Go-Karts: Jay
I felt like I was wearing a suit of lead. Every time Tiffany’s hand hooked into my belt loop or her nails scraped my collarbone, I had to physically restrain myself from flinching. It wasn't just the performance; it was the fact that I was doing it right in front of the only person whose opinion actually mattered. The double-kart was a nightmare. Tiffany was squeezed in beside me, her neon-pink dress hiked up so high I was afraid we’d get a citation for indecent exposure and her perfume filling the small cockpit until I felt lightheaded. "Jay-bird, make sure we win," she chirped, leaning her head on my shoulder as the attendant came around to check the harness. "I want to see the look on everyone's faces when we cross the line first." "It’s a go-kart track, Tiff, not the Indy 500," I mu
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