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May 17, 2005

Stacy: The Transporter

I drive too fast down the rain-slicked road, smears of street-lights flashing in my water-faceted windshield.

From the trunk I can hear the noise, over the sound of the tires on the wet road, Guns N' Roses in the CD player. Every thump reverberates through the car, creating knots of tension in my spine.

Thump, thump. It’s louder now, against the back of the rear seats. I glance wildly in the rearview, see nothing.

Why had I agreed to this? And why is so much damned noise coming from my car...when Rollo has the rest of the body in his??

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Comments

can I just say how much I love this woman...

Posted by: ted at May 17, 2005 10:10 PM · Permalink