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My race car driver daddy can go from zero to sixty in super fast time with this car, but then he tells me something out of the blue. He reckons he can take my virginity in an even faster time...
We must have been going at well over a hundred miles an hour as daddy took the corner. I had my seatbelt fastened but I was still gripping onto the seat for dear life.
“Yee-ha!” Daddy shouted. I could just make out what he was saying-we were both wearing helmets. “Can you feel the thunder baby? Daddy feels the need, the need for speed!”
Daddy was a race-car driver and had taken me down to his practise session at the racetrack today because he wanted me to experience what racing was like. I felt terrified and exhilarated at the same time, wondering if these were our last moments on earth as we took the corner.
And then daddy put the brakes on, doing a full three-sixty turn with the bakes screeching, smoke billowing from the tyres as he came to a dramatic halt. All of a sudden all I could hear was my own breathing inside my helmet, and my heart pounding faster than the car had just been going.
“Of course, daddy didn�
�t take you here today just for the racing babe. Take your helmet off.”
Curious, I pushed my helmet off my head and shook out my long blonde hair.
“I showed you this baby can go from nought to sixty in three point six seconds, but I reckon I can turn you from virgin to daddy’s little slut even faster. What do you say we find out?”
Was this a joke? Was this some kind of driver lingo I was unfamiliar with?