After we have been driving for fifteen minutes, Alexander slows the vehicle down and switches off the radio. It's long gone dark but under the streetlamps I can make out that we are parked next to the small stretch of forest that lines the road one street away from where Johnny now lives with his ugly bitch. I should know, I've driven past it enough times during while stalking their new life.

"Wait here, babe," he tells me, rubbing his hands over my bare thighs and kissing me.

"Where are you going?" I ask, but he just winks and gets out of the car. I watch him walk away until his dark figure disappears around the corner. When I look down my skirt is hitched high at the top of my thighs where Alexander left it. I flick the inside light on above my head. My sheer black panties are on show, and I take guilty pleasure in checking out the naughty view. One thing about having Johnny out of my life is that I feel more valuable now. He barely paid any interest in me sexually - I was usually the one suggesting that we have sex whenever I got horny. Now I know why. He was getting it elsewhere. I don't like sounding like I fancy myself too much, but honestly Johnny didn't realize how lucky he was. I guess I'm pretty hot, and it was wasted on that douchebag. The best thing about out break up was that I was now finally able to indulge my inner slut. Alexander was perfect for that. I'd been faithful to Johnny for years, even when it was almost impossible. When he wouldn't fuck me, I stayed true to my commitment to him and instead of getting someone else to fuck me I would just fuck myself. Of course it was never the same. Alexander brings out the whore in me - evidence of that it the fact that I slept with him less than four hours after meeting him. If he hadn't stuck around after our night together, I probably would have done the same thing with someone else, and then someone else, until I'd fucked the heartbreak out of my system. Having Alexander at my side means that I don't have to do that.

I wait impatiently for Alexander to return, wringing my hands nervously. It's easy to forget that I really don't know Alexander very well at all and I don't have any reason to feel safe with him. Just as I am starting to feel unbearably anxious, headlights and a loud roaring engine approach. My heartbeat picks up as the car pulls up beside me. Alexander has succeeded in stealing my ex-boyfriend's Kingswood. Shit.

Alexander momentarily abandons the car long enough to hide his ute amongst the trees and then whisks me out of the passenger seat and toward the Kingswood, holding me against him and laughing as he kisses the back of my neck.

"This is gonna be an adventure, babe," he tells me, helping me into the passenger's seat.

"How did you do this?" I finally manage to speak. I'm nervous and a little bit excited but I can't appreciate the thrill of it as much as Alexander is able to.

"I'm smart and good looking," Alexander replies. "Been hot-wiring cars since I was eleven."

My conscious nags at me - not because I feel bad that Johnny's car has been stolen, but because I'm afraid of the law. I think if I wasn't half-drunk, I would have refused to be a part of it.

"I wanna see a smile on your face," Alexander tells me as cranks down the windows. The fresh night air is electrifying and ignites something within me. Alexander's free hand wanders up my thigh, pushing up my skirt again and subconsciously I inch my legs apart.