An Unplanned Pit Stop

You actually let them get half way to Amy's house, before you strike. Floating in the air above the bike does give you a good view down Amy's overalls at her cleavage, but that's not where you focus. A little click of your fingers and a tiny hole appears in the gas tank, leaving a trail of petroleum behind them as Beth weaves her way through the streets.

A few minutes later, the bike begins to cough and splutter, before finally grinding to a halt in the middle of the subburbs.

"What the hell?" Beth moans, looking at the gas meter. "I filled her up this morning, how is it empty?"

Amy climbs off the bike behind Beth, once again pulling her overalls closed as best she can, and hanging her head. "I knew this was too good to be true," she moans.