“Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s coming!” I moaned, the shove of my hips forcing my cock deep into her mouth as she swallowed-I heard her throat working, trying to take the full load of my cum-and it was in that moment of unimaginable heaven I saw the flash of lowbeams converging with the blacktop as we came to the very top of the hill.

I had time to think that it was early for lights-mine were still off-as the sun was just setting somewhere deep in the desert. I had time to feel Susie’s blissfully unaware sigh as she licked the last bit of my cum from the tip of my cock. I think I even had time to hear the last bit of the song on the radio:

Bye-bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levy

But the levy was dry

And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing this'll be the day that I die…

At least, I think I heard it, maybe I just remembered it that way, the DJ saying,

“Number three on the charts this week, that was…”

I realized the car was in our lane, no mirage coming over the hill in the fading heat-haze of a blood-red sun, but a hulking, flying mass of metal that would knock us fully into darkness.

So I closed my eyes. There was nothing else to do but close my eyes and wait for it, and when my breath turned to glass in my throat, when the impact didn’t come, when the Malibu continued on its way under my power down the ever-darkening ribbon of highway, I opened them again in a panic.

Seeing the truth made me want to retch. Seeing only half of Susie’s head resting in my lap, the blood soaked end of her pony-tail slick in my hand. Seeing the front end of the Malibu-brand spanking new and cherry red in 1972-crumpled like an accordion in front of me, its body rusted, the paint faded almost to pink.