"It's been a long time since we've been up here." Prince said hanging his head out the window and letting the wind whip through his shoulder length black hair and smiling. "We should do this more often!"
Jane glanced at Prince out from the corner of her eye and shook her head. "We were just here a week ago. I'm sorry that I have a job that requires me to be there five days a week. I'm really really sorry about that."
"It's okay, you keep me fed. You rub my belly. You take me for walks. You're pretty." Prince rambled absently. He was actually watching something off on the horizon that Jane couldn't see.
"You're just saying that so I don't turn this car around and go home." Jane replied. Prince pulled his head in from the wind, folded his hands in his lap and fell silent. "We're not going home Prince, we just got here."
"Good. That would be pretty mean if you did." Prince said leaning back close to the window. He didn't dare quite push his head back out the window but he did enjoy the wind blowing in the window. "Can I do it now?"
"No, not yet, you'll ruin your clothing, the upholstery and someone might see you. You can wait a few more minutes my sweet Prince." Jane replied.
The two were silent for the last ten minutes or so of the drive. Prince was practically vibrating in his chair by the time Jane finally pulled the SUV up near Lake. Prince was already shirtless by the time Jane managed to open her door. "Hurry up!" He pleaded balancing on one foot while he ripped on shoe off without bothering to untie it. Prince lost his balance stumbling backward into the car but managing to kick off his shoes, socks, pants and boxers in a single motion dumping them to the ground.
"Calm down, we've got all day." Jane droned. She was pulling off her own shirt, unlike Prince who tossed his clothing to the ground she was neatly folding her shirt and setting it down. She did the same thing with her shoes and pants leaving just her bra and panties.
"But I want to do it now!" Prince howled running around to her side of the car.
He was only a few feet from tackling her when she threw up her hand, "Stop!" That single word was enough. "Sit."
"I'm not a dog." He spat. He also sat down right at her feet looking up at her.