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The summer sun beats down on the hood of my 1976 Pontiac Trans Am. I stretch out my petite frame, my blonde hair cascading down my back like a golden waterfall. My nipples are hard and perked up, straining against the thin fabric of my red bikini top. I feel the heat from the pavement radiating up through the metal, warming my skin.
I look around at the deserted parking lot, feeling a thrill of excitement. It's just me and my car out here, alone in the world. I love it when it feels like this, like I'm the only person alive. The wind stirs the air, rustling my hair and sending goosebumps down my arms.
My eyes scan the horizon, taking in the endless expanse of open road. This car is a beast, a powerful machine that can take me anywhere I want to go. And I want to go fast. Very fast. The engine purrs beneath me, eager to be unleashed like a wild animal. I can feel my heart racing just thinking about it.
