~*~*Hey…this is Ian, being as De and Kris always write these interesting little intro things for each chapter, I figured I was going to be different and NOT! HAHAHA…except that "He's no Aragorn" thing…what if I am? U never know…so without further ado…here it comes…
After we retrieved our luggage from that fun thing that makes the bags go around in a circle, we went to the car rental counter. (De did not want me to mention her little "accident" of falling onto the baggage thing, and her going around in circles with the bags. I found it pretty funny, but it has been omitted from the story for De's sake.) I walked suavely up to the car rental counter and asked what they had available.
"What would you like sir?" the ditzy blonde behind the counter asked me.
"I want a red Dodge Viper, 6 speed sport shift, nitrous oxide boosters…"
"Ian!" De said, slapping me on the arm, bringing me back to reality.
"Sorry" I replied with a smirk.
"I think we have one of those sir." The blonde replied.
"I'll take it." I said with a laugh. The woman handed me the keys, not even thinking to ask me if I was old enough to drive. (Yes I am old enough to drive for the record)
* * *
We walked out and loaded our baggage in the car. I got in the drivers seat and fired up the engine. Niiice. This was going to be fun. As we sped along the coastline toward the beach house that De had acquired for us. I flipped the switch on the dashboard that revealed an extra pedal under my left foot. I gently tapped the new pedal. The car rocketed forward, RPMs holding steady, but the speed shooting up to about 150.
"IAN! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" De asked me.
"Ha ha, just trying out the nitro boosters honey." I replied with a laugh.
"Nitro boosters? UUUhhhh…that is sooo HOT!" De replied.
I couldn't help but grin. You had to love a woman who orgasmed over a fast car.
"IAN! STOP HERE!" De yelled.
I screeched the brakes to a halt in front of the beach house leaving a trail of rubber about fifty feet long.
"What is wrong with you?"
"I like the smell of burning rubber" I replied. She didn't quite like my display of manly driving skills, but that's ok. I watched from the drivers seat as De got out and began to unload the car. This vacation was either going to kick serious ass, or suck.
~*~*In lieu of me not putting anything at the beginning, I don't think I'll put anything at the end either.
After we retrieved our luggage from that fun thing that makes the bags go around in a circle, we went to the car rental counter. (De did not want me to mention her little "accident" of falling onto the baggage thing, and her going around in circles with the bags. I found it pretty funny, but it has been omitted from the story for De's sake.) I walked suavely up to the car rental counter and asked what they had available.
"What would you like sir?" the ditzy blonde behind the counter asked me.
"I want a red Dodge Viper, 6 speed sport shift, nitrous oxide boosters…"
"Ian!" De said, slapping me on the arm, bringing me back to reality.
"Sorry" I replied with a smirk.
"I think we have one of those sir." The blonde replied.
"I'll take it." I said with a laugh. The woman handed me the keys, not even thinking to ask me if I was old enough to drive. (Yes I am old enough to drive for the record)
* * *
We walked out and loaded our baggage in the car. I got in the drivers seat and fired up the engine. Niiice. This was going to be fun. As we sped along the coastline toward the beach house that De had acquired for us. I flipped the switch on the dashboard that revealed an extra pedal under my left foot. I gently tapped the new pedal. The car rocketed forward, RPMs holding steady, but the speed shooting up to about 150.
"IAN! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" De asked me.
"Ha ha, just trying out the nitro boosters honey." I replied with a laugh.
"Nitro boosters? UUUhhhh…that is sooo HOT!" De replied.
I couldn't help but grin. You had to love a woman who orgasmed over a fast car.
"IAN! STOP HERE!" De yelled.
I screeched the brakes to a halt in front of the beach house leaving a trail of rubber about fifty feet long.
"What is wrong with you?"
"I like the smell of burning rubber" I replied. She didn't quite like my display of manly driving skills, but that's ok. I watched from the drivers seat as De got out and began to unload the car. This vacation was either going to kick serious ass, or suck.
~*~*In lieu of me not putting anything at the beginning, I don't think I'll put anything at the end either.