Rated PG
Benny and Ray left the Consulate and headed for the Riv, which was parked a block and a half away. Their progress was greatly hampered by the wind, which was blowing 30 mph.
They finally reached the car and sat in the front seat, trying to catch their breath.
“I hate this, Benny!” Ray griped.
“It’s not all that bad, Ray.”
Ray looked over at him, about to argue, but then he noted the high color in Benny’s face, the light in his eyes, and the way his hair was very sexily tousled from the wind. “Maybe you’re right, Benny.”
The End
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