Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 44

"You know why, potty mouth," Deana said, and pulled her shorts up. "A better question is why don't we have our own apartment. Squirrels, what the hell does that mean?"

"Nothing," Rebecca said, and kissed her on the lips. "You love my potty mouth."

Three quick taps on the door, then it opened. "Good" her mother said, under her breath. "Your dad's home. Don't blast any music. Rebecca, you staying for dinner?"

"No ma'am, I already ate, Rebecca said, with a straight face.

"Okay, that's good, Candy said, and closed the door.

They looked at each other for a minute with questioning faces. Finally, Deana said, "I can't believe you said that."

"I know, it just came out," Rebecca said. "Did she know? Do you think she knew? Why didn't she open the door the first time?"

"I don't know. It was weird...but she couldn't know," Deana said. "She was probably just making sure we knew he was home, in case we were doing something online that he might not like. Not that I would ever do that."

"I know, you're a good girl who never does anything wrong." Rebecca said.

"That was before I got corrupted by you." She wished her father would go to China already, and maybe forget to come back for the rest of the summer. She wanted to live her life without being afraid,

at least until she left for college.

"You loved getting corrupted by me," Rebecca said. "I can't wait until the next time."

"Don't look at me like that," Deana said. "If he ever caught us, or even suspected, I'd never get to see you again." It'd be his fault if she became a lesbian.

Once they were off the interstate, and only a few miles from the track, the mood in Evan's car changed. Evan was excited and had a hard time not speeding.

The sign announcing the Deep South Speedway flashed by and Evan moved into the left-hand turn lane. They crossed the two southbound lanes onto the dirt access road and immediately Evan lowered both windows. His pulse quickened. "I love that smell."

"What smell?" Jason said. "I don't smell anything."

"It's racing in the air. Race fuel, exhaust, dirt and speed."

"Okay," Jason said, "whatever."

"You'll see. I still can't believe you've never come to the races with me."

"I'm just not into all that drafting, loose, tight, pushing, spinning," Jason said. "The only reason I watch racing is because I'm hoping I'll get to hear the announcer say, 'Danica is tight, or Danica took a hard hit in the rear. She's okay, but she'll be sore tomorrow."

Evan smiled even though he didn't want to, and Jason added, 'Besides, I've been to like a hundred go-kart races with you, but they didn't cost twenty bucks...for a pit pass, whatever that is."

"Yeah, I know, that's why I'm paying for you tonight." Evan said.

Evan and Jason walked across the grass parking lot and got in Iine. "Hear that?" Evan said.

"Hear what?" Jason said.

"That," he said, pointing at what they couldn't see. "Those are Street Stock cars doing warm-up laps. That's the division Cindy's friend races in, the one whose car I'm gonna drive. Cindy told him I can drive the wheels off a race car, and he wants me to have a go at it."

"Drive the wheels off or crash the shit out of it and get killed by your dad."

"Crash, doubt it. Killed, maybe." He pulled some bills out of his

pocket and said to the girl inside the small wooden building, "Two

pit passes and your phone number, please.

"Just the pit passes," a heavyset woman sitting behind her said.

By the girl's expression, Evan figured it was her mother. "Okay," he said, and held out his hand for the two wrist bracelets and ticket stubs.

"Enjoy the races," she said, and pointed. He read her lips, "See you later..