<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">" I am going to the moonâ€¦really its none of your fucking business where I am going. Just that I am going somewhere, and have a destination. That destination shall be a secret that only I will harbor. As for me being out alone, apparently my parents donâ€™t give a fuck. They basically kicked me out saying I can chase my own damn dream. Like fuck arenâ€™t they supposed to take care of me."</span></span>Her tone was bitter, obvious undercurrents lending a depth to her words,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">"But you know what Im better off without their uptight asses trying to make me someone Im not."</span></span><br/><br/>"So much anger..." Bradley commented lustfully, "Mmmm...." Through the rear-view mirror, Jared could see Bradley's eyes, transfixed on the girl's legs, staring shamelessly.<br/><br/>Jared glared at him again then looked over at the girl. Bradley had a point, but that was no reason to behave like a fool. He had an image to present, after all, if he wanted her to trust him.<br/><br/>"That must be very difficult to live with... I'm sorry to hear that." He let his eyes take in the pallor of her skin, particularly her cheeks, measuring the lasting effects of the heat she'd been exposed to, guessing the lucidity of her thoughts based on his conclusions.<br/><br/>He had no way to be sure, but he estimated she'd be pretty flexible in her emotions. He expected she would need little prodding to get her emotions to flow in the direction he needed them to.<br/><br/>When she suddenly reached forward to tune the radio, he fought a smile. If she was comfortable in the car to find music she enjoyed, she was ready for him to begin making her even more comfortable. Without taking his left hand off the wheel, he reached into the back with his right, groping for something he kept stowed in the pouch behind the passenger's seat.<br/><br/>"A bit to the right..." Bradley directed him, "Remember? You put it off to the- There. You got it."<br/><br/>When he brought his arm back to his side, he held a bottle of water. Sitting quietly, as if enjoying the silence, he sighed in a very relaxed way, hoping to manipulate her emotions by demonstrating relaxation through his own body language. Next, he opened the bottle and took a drink, sighing as he swallowed it down. He never looked over at her, but he imagined she would be thirsty enough that the sight of the bottle would have caught her attention. He placed the bottle between his left knee and the driver's door, holding it there easily, just barely out of her sight. She would know it was there... tantalizingly out of reach. The car was filled with soft music, whatever it was she chose, and he allowed the pavement to pass beneath his tires in uneventful silence. At one point, his hand dipped down, out of sight for a moment, his fingers deftly retrieving a tiny capsule. Then he simply rested his hand atop the bottle for a while. She would not be able to see as he carefully worked the cap off the tiny container and dumped a clear liquid into the bottle. When he'd finished with it, he simply dropped the capsule down the side of his seat again.<br/><br/>His task completed, he looked over as if having forgotten her presence, and smiled sheepishly, "Oh, I'm sorry. How rude of me..." He concentrated just enough to get a light blush to tint his cheeks, "Are you thirsty?"<br/><br/>He picked up the bottle and offered it to her.