Class starts in five. You
riding in the Charger?”
“Nah. I’m going to see if I can get Abby on the back of my bike again. It’s the closest I can get to
the inside of her thighs.

It’s going to crap everywhere, Travis. It’ll bark and whine and . . . I don’t know.”
“So does America . . . minus the crapping.

Teach that asshole some manners.”
I winked at her and smiled. “Anything for you, baby.

¡Llamaré a tu padre! -Y él probablemente me golpeará en el hombro y me dirá que ya era hora!

After climbing off his bike, I smacked his shoulder. “Did you forget I was with you? Are you trying to get me killed?”
“It’s hard to forget you’re behind me when your thighs are squeezing the life out of me.” A smirk came with his next thought. “I couldn’t think of a better way to die, actually.”
“There is something very wrong with you.

¿Qué estamos haciendo, Pidge? —Tú dímelo.