Thread: The Road To Fame (Sumi & Mr Quixotic)

Whether Karmen placed her touch so close to his crotch on purpose, Duane wasn't certain, and was not about to ask. The thief had quickly become accustomed to the woman's quick wit, and ability to reciprocate, with interest, any teasing of his own, and though he'd usually have no problem with engaging her, or indeed sliding her fingers subtly higher as a test to see if and when she'd stop him, this wasn't the time. Not when he'd be required to concentrate on the road, with his own hands mostly occupied, for the next one hundred miles, whilst she'd be totally free to do as she wished. There could only be one winner. Duke attempted to pretend nonchalance, which wasn't an easy task, and a fact likely caught by the woman. Thankfully, she said nothing. Instead, she appeared to become concerned when the vehicle refused to start, and after the first failed attempt, Duane's mind focused on getting the engine to run. The confidence returned when it eventually fired up, and her hand pulled back. You'll be the one begging, Karmen, and I don't believe there's anything in that naughty mind of yours that I'd consider inappropriate. However, feel free to prove me wrong. This here car won't be the only thing purring like a baby. He patted the steering wheel at the completion of the last sentence, and waited until the Reddell Motel had disappeared from the rear view mirror, before he caught her eyes, and playfully shook his head. Dirty talk is my specialty, but I promise, no fists. However, that doesn't negate a spanking. Duane wiggled a brow, then returned his attention back to driving a smile pasted across his face. With the road smooth and straight, and absent of any other traffic, he soon had the Thunderbird rolling along at a good speed, and relaxed in his seat to enjoy the breeze flowing through the open window, and the company of the woman in the passenger seat. That calmness was broken when the car lurched and sputtered, and smoke shot from the engine, and he watched with a sense of dread until it dissipated. Once it had, and the vehicle regained it's momentum, he turned his ears to Karmen's response to his mention of a vacation, and laughed. Sure, I think just the two of us can make a road-trip interesting enough without needing to involve the Police, unless of course you have a thing for men in uniform, as well as suits? His expression was lit with humour, however the cheeky grin disappeared, and his countenance became slightly more sombre as he contemplated her next question, and decided that Karmen deserved a serious and honest answer. .... Clunk.......Clunk .... Clunk.......Clunk.......Clunk .... Clunk...... Clunk...... Clunk........Clunk .....BANG A noise reverberated through the vehicle, the Thunderbird shuddered violently, and moments later it was surrounded by a fog of thick, black smoke. Shit. The car screeched to a halt on the verge of the Highway about three feet short of the edge of a hundred-yard deep chasm between columns of bright red rock. Duke switched off the engine, expelled the deep breath he'd taken, removed his shaking hands from the steering wheel and looked at Karmen in silence, then slowly raised his eyes to the bright blue sky and blazing sun outside, muttered, I guess you were right about that new car. Nice day for a walk, and exited the vehicle. A glance at the odometer had told him they were still fifteen miles from their destination. As flames licked at the hood, he surveyed the deserted highway. The car was un-driveable, and couldn't just be left abandoned there to be noted by a passing police cruiser. The licence plate was sure to be checked, the Thunderbird revealed as stolen, and quickly linked to he and Karmen if they were found traipsing along the side of the road, luggage in hand, soon thereafter. He contemplated the situation for a few moments, then shuffled his feet in the dirt, and leaned in to peer at Karmen through the opened door. I never hurt a man who didn't ask for a hurting. One beats a woman, or bullies those weaker than himself, he deserves it, and those are the only times I've ever been violent. Never during a crime. As far as robbing itself goes, I figure if a person ain't smart enough to hold onto what's theirs, they're best without it. If I don't take it, someone else surely will. Duane Edward's had his own set of principles, and hoped Karmen would be okay with them. Now jump out, unless you'd prefer to remain where you are when this baby goes over the cliff. Can't leave her where she is, for the authorities to find. Duke, as if without a care in the world, then began to whistle a now all too familiar tune as he moved to the trunk to gather their luggage.