Kirby Hestle drove down the freeway doing one hundred and twenty, the roof of his french luxury sports car was down and his rich brown hair moved about dramatically. The stereo boomed out some hard core ganster rap, the bass of his thirty inch sub mega woofer was extreme. From his rear view mirror hung a snuff bullet. He grabbed it at the stop light and twisted the crank to grind up a line of coke, the white powder became visible through a glass window. Kirby popped the top and snorted it up. "Ah yes!", he screamed grinning, but he couldn't hear himself scream over the the loud stereo. He pulled up in front of Anne Lane's home. He grins to himself and he gears into park mode. A dashing but somewhat sinister looking Hestle walked to the front door and rang the bell. Anne appeared and she stepped out onto the porch and gave him a quick brisk kiss. She looked nice, tight jeans showing off her shapely hips and subtle camel toe. A pink shirt snug on her augmented tits. "Let's go baby!", Kirby put an arm around this fine eighteen year old thing. Two weeks ago was his twenty first birthday and he enjoyed buying booze to go with all the coke. Kirby remote unlocked and remote started the car, the doors popped open to welcome the two. The brand new shiny car pulled away rapidly. "You look like sweet shining honey drops!", Kirby told the girl, eying her up and down. "We are gonna have fun tonite girl", Kirby said with a firm hand on her velvety leg. She smiled at him, with those perfect teeth and luscious tongue. "Pull open the glove compartment!", Kirby told her. She opened it and pulled out a forty dollar fifth of Poldaki whiskey. "Yes!", she cheered, idalido gold was her favorite alien wine, and expensive to! Kirby drove off nine miles from the city to where the farmlands had not completely been taken over. They drank from the bottle while listening to foul mouthed gang banging bitch smacking rap. Occasionally he would pull over into a field road for farm equipment and kiss her, fondle her sweet breasts. The bottle was nearly empty, Kirby sucked the last of it down and tossed it into some farmer's mailbox as he sped by at ninety four. The bottle shattered and the mailbox dented in dramatically. Kirby fished another bottle from under his seat grinning and gyrating his eyebrows at Anne. They got drunker and drunker as the night went on, Kirby decided to hit the party at 612 Vale street, it should be a good one, he cranked up some lines and snorted them, Anne refused the coke but pulled away at the bottle, getting stupid drunk. Now that Kirby was so a glow he began drinking heavily from the bottle, he pulled over and had Anne suck his drunken coked penis. He was so wasted he couldn't cum, but then he didn't want to just yet, there was still a party to go to. One more nose blast and as the rush hit him his foot stomped the gas and his car surged onto the road and zoomed towards the party. Kirby drove sixty to seventy five on the country roads, and pumped it up to 120 on the paved road. As he got closer he sped it up to 135, Anne looked kinda scared at this point, ahead a car to pass at a blind alley. Kirby brought the car down to eighty as he rounded the sharp corner and Anne held in her breathe. The expensive tires burned and smoked as the muscle car rounded the corner, in the oncoming lane was a station wagon full of hyper-active kids, Kirby could not get the car back in the proper lane with the surging speed and the two vehicles smacked together, Kirby doing eighty, the wagon doings thirty. Anne wore he safety belt, Kirby did not. Kirby flew through the wind shield, smashing glass away with him, he flew into the station wagon, bouncing off of it after denting it in badly. Kirby was dead before he came to a rest of the ground, leaking away onto the shoulder of the road. In the car several jagged pieces of metal at punched cut Anne to death, she lay pinned in her seat, not a pretty sight. The station wagon was completely smashed the family of four scrambled together and leaking out of the car------THE END------