Hey all, as sobosbabe pointed out I again uploaded the same chappy twice.
But fixing it gives me an excuse to chuck up a new chapter of Adrenaline
and She's Bonnie I'm Clyde so maybe it happened for a reason :). Anyway, I
hope you enjoy the real chapter you haven't read before. Hey are many
people still reading this? I'm trying to figure out if I should end it or
if people wanna read more stuff about it, so if you're still enjoying it
leave a review ok? Ok. Now on with the real story.
Chapter 39 - Showing off and defining a relationship
"The Racer's Edge, Torrie speaking." Torrie was at her store for the morning and the phone was ringing off the hook. Word had somehow gotten out that Dom was going to be running an RX-8 and everyone wanted the details. As if, she thought to herself. She wasn't telling people what they were doing to the car. What was the fun in that? This call was yet another person wanting to know about Dom's new ride.
"No, sorry, we have no info on that for you. No, nothing. I don't know a thing.Yes of course we are his part supplier but what people order is confidential.I'm positive I can't tell you anything about it.I can't even confirm what kind of car it is I'm afraid.Yes there is a rumour going around it's an RX-8 but I can't confirm that. You know how rumours are in this world.Ummhumm. Ok then, when he's ready you'll see him at the warehouse. I can tell you it should be soon.Ok then, have a good one.BuhBye." Damn, why would they think she could tell them this stuff and when would they stop calling. The phone rang again.
"The Racer's Edge, Torrie speaking, let me save you time right off, I don't know what Torretto is driving, building or ordering! Do you still have a question?" Torrie was starting to be in a bad mood.
"Taking a lot of calls on that Torr?" Dom's voice came over the line. Torrie smiled at the sound.
"Dom, I could shoot you over this."
"Not my fault I had a car accident you know. I haveta have a car." Dom smiled just because of the sheer frustration in Torrie's voice. And he was glad to know that people were that concerned over what he was driving.
"I know, but you don't have to be such a big playa that everyone wants to know what you're doin'. Or you could go to the warehouse and tell 'em all so they stop callin'. I didn't wanna work here today but my poor staff are fed up of fielding what's Dom doin' calls." Torrie sighed.
"Well, if my parts supplier would get my Sparco seats, HKS turbo, and Fusion stereo in then I could go down there an show 'em all." Dom said in mock annoyance.
"Perhaps your parts supplier got your parts all in and has 'em in her car to bring home to you, but is staring to feel that your business is not worth the headache of dealing with your attitude or the hassle of dealing with your 'adoring public'." Torrie said into the phone, trying not to laugh. She knew they were just playing.
"Well, maybe if she delivers the parts and helps her boy install 'em, they'll hit the warehouse tonight and put a stop to the calls. If they can get out of the garage." She could hear the smile in his voice.
"Well, maybe after working all day long and being so annoyed she doesn't wanna work on a car after selling parts all day."
"But doesn't she wanna see the playa? She must know she has what all the ladies want."
"Oh Dominic you are so full of yourself." She threw her head back and laughed with her whole soul.
"Well, you're the one who called me a playa. I'm just liven up to the role." She could tell he was trying not to fall off his chair laughing. "Seriously girl, when you comin' home? I miss you."
"Dominic Torreto you miss your car parts. You wouldn't care less if came home if I chucked your stuff in the truck and had someone drive it to you." She knew she was right on some levels but he might miss her company in some ways she figured.
"I miss you too girl. It's three, just tell your people to answer the phone the same way you did, or let the machine get it and only call back the people who seem to let on they have a real parts order and come home. I really want your help with parts of this car." "Aight, I'm leaving now. I gotta pull the Nissan out of the garage. I didn't wanna leave it on the street with your stuff in the back."
"You're bringing all that stuff home in a S15 Silvia?" Dom was trying to wrap his brain around how she'd gotten two racing seats into a 2+2 sports car.
She laughed. "Yep, and I'll be home soon kay?"
"Kay." They said good-bye and hung up.
