It was a side that never even had occurred to Johnny. He wasn't interested in anything that was elegant. He was only interested in things that he could break.

I was feeling a little warm and cozy by this time. Tommy, as usual, was friendly, and he made me laugh, and I really did like him… as a friend.

"You wouldn't be interested in something to drink, would you?"

"You have something?"

"Oh… maybe."

He opened the glove compartment to his car and said, "Well well… what have we here?"

And he pulled out a bottle of… are you ready for this… cognac.

"My God," I said. "I don't believe it. This is just fancy wine, isn't it?"

"Yeah… that's all. And diamonds are just fancy lumps of coal."

"Oh… like that, huh?"

"You guessed it."

"You guessed it. Take a sip."

I thought it was sissy booze, until I looked at the label.

"Eighty proof?!" I said. "I thought it was just wine."

"I said take a sip," he told me.

"Okay…" and I did. And it was wonderful. I'd never had anything quite like it before.

"Oh my…" I said, giggling. "That's right tasty."

"Yeah… I know."

I took another sip… and another and another… and before too much time had elapsed, I was feeling real warm and nice, and cozy… and starting to wonder what kind of cock Tommy had.

"You wouldn't want to take a little ride out to the woods, would you?" I said. "You know… just skip the dance altogether…?"

I put my arm around him, and lay my head on his shoulder. That's when I realized that for the past few minutes, I'd been taking sips of the cognac and he'd been saying nothing at all.

"I daresay, Mr. Allen, but I believe you've been trying to get me drunk, and being rather cagey about it."

He still didn't say anything.

That's when I saw him looking into the rear-view mirror.