He yanked me in the direction of a silver automobile parked in the front of the garage. Even to my inexperienced eye, the general silhouette of the car betrayed its age. The body was created in powerful planes rather than seductive curves, and the lines were somewhat blockier than in Nicola's prior automobiles.

His lengthy fingers stroked the chrome wing mirror in a manner reminiscent of the attentive way he touched my flesh in bed. "Since I was sixteen years old, I've dreamed of having one of these, and now my dream has come true. "

"What makes this one so special?"

His vile grin crinkled up at the corner....