The crescendo was approaching and there was noway short of a bucket of ice water to stop it."Lee ..." I tried again, forcing the words out between bre...ths. "I ... ohgod ... I'm gonna ... gonna ..."That last word, the finale of my warning sentence, refused to be made.Instead, I drew in a lungful of musky air and released it with a squealingmoan as my train broke through the barrier and every ounce of the pressurethat had been building inside me burst all at once.My back bowed as wave after wave. Lizard stoppedrolling and laid back on the sofa. “What’s with Hollyand Mike?” he asked. “You know him?” “Yeah, from one of the clubs… Anyways, what’s theydoing there I thought Holly was a dyke” he whisperedthe last part. “I thought so too…” I was feeling a little stoned andlaid on the couch with my head in Lizard’s lap. Hestarted fondling with my hair as we passed the joint toeach other. I could feel his cock getting. “Rachel, stand up,” Mark said, and I noticed his voice was husky.I pushed myself back into an upright position, perhaps a little too fast because I swayed. Mark was there to grab me, and he pulled me close. He placed his hands on either side of my face making me look at him.“I want you, Rachel. I want to finish this when we have more time. Tell me you will let us finish.”The raw, desperate desire in his eyes and the need in his voice was my undoing. How could I tell a man that I have longed for. I walk across the pit road to where the two guys with Danny are standing. One has a stopwatch and is watching the car intently, the other guy is leaning on the wall with his back to the track. I watch Danny making laps. He is typical of the new gang of drivers. He runs around the inside of the track. He accelerates like mad down the straight, hits the brakes, turns left, and accelerates hard, right around the bottom. During a race, you see them nose to tail sometimes two wide, lap, after lap,.