Driving a hot car is a lot like sex to me, or a lot like I keep thinking sex should be: A total body experience, overwhelming, to all the senses, taking you places you've never been, packing a punch that leaves you breathless and touches your soul. The Viper was way more satisfying then my last boyfriend.

You never knew what you could get away with until you tried.

A fecking flamethrower! Why didn't I think of that? Best I came up with was a measly hair dryer.

I hope they change my drugs soon. Whatever I'm on isn't working.

Then you will simply have to see for yourself. Touch me, lass. Feel my ...sock." His silver gaze sizzled with challenge, as he unzipped his zipper. Uh-uh." She shook her head for added emphasis. Then find me a pair of trews that doona threaten to sever my manparts.

Fear and doubt are major stampeders.

I was adrift in a sea of questions and if answers were lifeboats, I was in imminent danger of drowning.