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He pulled his gun! "Girlie don’t argue. Your car will be towed. You aren’t going to drive it one more foot until you have had a breathalyzer." We felt sick. Our vacation would be ruined. We had money and plastic so the fines would be no problem but if Trishes license was taken her dad would shit. Buffy and my folks would shit if they found out we had been arrested. Obviously we weren’t going to take the chance this idiot may shoot us so we got out of the car and into the backseat of his which had no door handles and a screen between the front and back seat.
It was bad enough to be frightened by our arrest but he made it worse by ranting on about how he hated us rich kids that thought we owned the world and that we should be ashamed of being such sluts and that he may add indecent exposure to our crimes. He made a right turn into another little road that led into the woods until we came to a town. It looked like a ghost town! There was a big factory building with broken windows and obviously vacant and all the businesses except a little convenience store had the windows and doors boarded up.