Once my former seat was filled by the former underclothes of my former travel mates, I shifted into drive and left them in my dust. Isa raised a fist, shrieking some threat that didn't penetrate her car. By the time I turned onto the Sterns' street, the two were jogging after me. I squinted into the rear view mirror to take in the sight of their tits flopping and bobbling madly as they dashed after their vehicle. With a private chuckle, I pulled away.

I didn't get their messages until I was back home, my own car resting safely in the garage. I'd found it remarkably without punctured tires, broken...