The Lamborghini ran another red light, holding on to the wheel and laughing in the way that only she could, Harley drove.
And boy, did she ever drive. Sun glasses, a bright pink top, and a red scarf that just happened to match the car fluttering in the wind. You had to love it when they left the keys in the car. When you jumped over the window, hit the gas and got to hear someone screaming about the crazy woman driving your car.
Foot to the floor of the car, if there were police after her Harley didn't hear them. Nor did she care. It was just her and the open road and the car and friend. And she had a gun somewhere here.
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Re: Get Your Kicks on Route 66
Date: 2008-01-17 02:47 am (UTC)And boy, did she ever drive. Sun glasses, a bright pink top, and a red scarf that just happened to match the car fluttering in the wind. You had to love it when they left the keys in the car. When you jumped over the window, hit the gas and got to hear someone screaming about the crazy woman driving your car.
Foot to the floor of the car, if there were police after her Harley didn't hear them. Nor did she care. It was just her and the open road and the car and friend. And she had a gun somewhere here.
"Hey Pammy, isn't this fun?!"