CHAPTER FIVE
Planned AttackThe tree lined street was bathed in the warm light of streetlamps. Lines of cars were parked for the night on both sides of the quite residential street.
Victoria's windows fogged against the crisp night air. In the car, they broke, panting, searching for they own breath.
“Wow,” said Zacke.
“What, too much for you?” asked Victoria, their bodies entwined in the back seat of her Toyota, she was currently on top but they'd switched positions a few times.
“Nope. But I mean, it's a Toyota. We're gonna get hernias back here.” Zacke moved his arm around Victoria again.
“Don't worry about me, kid. You know we can't hang at my place. Too many roommates.”
“Oh, yeah? A bunch of cougars at your place? I'm still underage, you know,” Zacke smiled.
“You're almost 17. I
