C97 Mounting Terror

Diane’s P.O.V.

It was traffic at seven in the evening, and it made me forget what I was thinking. It looked like it would be past eight o’clock before Lorenz could finally take me home because there wasn’t even a slight change on the stuck cars along the expressway. It was indeed a good thing that I went with him, and that was less stress over the congestion of traffic.

“Crap