Vroom Vroom
She's like nothing he's ever encountered before.
She makes his heart sputter like an old boat trying to start.
He's eyes locked on target, his ears shutting out all his surroundings.
His hands grow sweaty as he gets closer.
The sleekness of her body.
The blinding shine from her bright gaze.
The roaring purr of her tubro screaming.
He cant resisit her any longer.
Self Control is no longer an option!
He accepts her invite and climbs in.
Releasing his left foot off the clutch and slamming his right foot on the gas.
They flew off into the night, going from zero to 60 in ten seconds.
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