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“Don’t worry about that. Think forward,” Marty said. “And stay alert.”
“Marty, if I were any more alert—”
“Keep it clean,” Marty reminded her. “You’ve already been fined out the ass for your profanity on here.”
She sighed. “I’ll keep it clean,” she promised. “But thinking dirty thoughts about two sexy fellows I know…is that permitted?”
“Damn it, Princess!” Marcy screamed. “You just enjoy giving the tabloids something to talk about.”
She smiled. “I love you, Marty. Now, get your head in the right place and help me win this thing.”
* * * *
During the next caution, she discovered she was likely to get slapped with two more fines. She was back on the track following the pace car around when she told Marty, “I’m going to play the sexist card. They’re picking on me because I’m a woman. Men can say whatever the hell they want, but let a woman say ‘fuck’ or ‘screw’ and she’s slapped
with a fine.”
“If that’s true, you just caught two more,” Marty told her.
“We’ll see,” she said, punching the pedal as soon as the pace car moved his sexy little bumper out of her way. “Here we go, Marty. Think big and beautiful things.” A beat later she added, “Larry, I’m glad you’re my partner today. Cause I know you’re gonna get a hard-on outta this.”
She sped down the track, hit turn one as fast as she could go and looked in her rearview mirror to find David coming up quickly behind her. He was pissed and she reminded herself of this as she moved down low and tapped her brakes by accident. David spun, a car T-boned him, and three more piled on top.
“What the fuck was that?” Larry yelled. “Are you trying to get everyone killed?”
“My foot slipped!” she called out.
“The hell it did!” Larry yelled back. “Fuck!”
Under caution again, which was typical for Bristol, David filled the airwaves with all sorts of profanity for which Princess assumed he’d never be fined. However, there was a lingering threat left behind when he said, “I’ll kill that bitch if she ever does that again.”
“That’s racing, David,” she reminded him, quite accustomed to the threats thrown out in the heat of anger. “And I’m racing today. You, on the other hand, are done for the night.”
Chapter Eleven
Colt and Brant were waiting for her at her trailer. “Are you sure this is the one?” Colt asked, studying Brant.
“I’m not certain. I just went with what that kid at the gate told us.” He paced in front of the door and knocked for the tenth or eleventh time.
“What’d you tell Kelly?”
“I told her I’d be home tomorrow or the next day, and she asked me if this had anything to do with Princess. I told her yes, and she didn’t like it.”
“So you told her goodbye.”
“Something like that,” Brant admitted.
“So you’re done?”
“Just like that,” Brant said. “They’re easy when they come and difficult when they go.”
Colt shrugged. “You think she’s all right?”
“Who, Kelly? Psht! She’ll be in somebody else’s bed in a few weeks. She likes committed Doms, but she never has a hard time finding a replacement for one that doesn’t suit her. I swear, I don’t think that woman is a submissive. She plays the part well but overall, I think she’s the one who wants to hold the flogger and spank some tails.”
“I meant Princess.”
“Oh,” Brant said. “I overheard a few sports commentators mention fines for her profanity on some kind of radio, so maybe she’s in a meeting or something.”
