Advanced Auto Safety Systems
She said
with pride.
"I got a
new ride."
I said
With glee.
"Can I
sit inside?"
She said.
"If you
keep your
hands to
Yourself."
The leather
seat was
fine as wine.
On a new
car high, I
"accidentally"
touch
her knee.
There is
a buzz,
a beep,
a flashing
message, on
the screen,
"You are
departing
your lane."
I said.
"Me? Are
you talkin'
to me?"
The screen
flashed a
black
and red
"Yes."
Unfazed. I
touch her
thigh. And get
a shock in
my well
seated ass.
"OUCH! What
was that?"
"Blind spot
warning."
she replies.
Recklessly
I massage
her bottom.
Instantly,
my
seat belt
straps
my
arms to
my sides.
"Rear Collision
Warning"
She remarks.
I cry,
"Let me out."
Free from
my seat belt,
I reach for
her breasts.
My seat
Jumps forward,
slams me
into the
windshield.
"Forward-collision
Assistance,"
She sneers.
I flee
to the
safety
of my
ten-year-old
hooptie.
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