Two

All the dreams but one change. Liz and I and all our enthusiasm, optimism and junk loaded up in the back my Civic slowly exploring the backroads of the Midwest, stopping at every tourist trap we drive by. Me driving, Liz not. She’s smiling, wisps of her long hair blow across her face. Occasionally her hand comes up to pull the strands from her mouth. She’s topless. Then her face is covering my lap.

    “You think No Name will be as cute as the pictures?”

    “Cuter,” I say to the back of her head.

    “And the trailer is probably nice, right?”

    “Oh yeah,” I moan, answering and affirming at the same time.

    “Then why’s it called No Name,” she asks. “Can’t be that great.”

Suddenly she’s sitting up, yelling at me. But she’s done that before, so I’m not too concerned. Until I see that my dick is in her right hand and not attached to my body. She kind of smiles, then kind of grimaces, and before I can scream, I’m awake.