Let's Go Hunting
"...Nice woman?" she hissed. "She's not a nice woman. You are naive and downright stupid." She turned her head to face me, smiling cunningly, and took her cigarette out of her mouth, pushing it into mine. "You like nice women?" whispered Ezra, inching closer to me.
"Keep your hands on the steering wheel, Ezra." I scolded, taking the cigarette out of my mouth, my cheeks burning.
She pressed the gas pedal down further and the wrangler roared, speeding up. "Answer me. Do you like nice women?"
Alarmed by her rapid speed, I pushed her away to get back into position, but she blocked my arms and looked at me as if telling me I should answer or I'll die.
"Slow. The Fuck. Down," I ordered, glaring at her. "We had enough of your childish behavior for one day."
As an answer, she chuckled and retreated to her seat, slowing down. "Fine."
Ignoring her change in character, I unbuckled my seatbelt, annoyed. "Pull over. I'm driving."