The dingy gas station stood attached to an abandoned garage and sat back from the main road meant for truckers at one point in time.
After stopping by a drive-thru, India raced down the swirly road out of town toward a forgotten-about and hidden garage. I kept my
distance so she didn’t get suspicious and parked on the side of the road by the driveway.
I only had seconds before she’d be inside, so I hauled ass toward her. A million different scenarios played out in my head, none of
them ended well, but I had to try.
She heard the crunch of the rocks beneath my shoes, turned and I sideswiped her. I’d never hit a woman in my life, but this cunt
needed more than a tackle.
“Oh my God!” she squeaked, but stopped when she realized who hit her. Her eyes rounded, and her lips opened in a
