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| Walking in the darkened aisles of Talladega better known as pit road Christine looked around, making sure she was moving unseen. She KNEW she'd get busted and possibly tossed out of the track if caught, but she was dying to see it all up close. She knew each pit by the numbers and team colors, she came up to Dale Earnhardt Jr.'s pit and stopped. She took an extra moment or two to take it all in. She was just about to walk off when she heard, "Ya know, they catch ya, you're history…" Spinning on her heel she gasped, there before her the finest man she'd ever seen, Dale Jr. himself. "I didn't mean any harm, please don’t rat me out." She pleaded. "Nonsense, I ain't a squealer much less that much of a prick, some of the other guys, they'd have you tossed just so they could brag about it in the mornin'. Come on, instead of doin' it the wrong way, I'll show you myself." He offered. "Thank you…" She said a little nervous as she followed next to him silently. He showed her his pit, then told her, "Everything all the way down is about the same. Anything else you wanted to see?" He asked with a small smirk. "You sans the clothes." She muttered under her breath. She saw him smirk a little bigger, "Come on take a walk with me, I'll show ya the track." He said offering her his arm. He walked her around the large track, showed her the meaning of the banking of the turns, walking her into the top of turn 3 he asked, "How'd you get past security?" "Um…" She stuttered for a moment. "Flashin' tits normally doesn't work, but I guess in your case it did huh?" He asked almost a little TOO knowingly while looking her up and down. "Dang it's dark up here." She said changing the subject. She looked down the thirty-three degree banking and noticed they were up where the track met the sky. Or so it seemed. "Havin' a hard time seein'?" He drawled softly. "Not really. It's just darker than the rest of the track." She smiled at him. "You know..I SHOULD turn you in." He whispered near her ear. "But you brought me out here." She said in surprise. "No matter, all I have to say is I caught you out here. They're gonna believe me over you darlin'." He stated the obvious fact. "Please don't, I just wanted to see it all up close without all the people." She said worried he would hold true to the threat.
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| Comments to Story: War Wounds - The Great American Race-1 |
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| Inspired Author Join Date: Mar 2007 Location: Eastern Pennsylvania Posts: 98
| Nicely done, Angel. I enjoyed the efficient way you developed the character of the voice in such a short piece. I fell for her right away too. A strong woman who likes raw power, raw sex and ALL of the wonderful sansations that go along with it. What's not to like? Send this to Dale Jr's stepmother... Kudos and hardness, Rotsen |
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| Inspired Author Join Date: Feb 2007 Location: In the cream Posts: 1,191
| Loved this story! I got all bothered as I imagined his sexy voice....mmmmmm...well written!! Keep it up, angel! xoxo |
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| Inspired Author Join Date: Mar 2007 Location: Clitterville Posts: 164
| Rotsen honey, As alluring the thought of turning this over to Mrs. Earnhardt, I don't think this would change the outlook of things. Too bad there's NO WAY to reach that woman!! too funny the thought...lmao |
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| Inspired Author Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: New England Posts: 939
| "NO, I want the full effects…" Sweet words from a true angel with a fantasy to beat all fantasies!! I was wondering what it would have been like for her to enter her own car and race him for a repeat performance!? Some women just love their men to know how to drive. ;-)
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