Author's forward: The first chapter was all from Steve's point of view. The second I used Maddie's point of view to tie up a lot of things that Steve didn't know, and tied up some endings left in part one. This part is going to mainly be Steve's point of view since it is his tale. There will be parts written from Maddie's view so that I can roll into the fourth part without half of it being backtracking. Please enjoy.....SH
When I wrote that previous forward I had intended the story to be four chapters only. Well, as I wrote various ideas came to me. A few of which I tried and liked. The only problem with that is they threw my plan into a tailspin and I had to do a lot to keep the tale tracking the way I wanted to. I apologize for so much backtracking, but it's the best way I know to tell Steve's tale. I also found the story running a lot longer than I had originally planned so therefore the story is no longer a four chapter ride but five now, that is if I can keep chapter four from going out of control.
So please enjoy chapter three, please vote and all feedback is appreciated. See you in chapter 4......SH
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"Put your money where your mouth is punk!"
"I got nothing to prove here cock monger! You talked shit, not me. You gonna put daddy's money on your car? Any one of us will see whatever you lay down."
"All right boy, I got a grand here says my 'Cuda will romp any of you."
Geoff Mandrel had bought a 68 Barracuda from a couple of guys we knew from a town about 60 miles south. They had the car at the race track just about every weekend trying to figure out why it fell flat on it's face about 900 feet into the race. That's why they sold it. This douche bag didn't know shit about his ride, he just knows it has a hemi, they were fast in the day, and still should be.
I'm not sure how much the Rodriguez brothers had soaked Geoffy and his daddy for, but I'm sure they got enough to build some serious iron, and a big laugh at the same time. It's not every day you have chumps with cash to blow fall into your lap. Don pulled the deck of cards out and shuffled them, and handed the deck to Shelby.
Shelby had been home from college for a week now and we had spent just about every night together. She broke off her engagement and said she wanted to be with me. That worked out fine for me since Maddie had announced her pending nuptials in the shittiest manner I know of. By text! I guess I was stupid for believing she truly had room in her heart for me. At least I don't live at Herb and Dianne's any longer and thus will not have to see her. I hooked up with Shelby on what turned out to be the best and shittiest night of my young life.
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I was working Wednesday night, in my office at Charley's, when Charley came to my door. "Shep, I got some fuck stick kid out here looking to talk to you." With that he turned and headed right back out. Charley and I have that kind of relationship. We waste few words. When Charley says someone is a fuck stick, it usually means he thinks they are not in the store to buy.
I went out to the front counter to find Tommy "Diesel" DeSalle waiting. "
Fuck stick
" seemed to be a proper term. I have little to no use for this guy. He always runs his mouth, and never backs it up. He claims he's been trying to race me now for a month. He's never out though when I am. Seems to be a funny way to goad someone into a race in my opinion. Of course this is the same guy who was the starting quarterback on the high school team for three years. They won two games in those three years; games Diesel was hurt and couldn't play in. The year after he graduated they won the State Championship. Doctor Daddy's money must have been one hell of a brain number for the coach.
I get out to the counter to see what this asshole wanted and he hits me with, "What's this shit about Maddie getting hitched?"
I couldn't hide my surprise. I had received a text from her a week ago saying she was fucking her boy friend Mark on a regular basis. That had pissed me off but it said nothing about marriage. "What the fuck are you prattling about?"
"Your sister, numb nuts, I got a text today saying she's getting married in May."
He handed his phone to me and I read the message. "Beats me. She aint said word one to me about it, not that that is anything new."
"Dude, don't be a jackass! Your sister thinks the sun rises and falls around you. She'll likely call you and tell you."
I couldn't believe what I was reading;
"OK guys. Mark and I will get hitched in May. I wish you all the best
But I am off the market. XOX M"
So this is her way of not going exclusive with anyone else?
"I take thee to bang 'til my heart's content,"
seems pretty fucking exclusive to me. Maybe she was throwing old flames off the trail so to speak, so she'd have more time for me. But still, I felt like someone had kicked me in the balls repeatedly with steel toed boots. I had to change the subject to keep from exploding.
"Who knows? So, where's your car? I haven't seen it in a while."
"It's in the shop man. Broke my spur lock in the left dif."
"What the fuck is this imbecile talking about?"
I asked my self. If you are going to bullshit, learn some actual mechanical problems before you spout off. I pretended to not notice his moronic misstep. "Yeah I need to save up and replace my spur locks with racing versions soon. I'm not sure how much longer mine are gonna hold up."
I knew where his car was. He had it back at Northwitch's getting them to do some stupid shit he read about in a magazine that was supposed to add 100 horsepower to his car. The article failed to mention that a lot of engine modification was needed to get the effects desired. My buddy Greg had just gotten a job there and told us all about it.
"We'll have to race after all these spur locks are replaced." I told him as I walked him towards the door. I didn't care to have Charley think I had any business to do with this guy. As we walked past a stack of amplifiers I was grabbed from behind and had my eyes covered with a pair of female hands. I felt hot breath on my ear as I was told, "Guess who." in a sultry sexy voice, followed by a tongue to my ear.