Elwood pulled the Bluesmobile out of the parking lot, with smoke and loud screeching coming from underneath the wheels. He took the first on-ramp to anywhere. Interstate 64, going east? That sounded as good a route as any else.

Speed was, once again, his friend. How long would it take for the cops, or the feds even, to start looking for him?

"Dammit."

He hated running. All his life, he'd had his share of making his escapes. He'd escaped from that foster home, stealing bicycles when he had to. He'd even escaped from the orphanage. At that point, he didn't care how he got away. He just had to get out and find Jake. It was simple. Take control and do what you have to do. He'd steal a car if he had to. He didn't mind that the car was a police car. That only added to the excitement.

But an escape was always different than running. If he was going to be speeding down the road, he wanted to be in control of the situation. It should be on his terms, for Christ's sake! He should have a plan, or at least a direction.

He thought of the woman who stood him up earlier that week. He'd offered her an escape plan. A way out from a situation that he could only imagine as hell. Ultimately, she wouldn't run off with him. He planned her whole fucking escape, but she didn't want to run. At that moment, he resented her. And somehow, he also understood her better than ever.

The sign said 5 miles until the next exit.

Speeding used more gas than going 55. He knew that all to well. He checked his fuel gage, and shook his head. He wasn't sure if he could make it all the way, or if that exit even had an all night gas station. But it was worth a shot.

He turned on the radio and turned up the volume up as loud as he could bear. The music drowned out everything around him, and fuelled the adrenaline rush.

Elwood never heard the sirens behind him, but finally he couldn't help but notice the red and white flashing lights reflecting in the rear view mirror.

This was the problem with mindless running, he thought. You lose your advantage, and your control. You start to panic. Then you fuck up. Next thing you know, you're doing 90 in a 55 mile an hour speed zone, with rollers right up your ass.

He pressed down on the gas as far as it could go. The sirens seemed to be getting softer, as if he was leaving them behind. A moment later, another car pulled out behind him, from some hidden blind spot along the road. The sirens were loud, and unmistakable now.

The Caddy started to shake as it hit 97 miles per hour.

Maybe they'd get him for speeding. Maybe they'd get him for assaulting a federal officer. Maybe both. Maybe more.

Either way, right now he had nothing left to lose.

He took his foot off the gas slightly, and used his indicator light to signal right. All three vehicles started to slow down, and veered over to the right. Silence followed the echo of the sirens being turned off.

He turned off his headlights as he slowed, as if he had completely turned off his motor. As he dropped to 20 miles an hour, Elwood slammed on the gas again, pulled out to the left, and in a single sweeping move, made a 180 degree spin.

"Bless me father... for I have spinned!"

He smiled. What good was suffering through all those years of a Catholic education if you couldn't make fun of it once in a while? Then he realized that without Jake was sitting by his side, his confession wasn't all that funny.

Elwood slammed on the gas, and drove down the highway, going the wrong direction. The road wasn't crowded, but it certainly wasn't empty. He swerved several times, avoiding several cars. The police cars, a bit more concerned for the oncoming traffic, had just about turned around, and made ready for the pursuit. But instead of proceeding, they pulled over to the side of the road, as they looked off into the distance for the red tail lights of the black Cadillac. Yet, they saw no trace of the Bluesmobile.

And Elwood saw nothing ahead of him, with his lights turned off. He'd just have to rely on the lights of the oncoming traffic, or the feel of the rumble strips on the side of the road to guide him. It was just a mile or so to that exit ramp anyway. Just one sixty degree turn, and he could easily find his way onto a back road, and away from the cops.

Elwood hated running. In gym class, he'd sit it out, never enjoying the pounding of his feet on the ground as he ran. His heels touching hard surface, then lifting off on the balls and toes. He hated that forced feeling. Dancing was different. That was his escape. But running was something he didn't want to ever do again.

Tonight, the Bluesmobile did the running for him. The wheels pounded down the asphalt, touching hard ground, then lifting off with all the power that they could bear.

He had no idea where he was heading. But at 90 miles an hour, it didn't matter. He'd get there really fast. He wound around several turns, trying to make his path less traceable.

Again, the music drowned out everything around him, and at least it fuelled the adrenaline rush.

Unfortunately, it couldn't fuel the Caddy itself.

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It looked like a residential area, but there weren't too many houses around. That was probably good. Fewer people to be suspicious of him speeding down the road. But that also meant no gas stations, and no street lights to speak of. There were, however, bright lights up in the distance. From where he was, it looked like they were coming from a mansion. Elwood turned his lights on again, turned right, and felt the car begin to putter. This time, the Caddy wasn't shaking due to speed.

"Out of gas?"

It was a stupid question, and he knew it, as it crossed his lips. Of course he was out of gas! And he was expecting it. He only hoped it wouldn't actually happen. He coasted the Caddy to the edge of the road, turned off the lights, and jumped out. He grabbed a gas can and a hose from the trunk. Somewhere, he'd find a car with a little extra fuel to spare. Something would turn up. Thinking about the mansion, though, he also grabbed his suit jacket from the back seat, in case he had to look presentable.

He saw the road light up from behind him, well before he heard the honking horn. A bright red 308 GTB pulled up beside him, and he heard giggling from inside. A window rolled down.

"Is that your car on the side of the road, back there?"

Elwood leaned down to the now open window. A cool waft of air hit him from inside the air conditioned Ferrari. He looked in to see two blondes, smiling, giggling and silly. He crouched down to talk to them.

"Ran out of gas." No more explanation was needed. Instead he offered up a wide grin.

"Well, we could call someone when we get to the club..."

"Uh, no... thanks. That's ok. Maybe I could, uh, squeeze in...?" He pointed into the car.

The girls laughed, thinking about Elwood trying to fit into the two seater. The bleached blond in the passenger seat blushed at the thought of siting on his lap, then seductively smiled back at him.

Elwood continued to smile, and raised his eyebrows a bit suggestively.

"This is a nice car." He ran his hands down the edge of the door. "Zero to a hundred in fifteen seconds... You could get into a lot of trouble... in a car like this." His grin widened even further, listening to the girls giggle uncontrollably at his innuendo.

He slowly added "You want me to, uh ... drive?"

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"No... Back there. By the golf carts..." Elwood directed the driver.

He hadn't been able to convince her that he should get behind the wheel, even though he wasn't all that happy with her driving skills, as she jerked the car around a little too much for Elwood's taste. The jerking motion repositioned the girl in his lap, several incredible times. A few times, he repositioned himself on his own, holding onto her hips and moving her soft ass into the best positions. He apologized each time, even though the girl in his lap wasn't complaining.

And neither was Elwood.

Another chance for a quick bit of fun. Like Jake said, never give up the chance for a free ride.

They pulled around the back of the golf house, where the carts were parked.

"Look around... for ... a... pump," Elwood said shyly, but well aware of his play on words. The girls continued to giggle. The girl in his lap, especially, feeling his arousal, subtly wiggled a bit on his lap, pushing her hips further back into him.

Finally, the driver spotted the fuel pump, and pulled up next to it.

"Let me jump out and get some gas..." Elwood said, twisting slightly as he reached for the door handle.

Pressing the button on the automatic door lock, the driver was intent on preventing his escape.