She eats my dust

7 p.m. I'm out side The Lap Circuit waiting Olivia,when I see her walking towards me in a one piece pantsuit, kind of like what racing drivers wear. As she gets closer, I see that it is a flameproof racing suit, with names of local sponsors all over it. What the hell have I gotten myself into?! Now her comment 'Mama Speed Demon' makes sense.

"Max?" she hesitantly asks, I shake my head yes. She steps back, arms out at her side, and spins around "If you want to call off the bet, I'll understand!"

"I may not have the outfit but according to the local police I have a lead foot, even have the tickets to prove it!" We both burst out laughing. Taking her hand I escort her inside where I pay for a five lap race. She's greeted by all the staff, clearly she's been here many times before. She doesn't even have to pay. So she's definitely not kidding about being 'Mama Speed Demon'.

She's already geared up so it's only me who has to waste time doing so. We attend the briefing sessions that's mandatory for all participants.

Then they turn us loose on the track, we get one lap as a warm-up session before taking to the starting line. Side by side, a track official 20 ft down the track on an overhead seat. The green flag is in his hand, we rev our engines in anticipation then he waves us to go. Somehow my lead foot makes contact with the gas pedal and I'm out in the lead by the first corner. From there its just me defending against her superior tactics she manages to get the lead on the fourth lap. Going into the fifth and final lap I manage to pull up beside her just as we come into other racers, she block behind a slowpoke and I manage to speed past them on the outside. With one turn to go I see the track official grab the checkered flag. Olivia surges up to me, we're side by side coming out of the last turn. The a flash goes off and the flag is waved.

Pulling over to the pit lane, we wait for the result. Climbing out I go over to help her out, congratulating her on the win! The track official brings the official result and we're both surprised by the photo. My car front bumper is half way over the line as her's is just about to begin crossing it. I WON!!!

"Well done, that was amazing!" Olivia grins at me. Instead of blaming the slow driver she got stuck behind, she's congratulating me. Not only is she good-looking, she's also gracious in defeat.

Well Max you control where our date goes from here.