C8 Mama's High Speed Pursuit Part 3

Amy thought about her husband again while she was driving. It was the only thing that kept her from panicking. She thought about when she first met Bryan at a local grocery store and how she did something terrible to her future husband. She struck Bryan on the heel of his foot on purpose with her shopping cart to get his attention. Amy felt like a stalker for following Bryan all around the store before she tapped him with her shopping cart.

She saw a strapping, handsome man walking around the store, still wearing his white paramedic uniform. Bryan was gorgeous on the outside, but there was something on the inside that also attracted Amy. She could see a gentleness radiating through his crystal brown eyes. He was sexy and was as big as a pro football player, but he had alluringly gentle eyes. Amy would often fantasize about looking up into those eyes.

She would fantasize about making love to her husband again. Every night she would wear a silver negligee that Bryan bought for her as a Valentine’s Day gift. Amy wore the negligee every night after the loss of her husband. By wearing the negligee, it made Amy feel like she was in her husband’s arms. Amy would have strange sexual fantasies night after night involving her husband, and it made her feel uncomfortable since her little boy would sleep in the bed beside her.

Weird sexual fantasies involving Bryan would make Amy feel tempted to fulfill her desires, and while she was lying in her bed the night before, she had a desire to please herself. Amy knew she couldn’t please herself last night since she was lying in her bed holding her son. No mother wants to have the desire to masturbate while lying in her bed with her baby in her arms. She almost got up from her bed and was tempted to go into her bathroom to please herself, but she fought against her temptation and won. Amy was holding her child, and she didn’t want to wake him up.

She would try night after night to ignore her unfulfilled desires. She would ignore wanting to get up from the bed to get her vibrator, which she kept in the bottom drawer of her nightstand. Amy’s love life was pretty much non-existent after she lost Bryan. She tried to re-enter the dating scene, but nothing could save Amy from the despair of living a single life. Dating Tony, the young serviceman at the dealership, occasionally crossed Amy’s mind. But she felt Tony was too young for her. Also, Amy didn’t want to move on from her husband and replace him by entering into a new relationship. She didn’t want to replace Bryan because something inside her was telling her not to move on. She also didn’t feel comfortable about bringing another man into Omar’s life.

The weird sexual fantasies that Amy would have would get stronger and weirder every night. There was one sexual fantasy that would arouse Amy the most. She loved sci-fi action films. In Amy’s fantasy, she would imagine making love to her husband in the front seat of a futuristic mid-engine sports car that was on an automated assembly line, being constructed by factory robots. Amy imagined her weird fantasy as an opening scene to a sci-fi action film.

It was a crazy fantasy, and Amy would imagine it all the time. While Amy was making love to her husband inside this futuristic sports car, she would also imagine her favorite rap song playing through the sports car’s sound system. Amy would imagine caressing her hands down her husband’s bare, muscular chest while listening to Tupac Shakur’s Only God Can Judge Me. Tupac was Amy’s favorite rapper. Sometimes, Amy would fantasize about making love to her husband while listening to Tupac. Before Amy met her husband, she would often fantasize about making love to Tupac.

This wasn’t the only fantasy Amy would have. But out of all of Amy’s sexual fantasies, her sci-fi action movie sexual fantasy with her husband was the weirdest. Not all of Amy’s fantasies about her husband were sexual. Amy would think back on the real-life romantic moments she had with Bryan. She would think about the conversations they had and even how they would argue and then make love afterward.

Amy and her husband wouldn’t argue much, but she felt that even her arguments with Bryan were romantic. There was nothing that Amy wouldn’t give to have her husband back. Even though she felt frustrated, she didn’t want her husband back just so she could have sex with him. Having these sexual fantasies involving her husband would make Amy feel guilty.

She missed her husband’s soothing voice and his touch. She missed his kisses, his smile, his gentle eyes, and the feeling of his beard against her face. She wanted to feel her husband’s chiseled arms around her waist and feel the warmth of his body nestled against her back. Amy lost her husband, and she didn’t know what she would do if she lost her child as well. She couldn’t withstand the thought of being a widow and a childless mother. She had to save her baby, and she kept pushing her BMW to the limit.

Amy’s BMW was a two-ton luxury sedan, capable of going from 0 to 60 in 3.8 seconds. The car moved like a lightning bolt, and this is what Amy needed to rescue her child. Her car had a full tank of gas and every piston inside its twin-turbocharged engine fired off with perfect timing. Amy could see the rear taillights on the soldier’s muscle car, which helped her determine how close she was getting. Within a few seconds, she sent her BMW rocketing up to the rear bumper of the soldier’s muscle car. She was right behind the man’s Camaro and was doing close to 100 miles per hour.

