Her eyes moved from the mirror back to the road. Clarice grinned insanely and shouted, “You motherfuckers can't drive!”
Ace grabbed the Oh s**t handle above his door and squeaked a very mousy sound.
Clarice turned down another street, which was short and intersected with two other roads, houses on every corner. She stomped the emergency brake to sling the rear-end around without affecting her steering, released the brake and hit the gas in one motion, the car sliding into someone's yard and taking out their mailbox and trash can before hitting the pavement again, accelerating, tires roaring for grip. The move was executed to near perfection, evoking a bazillion goose bumps up and down her arms and breasts.
“YOU MOTHERFUCKERS CAN'T DRIVE!” Clarice bellowed in challenge, cackling. Ace tur
