Which she starts to take off. This makes me rather uncomfortable, I having really no interest in being in a position to actually see this happen -- but at the same time, wanting to see this happen.

Her underwear is conservative. Stripey. More like a swim suit than anything. This makes me feel better though still -- its uncomfortable being in this position.

She throws her clothes at me like the princess she is, expecting correctly that I'll take care of them.

One of her houseguests walks in and sees her unashamed half-naked form and raises an arch eyebrow. Is this the new boyfriend, she's thinking?

Of course not.

I'm just the guy looking for the working dryer. Why anyone would have a dead one sitting around except maybe as a plant stand...

Which I suppose the other one is.

Later we're headed down P, Volvo churning fast as hell.

"Watch out for the..." I start, meaning the derelict that's sit in the middle lane for long enough for it to get dusty.

"Of course," she replies, archly swerving around it like a local taxi driver.

"Shit," I say. "You'd better take it easy -- I think your wallet on the dryer and ..."

We've all been drinking, including her. Adding driving without the license to wreckless and drunken driving: not so good.

"Don't worry about it," she says, giving me a warning eye. "Cops aren't ever down here."

I suppose if they were, that car would have been gone, more or less.

She swerves into the parking garage and the locals give us a hard, questioning eye.

This girl, always making me uncomfortable.