Gabe and Liss are driving on the Interstate through a storm when the driver's side windshield wiper falls apart. Luckily there's a service station just up ahead and two old guys who can help them out.
The offices are dark now, all but mine and hers, this last day, these last hours before Christmas break. I've been enjoying the unusual peace of these quiet offices as I prepare for next week's reviews. Mostly I've been thinking about Melissa, about her long, slim legs squeezing together rhythmically as she stares at her PC screen saver. Melissa is either going over the cut list or thinking about the doorknob, about the exact way it might nudge her cunt.
Mat and Laura exchange Christmas presents and it's not even really Christmas although with Laura every night is Christmas Eve and every day is Christmas.