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Post by Vincent Darby on Sept 1, 2011 12:05:35 GMT -5
Vince’s excitement and anticipation grew as the cart climbed steadily higher toward the top of the drop. The woman behind them was whimpering while the guy she was with tried unsuccessfully to comfort her.
“Oh, indeed, I’d like to hear you scream,” Mylène said.
She broke off the sentence abruptly and chuckled.
“sorry… didn’t mean that.”
He smirked. He hadn’t read anything inappropriate into her comment until she drew attention to it. He didn’t know how to reply. Normally he would’ve tossed out some semi-flirtatious teasing comment, but this chick was probably about sixteen. That was just creepy, so he just chuckled and shook his head. He made a comment, wondering aloud what kind of Slushie he wanted. She muttered something he didn’t quite catch, but judging by the tone she wasn’t too pleased. When she turned to look at him she was grinning.
“Juust you wait, if you want a Slushie, you will have to buy it for yourself.”
Vincent laughed.
“Ohh, getting cocky, huh? Alright, we’ll make this interesting. This last drop’s all or nothing. You scream, you owe me a Slushie. I scream, I owe you tickets to your next ride. Deal?”
After all the teasing and mocking shouting he’d been doing, the least he could do was man up and make this last drop equal. |
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