She could never let it happen anywhere else. Killed, maybe.” He pulled some bills out of his pocket and said to the girl inside the small wooden building, “Two pit passes and your phone number, please.”
“Just the pit passes,” a heavyset woman sitting behind her said. “Don’t look now,” Jason said, “here comes ticket girl, with reinforcements.”
Evan turned and looked up pit road. In her head, she checked two items off her sexual bucket list. Evan watched Jason gulp air and tried to swallow. Her eyes had seen Evan pressing his face into her panties, but her brain told her it was her pussy he was licking. Could those really be her nipples holding up that sweatshirt, he wondered. It was a five-eighths mile, high-banked oval that had been cut into the earth. Evan wouldn’t let himself think about that, so he shifted his thoughts to the exchange with Deana before he left for Jason’s house. “Hi,” Rebecca said. Jason pulled up a pair of boxers and stuffed the mule inside, then got in bed. It took a minute in front of the toilet to get his morning wood lowered.
