Jennie Finch's head was spinning. The concert had been an amazing experience, and her boyfriend Pete had scored really good tickets. There had been a sweet smell in the arena's smoky air throughout the concert. Jennie took it all in. She was feeling really mellow.
Jennie looked at her boyfriend as he drove through the warm evening. She smiled. Right now, she was feeling a very strong desire for her boyfriend. Now she reached over and put her hand on Pete's leg.
"Jennie, as much as I like that, it's a little hard to drive when you do that," Pete said.
Jennie giggled. She was feeling quite giddy. "I know," she said. "Maybe we should stop somewhere." She continued to giggle, almost uncontrollably. She undid a button on her blouse.
Jennie kissed her boyfriend on the neck repeatedly. Pete flinched. He felt Jennie's hand back on his leg.
"Jennie!"
Her hand still on his leg, she kissed his neck again. She was feeling really uninhibited tonight.
"I'm trying to drive, Jennie!"
"There is a place," said Jennie enthusiastically. She could hardly wait to get there. Pete looked and saw what looked like a motel. It wasn't elegant, but it seemed functional. He smiled.
"You need to stop, Jennie?" She smiled and nodded. .