The car skimmed across the edge of the road around the mountain. Ashley held on to the seat as if her life depended on it, who knew -- maybe it would, anything was possible with James driving. She wondered why she did it to herself. Everyone in school knew James failed his driving test five times before finally getting his licence. So why did she agree to get in the car with him. Especially this car; her life would be over if anything happened to it. James talked her around of course.
Ashley's hands squeezed the black leather as James yanked the wheel in the opposite direction, aiming for the next corner, a maniacal grin plastered on his face. What boy could resist trashing a V8 around such tight corners? Ashley gripped harder, her knuckles turning white. She wished she were somewhere else, until she caught sight of those blue eyes sparkling underneath the mess of dark brown hair.
"Relax," he said.
"How on earth can you expect me to relax?"
"Well, you said your brother was out of town for the week right?"
"He is not going to remember how many k's were on the car when he left."
"Still I don't think you should…"
"Relax..." He tuned the radio to a local hillbilly station and turned up the volume.
"Slow down!" Ashley shouted. "You're scaring me!"
James grinned. He grabbed her thin, white shawl and draped it over his head. "I can't see, I can't see," he joked. Then he heard the siren.
"This your vehicle, sir?" The cop was huge; looked just like Mike Tyson, and he wasn't smiling.
Jim pulled the shawl off his head, and then remembered Ashley's brother's business: the Klintonburg Kitchen Kabin.
Yes, there were three K's on this car, and the evening wasn't going to go well.
Opening: Shell I.....Continuation: Anon.