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she’d orgasmed, and the sound never failed to rev her sex drive. Putting the car in first gear, she drove outside the fence, got out, locked all six padlocks and left.
    Getting to the deserted highway meant driving through town, on a packed Friday night. Noticing she was almost out of gas, she pulled the muscle car into a favorite station. Rolling her eyes, she could see several middle aged men and teenaged boys converge.
    “Your husband let you have the car for the night, honey?” One man dared to put his hand on the hood, as if he was going to pop it.
    “Get your greasy paws off the car,” she stepped forward. The teen boys moved back, and the man leered at her. She knew him, had taken a big contract out from under him because she was more honest in her dealings. Couldn’t remember his name off-hand, but did recall he had a huge ego.
    “Man don’t like it dirty, huh? I can do better,” he stepped in her direction.
    Cursing like an inmate, Katie slid one foot back, and tilted her head. “I doubt you could survive ten minutes, Beer Gut. Now, get away from my car.” She gave him a saccharine sweet smile.
    “You don’t have to be a bitch, just admiring.” He gave her the New York State Bird and stalked off.
    One brave teenager, who looked about sixteen, stammered, “Um, ma’am, wh-where di-did you g-get the c-c-car?”
    She smiled at him, waiting until he relaxed, “Rebuilt this baby myself.”
    “Really?” he tried to peek through the windshield.
    “Yeah, you can look inside while I fill the tank.” She pointed at the open window.
    His smile was wide as he leaned on the window sill, half of his body inside.
    She chuckled, and set about letting her wallet bleed. The big tank, and gas guzzling tendencies, meant she didn’t often take the cars out for long drives, much as she wanted to.
    Topping off the tank, she waved at the teenagers, all grinning. Sliding into the driver’s seat, and buckling the five points, she pushed the starter button, laughing out loud at the exclamations from the boys.
    Leaving in a sedate pace, Katie drove to the abandoned highway, knowing here she could open it up, prove what the engine could do. Headlights followed, rather unusual, but she’d leave them behind in a few moments. It was a truck, judging from the height of the headlamps, and not a police vehicle, because those rarely left on the fog lamps. The driver was an asshole, knowing all those bright lights would blind anyone in front or driving toward them.
    Shifting and accelerating, she drove through the first five turns, the humid air whipping the ponytail around her face. A five mile long straight way was less than a quarter mile ahead. Cranking the radio, bluetoothed to her phone, she flipped through the playlist until she found Billy Squier. Cranking the volume, she pushed the GTO hard, unable to stop the grin.
    The headlights from the truck flashed to bright as it kept pace, temporarily blinding her. She knew the road well at all speeds, but she slowed a little to get rid of the circles in her vision.
    The truck bumped her back end. She grunted at the pain of being thrown against the five point seat belt. Romping on the accelerator, the car jumped and took off, pushing her deep into the wrap around seat. The truck lights became pinpoints in the rearview mirror. Downshifting to take a deep turn, she turned off the headlights and whipped onto a dirt road leading to an abandoned house. It turned and she stopped, shutting off the engine.
    She needed to know who was in the truck, and wanted to see the plates. Jogging to the highway, she crouched behind a row of bushes, waiting.
    The truck roared past, and she caught the license plate, AR RDNK. It wouldn’t have seen her, and she let it go. Walking to the car, she memorized what she could see of the truck, and the three passengers. Only the interior light of the dashboard illuminated the interior, and the moron from the gas station was driving.

 
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