johns erratic driving whilst covered in sticky cola. Her chauffeur was not amused, the roll of the eyes making her giggle and push his arm, the 'Tab' spilt on his trouser.

"Lick that up!... gee my favourite trousers too; they'll be ruined if they aren't licked immediately"

"Don't you mean soaked in bi-carb?" Issy held the water bottle up daringly over Johns leg.

"Don't you even dare.....Truce! Truce! You don't play fair.... The correct response was to mash those lips of yours all over my inner thigh and work ever upwards. Not make me wetter than a virgin on her first night of passion"

"Never broke mine"

"Broke?... Broke what?"

"Hymen"

"Geezessss Isabelle! ..... It's official, you are my equal, there is no other way to put it. Your retorts are stinging me love ... I love it" John swigged at the can of soft drink and held it out for 'Issy The Can holder' to hold for his future refreshment pleasure. "It didn't hurt?"

"Nope"

"Well that would have been nice and easy"

"He said I wasn't a virgin and told my dad"

"Fucking hell"

"Yep, jumped out of our bed on our wedding night and found a phone-box to call my father. Two hours and some not nice words later they walked into the night to drink my sluttiness away"

"Charming"

"I was an idiot for staying even then but idealised that silly romantic thought that marriage, love, the perfect partnership existed, you know. I cried, I was hurt, but I wiped my tears and kept going. The next day was better the one after that not so. But that's what I thought ideal was, my mum was hit, verbally abused. It was my normal and I ..... accepted it"

"Well I may not be prince charming but I'll be somewhat closer to perfect than the other one, ok"

"You're already perfect"

"Not even close"

"As close as I need you to be, you make me happy"

"And that's what I strive for.........." John frowned at the road ahead then grinned, flashing a toothy smile Issy's way "How do we go from joking about my inner thighs to old war stories?"