Ewa Lowe: Chapter 12

The chapter below is from the sci-fi, triller book Fear is in the Air by Eva Newermann

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Going a Little Crazy

Hair-raising! 

A tingling feeling is going through my spine. I have never felt like this before. The vibration goes from my toes and up to the top of my head.

Could this be what being in love feels like?

My heart is pumping so hard that I have a ringing sensation in my ears. My nipples get hard when my breasts press against the steering wheel. 

I want to giggle, and I do giggle. I stretch my arm out and my sweaty hand grabs onto something rigid and hard. About 16 centimeters long and standing straight up, like a Queen’s Guard outside Buckingham Palace. I caress it with my fingers, thrusting it back and forth.

Electrifying!

I’m licking my lips and sniffing the air. I’m breathing heavily. What a divine smell! It makes me feel lightheaded. My leg is pumping gas and everything is vibrating.

Did the earth move for you too?

I stick my head out the window, smile at the car salesman and say, “I’ll take three!”

An eyebrow hikes and he says; “So, you’ll take three Corvette 1982 Collector Editions?”

“Yes,” I say, while gracefully sliding out of the beautiful car, “and they should all be different colors. One car will be kept in Los Angeles, one in New York and the third I’ll keep here in Fort Lauderdale. That way I will always know from the color of the car what city I’m in.”

“Of course, Miss,” the car salesman answers, as if this really makes perfect sense, and he has heard it a hundred times before. 

This guy has no sense of humor! 

“I’d also like personalized license plates on the cars; let’s say; Ewa I, II and III.”

“Of course,” the salesman says and nods. 

I walk around the car. It really is a beauty! The color is silver metallic with a narrow red stripe along the sides. It has a frameless lift-up glass hatch.

Very cool. 

Inside it has silver and beige leather-wrapped upholstery and a leather-wrapped steering wheel. The engine is a V-8, 350-cid and it has an automatic transmission. 

Cool, cooler, coolest!

The salesman, who had disappeared into his office, comes back. 

“I had to call our main office in Miami. We only have this car here, but they have one in Los Angeles and one in Miami. You know, only 6,759 of these Collector babies were made in 1982, so you will probably be one of the few who has more than one.”

“What color are they?” I ask.

“The one in Miami is gold metallic and the other one is red.”

“Terrific,” I smile, “wrap them up, I’ll pay cash!” 

Eureka! The salesman actually cracked a smile.

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The chapter “Going a Little Crazy” is from the book “Fear is in the Air” by Eva Newermann. Available on Amazon Kindle and Apple Books