Olivia barely caught her breath. She was glad to be in Roger's arms in the backseat, but as they were leaving, Jared, the guy from the concert jumped on the hood of the car, but it didn't stop Lon from speeding off. The jock rolled off the car. He landed on his feet on the street and chased them down the parkway.
"Did we lose him yet!" Lon looked in the rear-view mirror.
"Not yet," Roger sighed, looking out the back window, hugging Olivia close.
Olivia kept quite. How could she explain this? She was an idiot. Or the idea she had that she could have had mindless meaningless sex with someone like a young Arnold Schwarzenegger.
"He's not with the WWF, is he?" Roger looked at Olivia.
She just shrugged.
"I don't like this." Lon kept shaking his head. He sped on, finally losing the guy after a couple of blocks.
"You OK?" Roger wanted to know.
She didn't want to talk about it. She felt humiliated more than anything.
"Are you sure she's OK?" Lon looked in the rear-view mirror at Roger.
"Yeah, she'll be OK, just go home. Just take us back to the house." Roger told him.
Olivia shut her eyes tight. She didn't want to be left alone. She really didn't, but talking to Roger about this seemed impossible too.