Anthony was in miss bikini such deep thought as he flew along the highway, that he damn near missed the exit altogether.
Seeing the bright green exit marker almost a miss bikini moment too late, he hit the brakes miss bikini and veered miss bikini to the right.
The back tired miss bikini slipped and fishtailed wildly on the loose gravel.
Suddenly the stop sign at miss bikini the top of the off-ramp approached much too quickly, forcing miss bikini Anthony to step on the brake hard.
He heard the high pitch wail of the miss bikini tires as he came to a violent halt.
Frustrated, he reached to snatch the volume down on the stereo and realized it hadn even been on.
He sat at the stop sign for a few seconds cussing at himself for being so careless.
He looked around and felt thankful that no one was around to see his bit of stunt driving.
It wasn that much further from the highway to Miyas house.
But Anthony was rather miss bikini unfamiliar with this area, and with that wild stop just a few miles back still fresh in his mind, he drove much slower.
Not to mention it was damned dark out here and one never miss bikini knew what might be lurking around each bend in the road.
Anthony followed her directions carefully.
Driving along the darkened road, he made out the house miss bikini numbers on each mailbox that stood like sentry miss bikini men along the road.
Anthony began to slow until he found the one with the right address.
He turned miss bikini and followed the long driveway.
He wondered if hed taken another road, but as he rounded a grove of trees he saw the house.
It was until then that Anthony began to get nervous.
As if to validate this anxiety, his stomach did an almost nauseating flip.