galaplex

Sorry she ended it when you had heath reasons for not making the trip. You will find someone. 

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I'll give a short introduction and understanding before I post the actual story.  This was written for a writing challenge I was doing with my girlfriend, I like the start of it as a bit of a joke of itself, that is why I have chosen to put this up first.

Vincent's hand began to sweat as he held steadily onto the bulbous head, he held his nerve as he stared hungrily ahead as he gripped onto the head tighter.He glanced to his right and saw another man glaring at him, he knew him by name...Johnny Waite...he also knew that Johnny was surely doing the exact same thing as he was...his hand was without question clutching onto the same hard head that Vincent was holding.Both quickly looked ahead as they found themselves looking at the other.  "Are you ready?" A woman asked...she had just walked between the two of them, wearing the tightest pair of denim shorts she could have squeezed into, and a neon pink bikini top, in which her large breasts were almost falling out of.Both men nodded and she raised a hand.  The T-Shirt she was wearing was now clutched in her hand and she looked between the two of them.Only then did Vincent hear the surrounding noises...but he knew that they couldn't distract him from what he was doing as he glanced up at the big breasted blonde...and then she quickly lowered her hand.  At once the hand clutching onto the bulbous head of the Gear Shift was thrust forwards and Vincent was shooting ahead of the man who had been seated in his own car next to him.  Not even a second passed before he stepped down on the clutch, switching gears yet again.  As the seconds seemed to slowly tick by Vincent was pulling ahead of his opponent, getting closer and closer to the final destination, where he would win the race.  Another gear shift and the race had only been going for three short seconds, that felt like an eternity.  "Come on Vincent, you can do this." He told himself as he stomped on the clutch yet again and went into fourth gear.  He knew he shouldn't glance over his shoulder at the other racer, but he had to know just how far ahead he was, one quick glance couldn't hurt...surely it wouldn't cost him the race.  A half a second glance was taken and Vincent found out he didn't have as much of a lead as he thought...they were nearly neck and neck as Vincent turned his attention back to the race, which he was half way through.  Vincent watched his opponent pass him in slow motion...although it happened so fast that if you blinked you have missed it.  The remaining seconds passed in another blink of an eye, but Vincent had no chance of winning yet he fought on, unable to accept defeat, still believing he could still win the race.  They both passed the Quarter Mile mark...Vincent was sure he had won the race...he knew he had won the race.  A bald man approached the two men as they came to a halt.  He raised his hand for silence, this act had been performed so often that everybody there knew to be silent. "The winner is..."  A moment silence followed to build the tension."Johnny Waite."  Vincent's mouth fell open, he knew he had won that race...there was no way that he didn't win it, he knew he had won it.  "Your keys Vincent." The bald man said.  "No." Replied Vincent.  "Your keys." He demanded.  "I didn't lose the race." Vincent told him.  "You lost the race, so you lose your car." The bald man told him.  "No.  I didn't lose."  The next thing that Vincent knew was instant blackness...the bald man had drawn a knife...burying the blade in Vincent's heart.  His denial had brought the end of everything.