(June 6, 2011)
The first ten minutos of my drive, I couldn't see shit because I was crying too hard. It's a miracle that I didn't crash my CO's four hundred and fifty thousand dollar Ferrari 599 GTO. After that though, my eyes were clear enough for me to see.
Once I got out of the massive amount of traffic near Harborview, I made a phone call.
ring ring "Answer dammit!" ring ring
He picked up. "Hello?"
"Hello?!" I said hurriedly. "Jon?"
"Yeah," he said slowly.
"It's Colby! Scar ran out on me! She said she was going to your house. Have you gotten a call from her?"
"She ran out on you? What happened?"
"Do you remember about a week atrás when I told you that I sedated Scar because she was depressed?"
"Yeah?" he said.
"She knows."
The conversation went dead after that. He couldn't think of anything to say and I didn't need to say more. After a few minutos of silence over the phone, we both hung up.
I made a segundo phone call, this one to the Seattle Police Department.
In a few minutes, I had arranged a police escort that would stay with me until they fell behind.
Five minutos later, four Code Three police cars got on the highway and caught up to me. Two of them stationed themselves on my twelve and the other two on my six.
As long as we were in the city, we maintained a steady 120 miles per hour, the sirens and lights clearing a path for us through the traffic.
Once we left the city limits, I flashed my lights at the two in front. The one on the left dropped back to level with my window.
"I'm punching it. Try to keep up," I yelled over to him.
He nodded over to me and got on the radio. The other car in front of me dropped level with me on the other side.
I downshifted from 6th to 3rd and floored it. The howl of the twin-turbo V12 engine filled the cabine and the Ferrari jumped forward.
I hit redline at eight thousand RPM and 150 mph and pulled the paddle. The F1 gearbox upshifted in one hundred milliseconds.
The Ferrari 599 GTO pulled away from the cop cars in no time at all.
In the mirror, I saw them switch off their lights and slow.
"That was fast," I muttered under my breath, even though no one could hear me.
I shifted again.
The 599 GTO's claimed topo, início speed was past 220, and I was pushing 230 as I hauled bunda down the highway. The echoing howl of the Ferrari's V12 preceded us, but just barely.
I had suckered my iPhone to the Ferrari's dash, and it was open to the meebo app. I was talking to alphakate21 and Jon on it, because Scar was completely ignoring every message I sent her.
It was through them that I got status atualizações on what was going on.
I had been driving for 45 minutes, when I realized that I was almost out of fuel. I had just passed a gas station, and since I didn't know when the seguinte one would be, I planted the brake pedal to the floor. The carbon ceramic brakes bit down and didn't let go, hauling the car down to 20 from 230. Even through the tinted windows, I could see the ground in the red glow from the front brake discs.
I pulled into the station and pulled up to a pump. I started pumping the fuel, 99 octane, and ran inside to grab something that would keep me awake, settling on a NOS energy drink and a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos. I paid and went back to the car, where a trio of teenagers were taking fotografias of it.
I dropped into the seat, blipped the throttle to humor the kids, and pulled away. I heard their cheering and smiled softly.
The Ferrari screamed through Donner Pass, pulling 2 lateral G's around the corners. I felt as though I was being crushed into the side panels.
An hora after the gas station stop, my phone rang. I flicked my eyes to it and did a double take at the contact. It was Scar!
I answered it instantly.
"Scar!" I yelled happily.
"Slow your roll, dude," she snapped at me. "I'm just calling to tell you that the train engine tipped over. You caught a lucky break here."
She hung up.
I shouted with exultation and slowed the car. Then sped it right back up as I realized that it could potentially be a trick. Hell or high water, I was going to get her back.
20 minutos later, I got another call, this time from alphakate21. I answered it, hoping for the best, but expecting the worst.
"She wants you back!" alphakate21 yelled into the phone.
"I know she hates me," I said, not understanding at first. "But why call- what?"
"She wants you back!" alphakate21 repeated excitedly. I scarcely dared to believe my ears.
"Are you sure?" I demanded.
"Pretty sure. She was crying when she said it, plus she said that she felt terrible for doing this to you."
I hit the horn in celebration. The signature Ferrari sound echoed through the tunnel.
At that point I was 40 miles from where I had to be.
