Driving Skills

"Why would she be jealous of me?" Amaya asked innocently.

"And why not? You are beautiful and excellent in so many ways." Marx reached out and pinched her chin gently.

"But she is beautiful too.  Her skin is as white as milk and her lips are like cherries.  Her cheeks are also pinkish."

Marx chuckled.  "She is just good at putting on her make-up."  He looked at his watch and was surprised at how fast time flies.

"It is very late.  I'll send you home."

"Can I drive?"  Amaya acted cute when she asked Marx.

Marx hesitated for a moment but nodded afterward.