Continuing the Dream by Charles

With the sheriff burning up the road behind us, with his siren blaring and lights flashing it was no longer a fun time for the check out girl.  She was crying out for  me to stop and hitting my shoulder.  She was pounding my arm as hard as she could and screaming "my ass hurts and i can't sit like this any longer stop this car!"  I couldn't feel a thing from her pounding my arm as my adrenilin was pounding throughout my body and my hands were busy with the wheel and shifting gears trying to keep the roadster on the road at such a high speed.  The check out girl cried out again, "You don't even know my name is Nancy and could this guy next to me please put the gun away.  I just want to go home!"  She was crying and heaving so hard that tank top was draping off her shoulders and her breasts were starting to be unveiled.  

I glanced over at John and he stared back at me in disbelief and then he went back to staring down the barrel of the glock pistol.  He did hesitate for a moment and checked out Nancy's particulars.