Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

Christopher Lancelot subconsciously lowered his car window, his gaze fixed upon her.

Xyla Quest stroked her hair as it billowed with the wind, tossing the strands of hair scattered on her chest to her back.

Holding her helmet in one hand, she pranced toward Christopher and languidly placed her other hand on his car roof. "I won.”

Christopher got out of his car and stood in front of Xyla. Casually closing the car door, he took off the helmet and met her eyes. "Alright then. What do you want me to do? I can do whatever you want me to do." Xyla shook her head in response. "Nah. I don't have anything in particular to ask from you."

"Hey, that's our deal. Don't waste your only chance to instruct me to do something for you. Xyla, I can give you anything as long you can name it," Christopher said.

"Well, why don't you buy me a drink?" Xyla pondered for a short while.

Her brain had regained its composure as soon as her car pulled up.

Once again, grief crept over her like a hungry beast.

She wanted a glass of beer more than anything else.

"Have you heard of that saying?" Christopher asked.

"What?"

and sorrow returns even if we try to drown them with

just want

we continue to race? I can stay here the whole night if

Warmth filled Xyla instantaneously.

for a few seconds before answering, "Sure. Let's do it

put on her helmet and got back

quickly put on his helmet and

set off and drove up the mountain again and

deeply immersed in the thrill of racing until their cars almost ran out of gas.

already half-past two

about to get out of her red Ferrari when Christopher got in the car from the other side and plopped down on the passenger seat. Closing the car door, he agilely took

"Thanks..." Xyla whispered.

much better after speeding along the racing

she suffered still haunted her from

brain was much clearer