Faust watched with hawk like eyes as Sierra drove the Ford GT he owned. It was almost dusk and the last rays of the sun left a warm red orange color to the lake surrounded by dirt road that is the racetrack It was especially made for his practice drivings since he used to be a racer himself. He couldn’t help but stir as he sat on the upper bank, his eyes glued to the amazing driving skill Sierra was displaying.
For the nth time Faust held his breath as Sierra made a perfect drift on the sharp curve. She was almost done with the third lap over the one-point-five mile track. Faust focused his binoculars to the drivers seat and saw how she didn’t even break a sweat.
Good lord! She’s f*****g unbelievable! Is she really not ‘that’ woman?
Probably not.
