Nordlys: The Northern Lights Orgy Club

15

Sunday afternoon, everyone has left for home. Lars and I have the shortest trip, so we stayed behind so that Lars could have another run on the test track. I wait patiently on the grass by myself, soaking up the summer sun, listening to the distant roar of the car's engine while Lars puts her through her paces. He ought to be in a good mood on the way home.

After a time I see the car slow to a stop near the gas pump stationed out here at the test track, and Lars gets out to fill up the tank.

"Come on, then" Lars yells over to me, waving me on.

I hop up off the ground and brush loose grass off my butt, then jog over to the passenger side, open the heavy door and slide in. As I sit in Lars' new car, I examine the plush upholstery and sleek dashboard with interest. I can't describe the feeling of being inside a multi-million dollar vehicle. If luxury has a smell, this is it. I wonder if it's street legal.

I stow my purse in the glove compartment, clip my seat belt on, and then look to Lars as he gets back in the vehicle. He doesn't return my smile, and I feel my heart sink like a stone. I remember how angry he looked at the Overlord's announcement on Friday. He might still be mad.

He doesn't say anything, however, turning his attention to the road, and we take off slowly down the long driveway that will lead to the exit gate. No one is manning it now, so I hop out of the car to open and close it while Lars drives the car by. When I get back in the car, Lars floors the gas pedal before I've even finished buckling my seat belt. I am pushed back into the seat by the force of our acceleration, holding on to the door for stability.

"Woah!" I yell in surprise.

Just before we reach the main road, Lars brakes and turns the wheel, and we skid sideways to a halt at the stop sign.

"What was that?" I ask in alarm.

He ignores me, reversing and turning the wheel to line us up with the main road, which is blessedly empty. He punches the gas again, and the tires squeal as the car jumps onto the new asphalt. A nervous hum sounds in my ears, but I don't need the warning. I am already alarmed. Lars has never driven fast while I was a passenger before.

"Lars, can you slow down please?" I request, trying to keep my voice calm.

He continues to ignore me, and we buzz past a small round sign on the side of the road, indicating the speed limit of 70 km/ hour. It feels like we are going faster than that.

A road forks away on the left, and Lars turns onto it, the back tires drifting sideways for a moment, before lining up to where they are supposed to be.

"Lars!" I complain loudly. "If you're mad, just say that!"

"Why would I be mad?" Lars finally speaks, his voice and demeanor very calm. I am reminded of the Latin proverb adhuc aquae currunt altum, 'still waters run deep'.

The road is a blur outside the window, Lars has not slowed down one iota. He's BIG mad.

"I'm sorry" I apologize. "I wanted to tell you about the pregnancy in private. I didn't know Auggie was going to make a big announcement, and I hadn't had a chance to talk to you before the event started. You had a lot going on with the planning and everything , and there was never a good time to bring it up."

"You didn't have a problem bringing it up with him" Lars responds, and I know he is referring to the Overlord.

"Well... he brought it up, actually. He saw the bruises..." I answer.

"What bruises?" Lars cuts me off, disgust in his voice.

My jaw drops in disbelief. "What do you mean 'what bruises'!" I ask with consternation. "Everybody noticed them, I was asked about them several times!"