"Hey, slow down baby"

You've decided this is not just risky for you: getting pulled over and searched would be trouble, but you feel that Alexis might even get you in an accident, leave you both crippled or killed.

"Hey, do you mind maybe slowing down a little bit there, hot stuff?" You ask Alexis, trying to crack a joke as she whipsaws around a turn, sending pedestrians scattering. You're barreling down a major street on the outskirts of the university town.

Alexis just scowls at you. "What are you afraid? You a little faggot after all?" She guns the engine, eyes you down (ignoring the road), and straight up goes through the next red light. Alexis is cackling maniacally as you tighten your grip on the leather seat.