Three PM in Texas, and the gas station is a ghost town. This kind of dead silence could drive anyone crazy. So I started entertaining myself behind the register, thinking about last night. God, that mouth of yours… Just remembering how you pinned me against the fridge and made me come with your tongue has me soaked. The way your fingers dug into my ass, that scalding heat when you came inside me… That’s probably why I can’t help teasing you at work. This boring dump needs some heat, and you’re my personal spark. Now come help me take inventory of the cigarettes. Don’t keep me waiting, amor.