Amy had to deal with the risk of losing control of her BMW. She felt like a hypnotized stuntwoman. Hearing her car’s roaring engine was hypnotic for her. The situation became complicated, and Amy tried to figure out a way to stop the soldier’s muscle car. She didn’t want to tap the man’s Camaro while moving at exactly 98 miles per hour, fearing that he would lose control of his Camaro, veer off the highway, and crash, which would possibly kill her baby.

“Mommy’s coming, baby!” Amy shouted when she saw her little boy banging his tiny hands against the Camaro’s rear window. She prayed to God for his help. Seeing her little boy banging his hands on the rear window almost caused her to go into shock, but she fought against her panic. She took a deep breath while gunning her car’s engine.

Sweat poured down Amy’s pretty face. The droplets of sweat rolled down her slender neck, and it made her skin itch. Amy prayed to God not to let any of her sweat fall into her eyes. She knew that if a drop of sweat fell into her eyes, it would obscure her vision, causing her to lose control of her car. Frustrated, Amy couldn’t figure out a way to rescue her child. She was still driving behind the soldier’s Camaro, and she knew that driving behind the muscle car while traveling at a high rate of speed wouldn’t bring her closer to rescuing her son.

Amy swerved into the next lane and she punched the accelerator, causing her car to shoot up beside the soldier’s Camaro. Amy’s BMW and the soldier’s muscle car were side by side. The two cars roared down the highway like Formula 1 race cars on a track. Amy and the man were driving their cars at breakneck speed.

“I see you, motherf#cker!” Amy yelled at the soldier. She tried to keep her eyes on the highway and her heart almost slammed into her throat when she realized she was about to drive her car beneath a levitating semi-truck. Driving under a levitating car was lethal enough. Driving under a solar-powered semi-truck that didn’t use tires was like driving beneath a space shuttle that had a 53 foot long 11,000-pound cargo trailer attached to its cabin. “Sh#t,” Amy whispered when she could hear the semi-truck’s massive afterburners and its engine thrusters pulsating a few inches above the roof of her car. To make matters worse, Amy heard a popping sound, and she saw something penetrate through her car’s passenger window. Amy didn’t want to believe it, but she knew a bullet went through her window.

The first bullet that entered Amy’s car exited through the driver’s side window after missing her head by an inch. The bullet breezed through Amy’s short blonde hair before exiting through her driver’s side window. She looked around to see the soldier shooting at her. The man stuck his bulky tattooed arm out of the driver-side window of his muscle car, unloading his 9-millimeter pistol into Amy’s BMW.

Amy screamed when she heard another bullet go through her passenger door. She saw the bullet penetrate through her dashboard near her steering wheel. She tried to decide between slamming her foot down on the brake pedal or speeding up so she could avoid being killed. Amy couldn’t slam on the brakes because a car was behind her. The panicked mother was no longer driving beneath the semi-truck, and her only option was to increase her speed. By the time she pressed her foot down further on the accelerator, it was too late. Another bullet crashed through the passenger window and it struck Amy’s left shoulder. She screamed and her car swerved into the soldier’s Camaro, slightly knocking the man’s muscle car away from her passenger door. When the bullet stabbed Amy’s shoulder, it caused her to lose control of her steering.

The last thing Amy saw before she crashed was the soldier’s face. The man had taken off his skull mask helmet and Amy could see his brutal facial features. She could see the man’s high cheekbones and his protruding forehead, along with his bushy mustache, his squared jawline, and the metal piercings in his face and ears. She could see his dead steel-gray eyes peering back at her. The soldier even blew a kiss at Amy after shooting into her car and injuring her.

Tears evacuated Amy’s eyes and she tried to stop her car from swerving, but the pain in her arm prevented her from regaining control of the steering wheel. Amy’s car spun out of control before slamming into a concrete barrier on the side of the highway. Her car was facing in the opposite direction, and it barely avoided a head-on collision with a fast-approaching minivan. When the minivan raced past Amy’s car, it clipped the passenger side mirror, shattering it into pieces. Amy faded in and out of consciousness, and she didn’t know that her car had spun around before coming to a dead stop on the shoulder of the highway. She heard the side airbags deploy after her car slammed into the barrier. Amy was on the edge of a blackout after the bullet ripped through her shoulder. The pain was causing her to slip in and out of consciousness.

Looking through blurred vision, Amy could see a motorist coming to a stop in front of her. She saw an older woman getting out of her car. The woman looked like she was in her fifties and was small in stature. She had on what looked like a church dress. Amy knew that the woman was coming to see if she was okay. She watched as the lady ran toward her driver’s side door and she tried to keep her eyes open, but her injury caused her to blackout permanently. Amy couldn’t see the good Samaritan’s face anymore, but she heard the woman’s voice before fading away. She even felt the good Samaritan’s hands caressing her face.

“Are you okay?” The woman asked, brushing Amy’s hair away from her face. “Sweetie, can you hear me? Are you alright? I’m calling for help.” Those were the last words Amy heard the woman say before she completely faded into a temporary state of oblivion.