Wanton Paula Was the Passion-Prize at The End Of the Race!
BEDSIDE BOOKS 1222
Hold the stick low, tromp down on the pedal, and listen to it winding out! Listen to the roar in your ears! Was it a wheel he clutched in his hands, or was it Paula? Whip up through the gears, listen to the engine-throb steady down to a sweet hum as the miles shot backward under the hurtling wheels! Was it a cut-down car, its horn blaring the clumsy stockers off the road, or was it the lust-spell Paula wove? Did he know? Did he care? Or was he - were all the members of the hotrod gang - going to blast themselves to sinful, endless, lust-burned hell in the passion-clawed arms of the hot-eyed