Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 48

She used her momentum to slingshot to the outside of Billy, the bigger of the two Little brothers. Little had race Cindy enough to know her tricks, and he drifted up, pushing her to the wall. She backed off and followed him into turn three, then cut hard and got on the inside edge of Billy in turn four, pulling beside him on the straightaway. Evan punched Jason and threw his fists in the air. The two cars drag raced down the front stretch, rubbing tires all the way to the checkered flag. Little got Cindy by a bumper.

Jason shouted, "Mother fucker! almost cane. What kind of woman is she?"

Evan glanced around to see if anybody was staring, then said, "Come on, let's go! Hurry." He took off towards the pits with Jason In tow.

When they got to the pits, Cindy had climbed out of the car and opened her race suit like a half peeled banana, hanging at her waist. "Uh-oh," Evan said, pointing at the approaching Mad Dog crew. "They don't look happy."

Jason's eyes widened. "Is there gonna be a fight?"

"I hope not,' Evan chuckled, "for their sake."

"What kinda fucked up driving was that?" Mad dog Jones asked, with four crew members backing him.

Cindy started forward, and two guys scrambled to catch up with her. 'If you'd been driving and not blocking, you might have-"

"Hey," JC said, and stepped between the two crews. 'Everybody settle down." His voice was loud but calm.

Evan glanced at Jason then back at his six foot six, two-hundred- eighty pound uncle who was staring down the five burly men. "This is racing, if you boys want to make it something else-"

"No, no," Mad Dog said. "I just got a little carried away, that's all. Good race."

"Great, thanks, Mad Dog, JC stuck out his giant hand. "You know you've gotten a few that way."

Mad Dog shook hands and said, "Right, yeah, I have. See ya'll next week." Still grumbling under their breath, the men retreated towards their pits.

Jason grabbed Evan's arm. "Is your uncle in the mob?"

"No, he works at the paper mill. Just because someone is Italian, doesn't mean they're in the mob."

They helped Cindy's crew load up, then hit the road for Jason's house.

Deana woke up panting, in a cold sweat, but she didn't open her eyes or move, she just listened. She wished Evan was home. He couldn't do anything to help her, nor was she allowed to go up to his room after bedtime, but somehow him being there made it better

After a few minutes, she breathed a sigh of relief and opened her eyes. Nobody was there, so she must have heard the sound in her dreams. It was a tiny groan that one of the boards made if someone stepped on it. Not just anybody, it had to be somebody heavy. Even from the pit of eternal sleep, that tiny sound would resurrect her. It was the sound that she still waited for and feared. She hated it as much as she hated what it meant.

The peering eyes, the shallow breathing and the giant hands that touched her, rolled her and positioned her would be there. Please let it be Evan, she always pleaded with the Angels that never came to save her. She never opened her eyes, unless he made her.

She always pretended to be asleep, hoping he'd go, but the torture of not knowing what was going to happen was worse than anything he ever did to her. If she could just open her eyes and do something that made him happy, then it would be over, and she could sleep, knowing she was safe until the next time. No, he didn't want that, and it would make him mad. She didn't want him mad, only happy.

It didn't matter if she hadn't had to wake up, she would still cry. She was crying now at the memory, even though it hadn't happened for a long time. She was relieved he had stopped visiting, but guilty. She didn't want to be spared at someone else's expense.

Deana had tried to make him love her the way a father should love a daughter, but she could never please him, she was never good enough, and trying had exhausted her and depleted her love for him. If he loved her, it wouldn't be so bad.

On the drive to Jason's house they settled who would shower first. Evan won because he paid, drove and had worked at miss Tonya's earlier.

Evan's fear that Jason's mother would be waiting up to tell him his father had called, had kept him awake on the drive, Now that he knew that hadn't happened, and he was under the hot stream of water, the last of his strengths swirled down the drain with the racetrack dirt. He was exhausted, but everything was right in his world. He was going to drive Dale's car and Cindy had hinted at something she was going to let him know about during the week. Life was good, he thought.

When he was dried off, Evan hung up his towel, put on his shorts, collected his clothes and left the bathroom. He was practically sleepwalking, but he paused outside Becky's door with a desire to peek in. He kept going until he reached Jason's door. Ms. Mary's door was on the end of the hall. If it was open he'd be looking right at her bed. He thought about the time he'd opened the bathroom door in the middle of the night and she was sitting naked on the toilet. Her tits were like torpedoes and her bush was a thick, curly brown triangle. Moments like that can't be erased from your mind.

She has a master bedroom, he thought, yet she was completely naked in Jason and Becky's bathroom. He remembered the red panties for the first time since early that day. Was there something wrong with both their mothers or where they both normal?

When he opened the door, Jason said, "Your bed is ready." He stared at the Army cot, then at Jason in his underwear, then at Jason's bed a few feet away from the cot.

"What," Jason said, "you want me to put it in the living room? Homophobe."

"Shut up," Evan said. "I'm not sharing a double bed with you. There's no telling what you might do in your sleep."

"I said I was horny enough to fuck a tree knot, not go gay.

"I'll use the cot. It just seems better,' he said. "Make sure you let the water beat down on your face for a long time or you'll wake up with dirt scratching your eyeballs."

"It already feels like my eyelids are sandpaper. Racing is fun, but it's nasty getting covered with all that dirt. My hair is crunchy."

"Everything has its drawbacks."

"Not sex," Jason said.