I punched the gas and pushed the Ferrari to its limits. There was one instance where all four of my tires lost their grip and I slid towards the edge. They regained it just in time and I was able to correct the car's trajectory before I careened off the edge.
12 minutos later, I was a mile from the station. I dialed Scar's phone and she picked up on the segundo ring.
"Scar?" I said softly.
"Hey, Colby," she said dejectedly.
"I'm almost there."
"Okay," she said. "Listen, I'm sorry about-"
"Scar, save it. I don't want any apologies. This was my fault."
I hung up then, determined to get there.
I pulled into the lot at 60, saw her, and slammed on the brakes. I left the car running, pushed the door open, and leapt out. I got down on my knees and Scar ran into them. I scooped her up in my arms and sat there, leaning on the car. She buried her face in my shirt, and, trembling, I stroked her fur. I saw her tail wagging happily, but I focused on her face.
She looked up at me, tears in her eyes.
"I'm so sorry, baby," she wailed. I shushed her and cradled her in my arms. We sat there for mais than an hora until she had calmed down.
When she had, I carried her to the passenger side of the Ferrari and put her in the side seat. I was overjoyed to have my Alpha back and said so. She smiled at me and we drove the 30 miles from the train station to my início in Kettle Falls.
The first ten minutos of my drive, I couldn't see shit because I was crying too hard. It's a miracle that I didn't crash my CO's four hundred and fifty thousand dollar Ferrari 599 GTO. After that though, my eyes were clear enough for me to see.
Once I got out of the massive amount of traffic near Harborview, I made a phone call.
ring ring "Answer dammit!" ring ring
He picked up. "Hello?"
"Hello?!" I said hurriedly. "Jon?"
"Yeah," he said slowly.
"It's Colby! Scar ran out on me! She said she was going to your house. Have you gotten a call from her?"
"She ran out on you? What happened?"
"Do you remember about a week atrás when I told you that I sedated Scar because she was depressed?"
"Yeah?" he said.
"She knows."
The conversation went dead after that. He couldn't think of anything to say and I didn't need to say more. After a few minutos of silence over the phone, we both hung up.
I made a segundo phone call, this one to the Seattle Police Department.
In a few minutes, I had arranged a police escort that would stay with me until they fell behind.
Five minutos later, four Code Three police cars got on the highway and caught up to me. Two of them stationed themselves on my twelve and the other two on my six.
As long as we were in the city, we maintained a steady 120 miles per hour, the sirens and lights clearing a path for us through the traffic.
Once we left the city limits, I flashed my lights at the two in front. The one on the left dropped back to level with my window.
"I'm punching it. Try to keep up," I yelled over to him.
He nodded over to me and got on the radio. The other car in front of me dropped level with me on the other side.
I downshifted from 6th to 3rd and floored it. The howl of the twin-turbo V12 engine filled the cabine and the Ferrari jumped forward.
I hit redline at eight thousand RPM and 150 mph and pulled the paddle. The F1 gearbox upshifted in one hundred milliseconds.
The Ferrari 599 GTO pulled away from the cop cars in no time at all.
In the mirror, I saw them switch off their lights and slow.
"That was fast," I muttered under my breath, even though no one could hear me.
I shifted again.
The 599 GTO's claimed topo, início speed was past 220, and I was pushing 230 as I hauled bunda down the highway. The echoing howl of the Ferrari's V12 preceded us, but just barely.
I had suckered my iPhone to the Ferrari's dash, and it was open to the meebo app. I was talking to alphakate21 and Jon on it, because Scar was completely ignoring every message I sent her.
It was through them that I got status atualizações on what was going on.
I had been driving for 45 minutes, when I realized that I was almost out of fuel. I had just passed a gas station, and since I didn't know when the seguinte one would be, I planted the brake pedal to the floor. The carbon ceramic brakes bit down and didn't let go, hauling the car down to 20 from 230. Even through the tinted windows, I could see the ground in the red glow from the front brake discs.
I pulled into the station and pulled up to a pump. I started pumping the fuel, 99 octane, and ran inside to grab something that would keep me awake, settling on a NOS energy drink and a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos. I paid and went back to the car, where a trio of teenagers were taking fotografias of it.
I dropped into the seat, blipped the throttle to humor the kids, and pulled away. I heard their cheering and smiled softly.
The Ferrari screamed through Donner Pass, pulling 2 lateral G's around the corners. I felt as though I was being crushed into the side panels.
