“Is it hard driving that thing?” she asked curiously as she watched him down his drink. She didn't want to seem to be persisting anymore but couldn't help it. That car fascinated her so much. Jordan laughed. “Not really why? I guess now you wanna drive it.” “I don't think so,” she replied with a chuckle at the mere possibility. “Do you come out here a lot?” “As much as I possibly can, I love the power of that thing,” he answered staring proudly at his prize possession. “I can imagine. It must be a great feeling,” she murmured dreamily. Jordan rose and disappeared toward the locker room area for a few minutes without a word to her first. Dolly had no idea what he'd gone to do. She slowly walked to his car and rubbed her hand across it as she circled around, admiring every last inch of its shining beauty. “Here...put it on,” Jordan then ordered her as he came up from behind and handed her a racing suit and helmet. Dolly stared with her mouth open then saw Jordan's nervous grin.
