“Go go go!”
Lurlene stomped her foot on the phantom gas pedal on the passenger side as the oncoming cars approached.
“Say it,” Randy smirked.
“We’re gonna get killed. Godsake Randy, you’re not seventeen anymore. We got a baby in the back.”
“You’re the best driver. Ever.”
Randy chuckled, pounced on the gas and gave a self-satisfied nod as the old Charger glided into traffic and roared up to speed. “What do you think of that?”
Lurlene stared out the window and thought about leaving. Definitely. As soon as they got home.
But Randy was so damn hot.