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I ramped right into her like Spy Hunter. Nobody was chasing me, but I slipped onto the proverbial oilslick (Astroglide, puddled underneath her right knee), landing my knee right into her abdomen. She groaned, and something about her intonation reminded me of the acceleration noise from Outrun. That stupid tropical radio station song popped into my head, and my boner fizzled like a Pole Position flat tire (if you could get flats on Pole Position).
Date Written: May 31, 2005
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