He got into the back seat, pulled her back with him, and planted a kiss on her face. He snickered, "No need to pay tonight."
Sharon Ainsworth opened her eyes. She drowsily stared at the fat-headed, big-eared man so close to her and raised a hand to slap his bald head. "Who are you?"
"Who do you think? Your man."
"I don't... have a man..." She tried to sit up, but Quincy simply pinned her down. The inside of the car instantly became a lewd scene.
In the morning, Sharon Ainsworth woke up to find herself stark naked in the car. She was horrified. She scrambled to put on her clothes, and only after getting out did she realize it was Quincy's car. She trembled with rage.
Then, she actually got back into the car.
With a brick in her hand.
She sat in the back seat, waiting for Quincy to show up and drive to work.
After about ten minutes, the gate to Quincy's house opened. He emerged cheerfully, a briefcase tucked under his arm, looking very pleased with himself.
