The Short Cut

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“Baby you ain’t seen nothing yet…bum bum”

“Can you slow down?” Jennifer asked me while looking irritated with my singing.

I turn the radio even louder then start serenading the lyrics to her, my foot pushing more pressure down on the gas pedal thrusting us to about 80 miles per hour.

“She looked at me with those ‘big ole’ eyes and said b-b-b-baby you ain’t seen nothing yet”.