This story is from a prompt, but for the life of my I cant remember if it was a first sentence starter or a three word. Well, enjoy!
The Ferrari stopped and the tinted window opened to reveal a well-manicured and coifed young woman. She looked over at the biker next to her at the red light, revving her engine a little.
The weathered looking man on the bike seemed to take the bait, revving his own engine with a wolfish grin on his lips.
When the light turned green, off they went. Tired screeched, smoked billowed and the two propelled to great speeds down the straight stretch of street until the next light. The Ferrari won of course.
The young woman stopped and got out of her sports car, leaning against it as the biker came to a stop, dismounting his machine. That same wolfish grin was on his…
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