An hora after the gas station stop, my phone rang. I flicked my eyes to it and did a double take at the contact. It was Scar!
I answered it instantly.
"Scar!" I yelled happily.
"Slow your roll, dude," she snapped at me. "I'm just calling to tell you that the train engine tipped over. You caught a lucky break here."
She hung up.
I shouted with exultation and slowed the car. Then sped it right back up as I realized that it could potentially be a trick. Hell or high water, I was going to get her back.
20 minutos later, I got another call, this time from alphakate21. I answered it, hoping for the best, but expecting the worst.
"She wants you back!" alphakate21 yelled into the phone.
"I know she hates me," I said, not understanding at first. "But why call- what?"
"She wants you back!" alphakate21 repeated excitedly. I scarcely dared to believe my ears.
"Are you sure?" I demanded.
"Pretty sure. She was crying when she said it, plus she said that she felt terrible for doing this to you."
I hit the horn in celebration. The signature Ferrari sound echoed through the tunnel.
At that point I was 40 miles from where I had to be.
I punched the gas and pushed the Ferrari to its limits. There was one instance where all four of my tires lost their grip and I slid towards the edge. They regained it just in time and I was able to correct the car's trajectory before I careened off the edge.
12 minutos later, I was a mile from the station. I dialed Scar's phone and she picked up on the segundo ring.
"Scar?" I said softly.
"Hey, Colby," she said dejectedly.
"I'm almost there."
"Okay," she said. "Listen, I'm sorry about-"
"Scar, save it. I don't want any apologies. This was my fault."
I hung up then, determined to get there.
I pulled into the lot at 60, saw her, and slammed on the brakes. I left the car running, pushed the door open, and leapt out. I got down on my knees and Scar ran into them. I scooped her up in my arms and sat there, leaning on the car. She buried her face in my shirt, and, trembling, I stroked her fur. I saw her tail wagging happily, but I focused on her face.
She looked up at me, tears in her eyes.
"I'm so sorry, baby," she wailed. I shushed her and cradled her in my arms. We sat there for mais than an hora until she had calmed down.
When she had, I carried her to the passenger side of the Ferrari and put her in the side seat. I was overjoyed to have my Alpha back and said so. She smiled at me and we drove the 30 miles from the train station to my início in Kettle Falls.
I was happy I got a few looks at a&o2 now in a weird twist of events I'm wound up in the hospital. There's so much I will miss now lily is going to be the main character
Kate no I will miss u baby.
Now that I'm in the hospital I will be updating my post a little less
Now what happened is i was in a car crash damn trator trailer driver. So I wish all of u good times and I will try hard to get well fast but I don't knows.
mais articales coming soon
So one mais thing I forgot tell u I don't like Lily no mais I amor Kate so don't ask me about lily she ruined the mover thanks lily u loser
Kate no I will miss u baby.
Now that I'm in the hospital I will be updating my post a little less
Now what happened is i was in a car crash damn trator trailer driver. So I wish all of u good times and I will try hard to get well fast but I don't knows.
mais articales coming soon
So one mais thing I forgot tell u I don't like Lily no mais I amor Kate so don't ask me about lily she ruined the mover thanks lily u loser
Warning small sex scene some detail
As Kate and Humphrey returned to their antro, den they noticed all of the members of the pack were gone "maybe they are on a hunt...a big hunt" Kate said to humphery "maybe" said Humphrey.
"umm, you know how you were talking about mating, now would be a good time to do it, Kate". "Alright I'm ready","I'm ready too". And when they got back to their antro, den Humphrey mounted Kate and started thrusting in and out Kate could feel him ejaculate "ohhh" Kate groaned but Humphrey kept on thrusting in and out then after an hora humphrey fainted and kate (felling sore as hell) went to bed.
As Kate and Humphrey returned to their antro, den they noticed all of the members of the pack were gone "maybe they are on a hunt...a big hunt" Kate said to humphery "maybe" said Humphrey.
"umm, you know how you were talking about mating, now would be a good time to do it, Kate". "Alright I'm ready","I'm ready too". And when they got back to their antro, den Humphrey mounted Kate and started thrusting in and out Kate could feel him ejaculate "ohhh" Kate groaned but Humphrey kept on thrusting in and out then after an hora humphrey fainted and kate (felling sore as hell) went to bed.