“I'm a whore!"Miki hit the brakes...her hands.. gripping the steering wheel, glanced at Sara. "You're not wearing any underwear, are you?"Sara let out a strangled squeal...”

“Miki held up a tennis ball, looked at Sara’s new Pack, and tossed it out into the forest away from the ongoing rave. They all watched it go, then they turned back to Miki.“Okay. Go…”Sara and Angelina slapped their hands over their friend’s mouth before the word “fetch” could come out of it.They pulled her over to one of the food tables.“Are you out of your ever-loving mind?! Everyone here but us is like Sara.” Angelina snapped. “And after seeing them in action I’d rather not fuck with them!”Miki gave that innocent smile. “It was just a little experiment.”

“Miki burst into laughter while Angelina looked validly concerned. “Sara, honey, you’ve got to let your toy go.”“Hey!” Zach snapped.”

“So, what happened to your face?”Sara grabbed Miki by her T-shirt and jeans before she could dive over the counter at the Asian girl they called Kelly.Angelina leaned forward as Sara pulled Miki back to her, “You know what they say about curiosity? That it stabbed the annoying biker girl over and over and over again until she spit up blood.”Oh, yeah. That was subtle.”

“Angelina leaned forward as Sara pulled Miki back to her, "You know what they say about curiosity? That it stabbed the annoying biker girl over and over and over again until she spit up blood.”

“Even if the steering wheel fits, you don't have to keep gripping it.”