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back again. Towards the end he let me drive up and down the
deserted street.”
    Slater wondered why Brock had looked so frazzled
when that was all they’d done. Sammy had talked about yesterday like Brock had
taken her for a proper drive. Shrugging his shoulders he put his seat belt on.
“Today we’ll do the same and get you used to the car. So how about you put the
car in reverse and back out of this spot? Then put the car into drive and go
down to the end and around the roundabout and back again. Just drive the same
as you drove with Brock.”
    Sammy nodded, put the car in reverse, put her foot
down on the accelerator and backed out until she hit the curb and went up it.
Slater’s stomach came up and back down in seconds as she slammed on the brakes.
    “Crap. Forget I did that.” She shot him an innocent
smile, put the car into drive, and sped down the end of the car-park.  
    Holy
shit! Thank God he was a shifter, as otherwise he would have just had a heart attack.
In a car-park that the top speed should be twenty kilometers per hour, Sammy
was doing almost eighty. He had no idea how all the wheels were still on the
road as she went around the roundabout. His voice came back up again, and he
yelled.
    “Slow down. This is not a marathon. You’re in a
car-park. Didn’t Brock tell you to slow down?”
    “No. He told me to have fun and get comfortable with
the car. I’m going a lot slower with you than Brock.”
    Slater shook his head. “Slow down and back out
slowly. I might be a shifter, but I’d like to live through this.”
    Sammy rolled her eyes at him. “I think you’re being
a bit dramatic.”
    “I’m not. You need to slow down.”
    . This time when Sammy backed out she didn’t swear
when she hit the curb, but she did slam the brakes on before she put it into
drive and sped off. Sammy slowed down this time but not by much.   He grabbed the door handle as she did sixty
around the small roundabout. She hit a pot hole and swerved.
    “Stop! Stop!”
    Sammy slammed on the brakes, and the car seemed to
wobble. She turned to him. “I was slowing down. You don’t have to scream at me
to get me to stop.”
    “Yes, I do. You weren’t slowing down. For crying out
loud, use some common sense. You go slower around the corners and roundabouts.
That’s why you lost control of the car over the pothole.” He ran his fingers
through his hair, yanking at his hair. “Ease out of park when you’re backing
out and be mindful of the curb.”
    “Okay, I get it. But you didn’t have to yell. I’m
only learning.”
    “I wasn’t yelling. You almost killed us.”
    “I did not. This is an empty car park.”
    “What if we were on the road?”
    “We’re not. We are in this empty car-park so I can
learn.” Sammy started the car back up and drove down the car-park at a much
better speed.
    “This is more like it.”
    “If you’d told me you wanted to go slower I would
have gone slower. You said to do what I did with Brock, so I did.”
    Slater felt like pulling his hair out. How could
Sammy not know to go slower around corners and roundabouts?   “For fuck’s sakes, didn’t Brock teach you to
go slow and stick to speed limits yesterday?”
    “Not really. Brock said he wanted me comfortable
with the car first.   He said to get a
feel for it and what I thought was safe.”
    “Fucking hell, no wonder he looked frazzled
yesterday. Did he teach you anything? How on earth can you think what we did
was a safe speed? Only an idiot would think that!”
    “You’re yelling again. There is no need to yell at
me. I don’t like being yelled at or told I’m an idiot. I think I’ve had enough
for today.”
    Slater couldn’t believe it. Brock was in the wrong,
and he was the one copping it. “No. You’re not finished. We are going to drive
this car-park if it fucking kills me.”
    She pulled to a stop. “I’m not going to do anything
if you keep yelling at me. Please stop yelling.”
    Sammy went to get out of the