You simply have to love that mean machines and hot girls that come with it.So I came the other day to my friends house for a beer and we talked about ...oing to next race. Then his mom came. She was at hairdresser, wearing black track suit which perfectly fit her body, showing her curves...and awesome hair, of course.As we were talking she said that she would also like to go to race because she never went on one before, so we all decided we will on next race which was past weekend.Saturday. Over time she had come to like him for it. She liked being in his company and he was good to look at. He looked great in jeans and hiking boots. “How long do you think we'll be here?” she asked and looked toward the door of the house. It was closed and her best friend and his best friend were inside arguing. The truck sat in the driveway with a canopy of tree branches above them. The light from the westering sun was faltering and darkness loomed in the shadows and corners. She could hear a. Beth looked at her in surprise, but wasn't able to say anything before the door shut. They all ate breakfast quickly before heading south on the road to New Orleans. They had to get past two checkpoints to get into the city. Police manned the first barricade. Their faces and voices were almost feminine, they were survivors of the virus. Large blacks manned the second barricade. They demanded a toll of twelve hundred dollars to pass. Jefferson negotiated it down to five hundred. They'd kept. ”“It’s just ... what would your mother say?”“She’d say do what we have to do,” Grace replied definitely, in her sleeveless vest tee. She was sure her mum would, too. You didn’t get to be a rocket scientist without knowing how to focus on a goal. They had to get Cyan’s virus into the SETI system; that was the only thing that mattered.“I’ll be with her anyway,” said Mia, closing off the discussion with her tone. “No need to worry, even though she does look like that. And that’s the whole point.