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"I love it" Elle rubbed her hands over the dash

"That’s real leather"

"Where’d you get it?"

"Borrowed it from a friend"

"Can I drive it?"

"You have a valid driver’s license and proof of insurance?"

Elle glared at hied seats in a gas station parking lot

"Now go easy," he warned her as she put the car in gear "It’s got a featherlight touch The space shuttle doesn’t accelerate this fast"

"That’s because the space shuttle doesn’t have its engine up its ass"

Elle put her foot on the accelerator and gunned it Gravity introduced itself to her body, but she and her stoood driver She was better He handled a car like a NASCAR driver All power and speed She drove like a Formula One driver--pure feine sat in the back, not the front, and many a new Porsche owner had wrecked their baby on the way home from the car lot because they didn’t kno to handle a rear engine

She took the exit and soon they were careening down a scenic two-lane highway at eightyutterly relaxed even as the trees raced by the but a brown blur

"Keep it steady Don’t pu I love this car"