<div class="floatright">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/332/7/4/__________by_valentinakallias-d4hkdjf.jpg)</div><br/>The convertible's top was down, the long, ebony tendrils of Anna's hair savagely streamed as she turned the wheel, hugging dangerously close to the cliff's edge while deeply breathing the salty aroma of the ocean; she flipped on the electric blue cobra's headlights, illuminating the winding roadway that the speedster zipped along, admiring the brilliant streaks of violet and magenta through her vermillion lens as the sun was beginning to settle in the western sky.<br/><br/><em>I like smoke and lightning<br/>Heavy metal thunder <br/>Racin' with the wind<br/>And the feelin' that I'm under</em><br/><br/>In the passenger seat was a prime specimen of proverbial Eastern college male. At twenty-three, Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome went by the name of Jason Hearst and was the epitome of virile and vibrant as well as possessed of the bravado of today's entitled youth; truthfully, the confidence he exuded is what Anna had noticed when they had met three weeks ago in New York City and been amused enough by to allow him to play her tour guide.<br/><br/><em>Yeah Darlin' go make it happen<br/>Take the world in a love embrace<br/>Fire all of your guns at once<br/>And explode into space</em><br/><br/>It had been ridiculously easy; a few drinks, a stroll along the waterfront, he had virtually attempted to melt her when their lips touched and his efforts to demonstrate his experience kicked up a notch as he seduced her into heading back to his place; she had taken him back to her hotel that night, instead, and even arranged for room service the next morning while applying the antiseptic to the lines she had marred into his back.<br/><br/>By the time the o.j. arrived, he was convincing her that classes were something that he could catch up on and had insisted on showing her the sights. The first outing was Coney Island, where they made love under the boardwalk while the Drifters played above; when they lay basking in the afterglow, the conversation had turned somewhat trivial and Anna whispered into his ear that she craved cream cheese; what better place than Philadelphia to get it?<br/><br/><em>Like a true nature's child<br/>We were born, born to be wild<br/>We can climb so high<br/>I never wanna die</em><br/><br/>It was the sort of oddball request that piqued Jason's interest; the two packed up into his sporty little ride and started out of the state.  Throwing caution to the wind, bagels and lox became  a trip to the Lincoln memorial and now they were making their way to the famed Virginia Beach, after all - it was for lovers.<br/><br/><em>Born to be wild…</em><br/><br/>Over the frame of her glasses, Anna noticed the phase of the moon; her lips parted with a wistful sigh as she noted their time would soon be nearing its end -<br/><br/><em>Born to be wiiiiiiiilllld</em>...<br/><br/>With a flick of her tenebrous strands, Anna glanced at Jason and flashed him one of those salaciously coy smiles, sliding her hand from the shifter to his knee, working it up the inside seam of his snug, blue jeans as they entered the stretch of Virginia forest.