"Stacy, I'm leaving. I'll be at DT." Torrie noticed the looks she got from the people in the store. The windows of DT had been closed and the doors locked since the new car came home. Everyone wanted a peek at it but the team had been very careful to keep it hidden. "If people call about Dom's car, tell 'em you have no idea about the car, but you hear it just might be at races tonigh." Torrie smiled and Stacy nodded. The store cleared out, most people had only been around to try to hear something about Dom's ride. The girls shared a look. Torrie headed to the garage. No one seemed to be there. She pulled the Nissan in quickly so no one would see in.
"Dom. Dominic." Torrie looked around. She didn't see him anywhere.
"Back here." Dom called from his office.
"Whatcha doin'?" Torrie asked him. He was hunched over his computer, staring at the screen.
"Thinkin' 'bout painten' the car."
"Dominic Torreto, if you tell me this car is not gonna be seen till you repaint it, even though it's a perfectly nice color and Mia could have the graphics on it in an hour I'll kill you. This car has to hit races tonight! I can't take much more of the people hanging out at my business and phoning constantly over this car."
"I'll drive it the way it's painted right now for now, but I wanna paint it someday." Torrie gave a relieved sigh. Dom frowned. He would rather paint it before people saw it but it was clear Torrie was not having it. "Well, show me how you got this stuff in your car."
He couldn't figure how she got all that stuff in there, and they had a bitch of a time getting it all out. Dom put the seats in, Torrie did the stereo for him, she was better at it. Then he did the turbo while Torrie slid under the car on a creeper to double check the exhaust setup and the Koni shocks. The exhaust muffler had slipped a hanger.
Torrie was fighting with it, trying to get it back on the hanger. It slipped on but her hand slipped and she cut herself on the palm at the same time.
"Aw shit!" She exclaimed from under the car.
"What? What happened Torrie?" When she didn't answer right away he hauled her out from under the car. "You cut yourself. On what?" All Dom saw was blood, Torrie's blood, and it freaked him out.
"Muffler. It's just a scratch." Torrie told him, trying to reassure him even as she dripped blood on the garage floor. Dom went for the peroxide and a bandage. Dom held her hand out flat and then poured the liquid all over the cut. Torrie made a small cry and a tear slipped down her face. It was not a scratch, she'd just said that to Dom. It was really pretty deep.
"It's more then just a scratch, but I don't think you need stitches." He noticed the silvery tear on her cheek. "Aw baby. Did I hurt you?"
"No." She said and sniffled.
He wrapped up the cut then kissed her forehead. "There, that'll stop the bleeding and you won't get infection. I'm sorry it hurt." He kissed the track the tear made on her face.
"I'm fine. Really. And guess what else?"
"What?" Dom asked her.
"Your car's done. That was the final check over I was doing. It's all ready to go."
"It is isn't it?" Dom asked with a smile. She nodded. "Well then, let's fire it up." She smiled back. They fired the car up and it started right away and ran smooth as silk.
They smiled at each other. "Hey, you know what I always wanted to do to my new cars and never ever got to do?" Dom asked her.
"No, what?" She answered.
He whispered in her ear and Torrie turned bright red. They locked the garage and Dom showed her instead of explaining further.
They had Mia do the graphics right after dinner and then Jessie gave the car one more going over. He pronounced it ready to go. They all went to get ready for races at that point.
They'd always all rolled in their own rides, ever since Dom had started to allow Torrie to race, but that night he asked her to ride with him. And he did it so nice and politely that she agreed to ride with him. He seemed like he really wanted her company. She didn't feel any motives behind it like he didn't think she could drive with her injury or anything like that so she climbed into his new car and they all took off.
At racing Dom stuck to her side, it was strange. For a change it wasn't her following him if she wanted to be with him. He stayed with her, took care of her and let the people who wanted to see him come over to them. And Dom was always familiar with the racer chasers, Torrie knew he didn't mean anything by it but sometimes he acted like he had the right to be like that with them. But that night he was friendly but distant from them. He made it clear that he was with Torrie. He'd made it clear to her and the team they were together long ago but he'd never made such a public statement before, never acted like they were 'serious' like this before. Torrie wondered what it was all about for a moment but then settled back to enjoy the ride.
