He was six years older, and he didn’t even want to fuck. We hadn’t had sex in years by the time I threw him out. And as I got older, my sex drive ...ot hotter and hotter.The ice in my ice tea was melting, the condensation was dripping onto my stomach. My black bikini and oversized hat made me look a little intimidating. I loved sitting on my patio watching Simon push that heavy lawnmower. I’m sure that my lawns didn’t need mowing every three weeks, but when it was hot, he’d slip his shirt off. It was bad enough to see the damage of 4 maybe 5 beers at 70 Euros, but Amanda managed to rack up over 200 Euros on her bill. “Damn how much did you drink,” I asked her.“I dunno,” slurred back at me.We both signed our bar tabs, Amanda taking a long time to handle a pen and as we went to stand up she almost fell out of her seat. I shot out a steadying hand to help her out as she attempted to regain her composure. “I got it, I got it,” she snapped. But, when she went to take a step Amanda nearly. From just behind him a door opened and three younger black guys came into the room and stood behind him. One was looking in my direction and he said ‘This one’s waking up; can we have a go at her?’ The big guy in the chair just nodded, and the three young guys surrounded me on the bed making me bounce around a bit. I tried to move my hands again but to no avail.I heard one of the young guys ask if they needed to gag me too, but he was told that the drug was still wearing off and a gag wasn’t. I laughed out loud. I had a car that could really turn on a dime.I flipped the switch again to return control to normal steering and looked at the road. I needed a long straightaway, just like the half mile down to the corner. I checked my readings and eased the car out to the road. I stopped and looked down the blacktop toward the corner. With one foot on the brake, I twisted the throttle on the engine up until I was at eighty-five percent of the generator capacity. My foot came off the brake.