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throat, leaned in closer and continued, "Well, for starters, his eyes— were ah-maze-ing. Tall, but maybe not as tall as Doucheth, but close. Oh, and Kennedy, his hair was even hot— what do you call it when it's all messed up?" I asked.
    "He had freshly fucked hair? No shit?" She asked grinning like the Cheshire cat. 
    "Yeah, that's it. He looked like he could play football, he was really built; like a God— A country-boy-God, that is." I said dreamily.
    "Now—" she pointed at me. "I am officially jealous, even though cowboys aren't my thing."
"Why? He said all of five words to me and I'll probably never see him again."
    She had a growing smirk, "Oh shut up. I'll bet you see him again."
    "Yeah right. And what the hell am I gonna say to him? Oh hey, Mr. Smoldering-hot-sex-god remember me? The girl who ran face first into your perfectly sculpted, rock hard chest?" I giggled.
    Kennedy burst out laughing. Her infectious laughter has us both hysterical within seconds. 
    "Yeah— you're probably right, calling him 'Mr. Smoldering-hot-sex-god' probably wouldn't go over well," Kennedy choked out, while making air quotes around the name I'd given him and then wiping the tears from her eyes.
     
    We listened to Bryan's rendition of Johnny Cash's "Folsom Prison Blues" and he actually did surprisingly well. We stood once he finished and cheered for an encore, which he graciously declined with a dramatic bow so another one of the bachelorette party tramps could have her turn singing "Teenage Dream". Kennedy stuck her tongue out at him.
     
    We finished the last of our beers just as the bartender announced last call.
    "Time to go, kids!" I shouted, tapping my wrist where a watch would normally be.
    We walked arm in arm out of the bar, laughing and piled into a cab waiting outside.
     

Chapter 2
 
Ally
     
    This is the best night of my life! I thought as I climbed into the tiny car to escape the freezing cold air. I buckled my seat belt and glanced over at my fiancé smiling brightly. The car's engine purred silently as we drove forward down College Avenue. Andrew reached over and set his hand on my thigh. The champagne went straight to my head, I was giggling and bouncing up and down like a child in my seat.
    "I love you," he said taking my hand in his and bringing it to his lips.
    "I love you more," I replied, smiling brightly. "I'm going to be Mrs. Raleigh!"
    He tilted his head, peeking from the corner of his eye. "Hmm. I like the sound of that— Mrs. Raleigh."
    "Well, Mr. Raleigh, it's hard for a girl to say no with a look like that," I teased, reaching over, placing my hand between his thighs, letting my fingers graze his erection.
    He fidgeted in his seat, "Let's not get too carried away, future Mrs. Raleigh." He scoffed, before moving my hand down to rest on his thigh..
    "Aw— but I was just starting to have fun and I know you liked it too," I winked at him with my bottom lip outstretched.
    He held my wandering hand still on top of his thigh, so I couldn't distract him again.
    "I promise—" He said with that crooked smile adoring his face, "Once we get home— I'm yours for the taking."
    "Promise?" I asked batting my eyelashes as I gripped his thigh.
    "Promise." He reassured me with a light kiss to my knuckles.
     
    The traffic light went from red to green and the car moved forward through the intersection. Suddenly, I was thrown back into my seat by the impending airbag and I couldn't breathe. My body was completely numb. Something cold and wet began running down my face. I tried to reach up, but I couldn't move, I was frozen in place; paralyzed. The smell of gasoline stung my nose. I tried to scream for help, but my mouth wouldn't open. Help us! Please, someone help us! I screamed silently as I lay against the deflating airbag, motionless. Help!
     
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    My eyes flew open, I shot up, slamming my back against my headboard and panted. Sweat dripped from my forehead and my t-shirt clung to my damp skin.
    "Just a