Chapter 39 - Showing off and defining a relationship
"The Racer's Edge, Torrie speaking." Torrie was at her store for the morning and the phone was ringing off the hook. Word had somehow gotten out that Dom was going to be running an RX-8 and everyone wanted the details. As if, she thought to herself. She wasn't telling people what they were doing to the car. What was the fun in that? This call was yet another person wanting to know about Dom's new ride.
"No, sorry, we have no info on that for you. No, nothing. I don't know a thing.Yes of course we are his part supplier but what people order is confidential.I'm positive I can't tell you anything about it.I can't even confirm what kind of car it is I'm afraid.Yes there is a rumour going around it's an RX-8 but I can't confirm that. You know how rumours are in this world.Ummhumm. Ok then, when he's ready you'll see him at the warehouse. I can tell you it should be soon.Ok then, have a good one.BuhBye." Damn, why would they think she could tell them this stuff and when would they stop calling. The phone rang again.
"The Racer's Edge, Torrie speaking, let me save you time right off, I don't know what Torretto is driving, building or ordering! Do you still have a question?" Torrie was starting to be in a bad mood.
"Taking a lot of calls on that Torr?" Dom's voice came over the line. Torrie smiled at the sound.
"Dom, I could shoot you over this."
"Not my fault I had a car accident you know. I haveta have a car." Dom smiled just because of the sheer frustration in Torrie's voice. And he was glad to know that people were that concerned over what he was driving.
"I know, but you don't have to be such a big playa that everyone wants to know what you're doin'. Or you could go to the warehouse and tell 'em all so they stop callin'. I didn't wanna work here today but my poor staff are fed up of fielding what's Dom doin' calls." Torrie sighed.
"Well, if my parts supplier would get my Sparco seats, HKS turbo, and Fusion stereo in then I could go down there an show 'em all." Dom said in mock annoyance.
"Perhaps your parts supplier got your parts all in and has 'em in her car to bring home to you, but is staring to feel that your business is not worth the headache of dealing with your attitude or the hassle of dealing with your 'adoring public'." Torrie said into the phone, trying not to laugh. She knew they were just playing.
"Well, maybe if she delivers the parts and helps her boy install 'em, they'll hit the warehouse tonight and put a stop to the calls. If they can get out of the garage." She could hear the smile in his voice.
"Well, maybe after working all day long and being so annoyed she doesn't wanna work on a car after selling parts all day."
"But doesn't she wanna see the playa? She must know she has what all the ladies want."
"Oh Dominic you are so full of yourself." She threw her head back and laughed with her whole soul.
"Well, you're the one who called me a playa. I'm just liven up to the role." She could tell he was trying not to fall off his chair laughing. "Seriously girl, when you comin' home? I miss you."
"Dominic Torreto you miss your car parts. You wouldn't care less if came home if I chucked your stuff in the truck and had someone drive it to you." She knew she was right on some levels but he might miss her company in some ways she figured.
"I miss you too girl. It's three, just tell your people to answer the phone the same way you did, or let the machine get it and only call back the people who seem to let on they have a real parts order and come home. I really want your help with parts of this car." "Aight, I'm leaving now. I gotta pull the Nissan out of the garage. I didn't wanna leave it on the street with your stuff in the back."
"You're bringing all that stuff home in a S15 Silvia?" Dom was trying to wrap his brain around how she'd gotten two racing seats into a 2+2 sports car.
She laughed. "Yep, and I'll be home soon kay?"
"Kay." They said good-bye and hung up.
