-"Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free... til they find someone just as wild to run with them."
The Last Job
He slams on the brakes, the beat up Buick GN kicking up rocks and dust as it comes to a halt, inches from slamming into a guard rail. His heart is literally pounding out of his chest as he looks up.
She smiles at him through the windshield, a huge shit-eating "we fuckin did it" grin spread across her face.
...
The party at the beach was in full swing, but he only has eyes for one woman. He spots her leaning back against a cherry red S2000 and slowly weaves his way through the crowd.
She leans back a little further as she sees him approaching. He smirks at the sight of her cleavage spilling out of her light brown tank top. The years have been good to her.
He pulls her close, wrapping his fingers through her belt loops.
"You did good, ma," he whispers in her ear.
She smiles and looks up at him with tired eyes.
He leans in again, whispering something else. He says it's the last job.
She smiles again, she wants to believe him.
He pulls her close and kisses her softly.
They'll party tonight. He'll race, he'll win, they'll drink until the sun comes up.
He says it's the last job, but she knows, in a few months he'll come to her again, this time with something bigger.
"You in?" he'll ask.
Part of her wonders about a normal life, what it would be like to have a normal job, something, anything that didn't entail hanging off the back of a tanker as it sped down the highway at 70 mph. Part of her wonders what it would be like to settle down, get married and have kids with the only man she's ever loved. She wonders if he's thought about it too.
He knows that she sees through him, that in a few months he'll ask her to do another job with him. But little does she know, he's hoping and praying that the next time he asks her will be the day she'll say "No."
