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Viper!”
    “A Viper?” I repeat. “I kind of remember those, do they still make these?”
    “No,” he says with a grin, “but I did hear that maybe they might start production again.”
    I look at the little charcoal-gray coup with only two seats. “Very small,” I say.
    He glances my way and points to the car. “These cars are now classics. It has a very interesting history–they didn’t make very many because they were not very practical.”
    I walk around the car to get a better look. It has side exhausts and big scallop scoops on the front fenders running into the doors and a light gray interior with a black dashboard.
    Sal begins to tell me he worked on it for a year or two with his dad and brother. They made some changes and had ordered some stuff for it, like a roof.
    “What? The car didn’t have a roof?” I ask.
    “No,” he laughs. “They didn’t come with one in the early years. No windows or door locks, either.”
    “What?! Shut up! No way!” I yell. “You’re joking!”..
    “No, I’m not. It’s just a big engine with seats – a simple car, a very fast car for its time. You either love them or you don’t. We modified a lot on here and specialized and customized. The three of us had fun working on it. We never fought about any of it. That was a great time for all of us. My mom hated this car, she thought it was too loud and fast and we would get hurt in it.”
    “Fast, huh?” I ask. “How fast?”
    “Well, it’s four-hundred horse power–which in the early 90s was something. It has a six speed manual transmission and Lamborghini helped with the design to get some of the weight off the engine. The making of this car was very impressive for back then. It’s unique–I like unique things.”
    As he proceeds to tell me about the car, he strides up next to me, very close, so close I can feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the scent of him mixed with the salt of the sea from his run. He opens the hood for me.
    “It opens backwards?” I ask.
    “Yep, unique!” he says.
    I peek at the engine that says VIPER in bold letters and looks almost too big for the car. “That looks like something out of a sci fi movie.”
    He laughs, shuts the hood, then leans on the side of the car so he can face me.
    “You know,” he goes on, “some people have considered this to be the sexiest car of it’s day, describing the body as passionate, voluptuous and complex.”
    “R-R-really?” I stammer, raising an eyebrow as I try to stay cool and composed.  I’m getting turned on just listening to him chatter about the Viper. Is he flirting and comparing me to this sexy little sports car? Could I be that lucky?
    “Some thought the Viper shouldn’t have been sold legally in the United States.”
    “Oh? How come?”.
    “Well, because it’s like a stripped down car, no anti lock breaks, and all that safety stuff.”
    “The inside looks different,” I say. “The steering wheel looks small in a way”.
    “Yeah, that’s because there’s no air bags, just steering wheel.”
    “No air bags? You better hope you don’t ever get hit in this thing!” I groan.
    He smiles, then laughs. “Now you sound like my mother used too, minus the accent!”
    “Well?” he asks, “what do you think? You wanna go into town in the beast?”
    I look up at him, my eyes wide in surprise. “Definitely, yes !”
    “Okay then,” he laughs. “Be ready in half an hour, can you do that? I’ll meet you right outside your front door.”
    “See you in thirty.” I answer.
 

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 5
     
     
    Camille sat in an area of Richard’s office at BOUMONT & SON INC. The affluence oozed from the expensive décor made her all but shiver with delight.
    Though she’d come away looking something of a gold digger for nabbing Richard away from poor little Gracie, it didn’t keep her up at night. She was a southern woman and she was entitled to get what she went after. And if the