"Stacy, I'm leaving. I'll be at DT." Torrie noticed the looks she got from the people in the store. The windows of DT had been closed and the doors locked since the new car came home. Everyone wanted a peek at it but the team had been very careful to keep it hidden. "If people call about Dom's car, tell 'em you have no idea about the car, but you hear it just might be at races tonigh." Torrie smiled and Stacy nodded. The store cleared out, most people had only been around to try to hear something about Dom's ride. The girls shared a look. Torrie headed to the garage. No one seemed to be there. She pulled the Nissan in quickly so no one would see in.
"Dom. Dominic." Torrie looked around. She didn't see him anywhere.
"Back here." Dom called from his office.
"Whatcha doin'?" Torrie asked him. He was hunched over his computer, staring at the screen.
"Thinkin' 'bout painten' the car."
"Dominic Torreto, if you tell me this car is not gonna be seen till you repaint it, even though it's a perfectly nice color and Mia could have the graphics on it in an hour I'll kill you. This car has to hit races tonight! I can't take much more of the people hanging out at my business and phoning constantly over this car."
"I'll drive it the way it's painted right now for now, but I wanna paint it someday." Torrie gave a relieved sigh. Dom frowned. He would rather paint it before people saw it but it was clear Torrie was not having it. "Well, show me how you got this stuff in your car."
He couldn't figure how she got all that stuff in there, and they had a bitch of a time getting it all out. Dom put the seats in, Torrie did the stereo for him, she was better at it. Then he did the turbo while Torrie slid under the car on a creeper to double check the exhaust setup and the Koni shocks. The exhaust muffler had slipped a hanger.
Torrie was fighting with it, trying to get it back on the hanger. It slipped on but her hand slipped and she cut herself on the palm at the same time.
"Aw shit!" She exclaimed from under the car.
"What? What happened Torrie?" When she didn't answer right away he hauled her out from under the car. "You cut yourself. On what?" All Dom saw was blood, Torrie's blood, and it freaked him out.
"Muffler. It's just a scratch." Torrie told him, trying to reassure him even as she dripped blood on the garage floor. Dom went for the peroxide and a bandage. Dom held her hand out flat and then poured the liquid all over the cut. Torrie made a small cry and a tear slipped down her face. It was not a scratch, she'd just said that to Dom. It was really pretty deep.
"It's more then just a scratch, but I don't think you need stitches." He noticed the silvery tear on her cheek. "Aw baby. Did I hurt you?"
"No." She said and sniffled.
He wrapped up the cut then kissed her forehead. "There, that'll stop the bleeding and you won't get infection. I'm sorry it hurt." He kissed the track the tear made on her face.
"I'm fine. Really. And guess what else?"
"What?" Dom asked her.
"Your car's done. That was the final check over I was doing. It's all ready to go."
"It is isn't it?" Dom asked with a smile. She nodded. "Well then, let's fire it up." She smiled back. They fired the car up and it started right away and ran smooth as silk.
They smiled at each other. "Hey, you know what I always wanted to do to my new cars and never ever got to do?" Dom asked her.
"No, what?" She answered.
He whispered in her ear and Torrie turned bright red. They locked the garage and Dom showed her instead of explaining further.
They had Mia do the graphics right after dinner and then Jessie gave the car one more going over. He pronounced it ready to go. They all went to get ready for races at that point.
They'd always all rolled in their own rides, ever since Dom had started to allow Torrie to race, but that night he asked her to ride with him. And he did it so nice and politely that she agreed to ride with him. He seemed like he really wanted her company. She didn't feel any motives behind it like he didn't think she could drive with her injury or anything like that so she climbed into his new car and they all took off.
At racing Dom stuck to her side, it was strange. For a change it wasn't her following him if she wanted to be with him. He stayed with her, took care of her and let the people who wanted to see him come over to them. And Dom was always familiar with the racer chasers, Torrie knew he didn't mean anything by it but sometimes he acted like he had the right to be like that with them. But that night he was friendly but distant from them. He made it clear that he was with Torrie. He'd made it clear to her and the team they were together long ago but he'd never made such a public statement before, never acted like they were 'serious' like this before. Torrie wondered what it was all about for a moment but then settled back to enjoy the ride.