"You do have a driver's license, don't you?" James as Becky asked.
"Sure I do. I have yours!" Becky chuckled as they climbed into James' Mini Cooper.
That is Becky climbed in behind the wheel, but as James started to step in, with his, now her, left foot and crouch, the stupidly short little skirt Becky had encouraged started to ride up. James aborted that attempt and stood teetering on heels while looking around to see if anyone had noticed. Relieved that no one saw, James pondered his sudden awkward situation.
"Unless you're planning another show, you sit first, then rotated both legs together into the car", Becky laughed.
Feeling the now all too familiar warmth of a blush, James followed Becky's instructions and successfully sat down in the passenger seat.
"You might want to keep you legs together", Becky said as she turned the key in the starter, only to have the car lurch and do nothing."
"I thought you said you had a driver's license!" James complained in a shrill feminine voice.
"I do, it's in your purse. I just never drove a stick before. What do I do?"
"What you do, is get out so I can drive", James said as he started to step out with one leg before realizing the problem and reversing the sit procedure Becky had instructed. Unfortunately instead of a ladylike exit, James had to lever himself up against the car to reach a standing position in the damned heels. Anyone watching would have thought they were seeing a rather inebriated young lady. Swapping positions with Becky, who was happily smirking at God knows what, James slid into position behind the wheel in his best ladylike fashion. In what seemed to be no end to the little humiliations and snickers from Becky, James had to slide the seat way forward to reach the pedals. Then he had to adjust the seatbelt attachment point all the way down so he could keep the strap from mashing tender parts he was not supposed to have. Between the embarrassment, the heels, and Becky's laughter, James was a little rough with the shifts. He even stalled it once at the first light, only to have Becky call out to the people in the car next to them that his seventeen year old niece was still learning to drive. Finally parking at Hooter's, James wasn't sure whether to be relieved they were finally here or terrified they were finally here.
"Hey look, they are hiring!" Becky said pointing to a small help-wanted sign just inside the entrance.
