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Author’s note:

I know there are a number of you who have enjoyed the story of Toni and the roller coaster that is her life. I have enjoyed writing it and letting my mind dive into the world of what would it be like if I actually became Toni. Truth be told however, I myself have become jaded with the plot. I have no one to blame but myself. It’s not that I can’t come up with new ideas of things for the girl to get into. It’s that I feel the entire story has gotten stale. Thus this chapter will be used as a "Deus Ex Machina." What that means is that the plot takes a twist that is so completely out of left field that it can make the reader shake their head and ask "What the fuck?"

I could kill off another character, but I’m not really in the mood to do that. I don’t want to fall into the trap so many other writers fall into when they struggle for new ideas. "Lets kill Bobby." Then 5 seasons later you bring him back and it was only a woman’s dream that he died in the first place. Or, "Kids, meet your cousin Oliver." Come on, you’re really reaching on that one. Or my all time favorite... "Uncle Jessie, when are Van and Coy due in?" Which was the death toll for the Dukes of Hazard.

Those who are left are a big part of my own life, and wouldn’t feel right to just off them in a story. Those who have passed in past chapters were a friend and my own father who did pass. I had started writing this a few years ago, but only mustered up the guts to post this for others to read earlier this past year, (2007). I know there will be some of you who will read this and be tempted to send me hate mail. Please, by all means do. I enjoy reading what those who’ve read my work think of it, but I also ask that before you do, please remember that I’m not giving up on writing. I’m simply choosing to re start this story since I don’t want to just let it sit around for months on end until I can come up with new ideas for Toni, and her world. I will be basically starting the story over, and allow our heroine to use what has happened to her before to help shape her future.

I have posted some other stories already, and sincerely hope you my dear reader will take the time if you already haven’t to please take a look at them. I do make you all this promise, I will continue to write, and take into consideration what those who’ve taken the time to give me feedback think. Thank you for enjoying this story, and I hope to hear from you all soon.

Much love.

Toni

Warning: the following contains adult situations and extreme language. If you are easily offended, or just are not old enough legally to be viewing this, please leave now. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Author’s note:

I know there are a number of you who have enjoyed the story of Toni and the roller coaster that is her life. I have enjoyed writing it and letting my mind dive into the world of what would it be like if I actually became Toni. Truth be told however, I myself have become jaded with the plot. I have no one to blame but myself. It’s not that I can’t come up with new ideas of things for the girl to get into. It’s that I feel the entire story has gotten stale. Thus this chapter will be used as a "Deus Ex Machina." What that means is that the plot takes a twist that is so completely out of left field that it can make the reader shake their head and ask "What the fuck?"

I could kill off another character, but I’m not really in the mood to do that. I don’t want to fall into the trap so many other writers fall into when they struggle for new ideas. "Lets kill Bobby." Then 5 seasons later you bring him back and it was only a woman’s dream that he died in the first place. Or, "Kids, meet your cousin Oliver." Come on, you’re really reaching on that one. Or my all time favorite... "Uncle Jessie, when are Van and Coy due in?" Which was the death toll for the Dukes of Hazard.

Those who are left are a big part of my own life, and wouldn’t feel right to just off them in a story. Those who have passed in past chapters were a friend and my own father who did pass. I had started writing this a few years ago, but only mustered up the guts to post this for others to read earlier this past year, (2007). I know there will be some of you who will read this and be tempted to send me hate mail. Please, by all means do. I enjoy reading what those who’ve read my work think of it, but I also ask that before you do, please remember that I’m not giving up on writing. I’m simply choosing to re start this story since I don’t want to just let it sit around for months on end until I can come up with new ideas for Toni, and her world. I will be basically starting the story over, and allow our heroine to use what has happened to her before to help shape her future.

I have posted some other stories already, and sincerely hope you my dear reader will take the time if you already haven’t to please take a look at them. I do make you all this promise, I will continue to write, and take into consideration what those who’ve taken the time to give me feedback think. Thank you for enjoying this story, and I hope to hear from you all soon.

Much love.

Toni

 

Now, back to the story....

"I’d be honored to give away one of the brides." he told me as he stood up and walked around the desk to give me a tender, fatherly hug.

"Thanks Chip. You know, I think that with everything that’s gone on in my life, you’re the first person who I’ve met, other then Sarah, of course, who I feel safe enough around to open up to. I mean, I’ve opened up a little to Jess, but most of my energy is spent trying to keep her safe, that I just can’t let go. I think you learned more about my life in these past 30 minutes then she has in the past 4 years."

"Then I should be thanking you for letting me into your inner sanctum." he smiled as we both got ready to head out for the day. "Oh, one more thing. Alex is coming in tomorrow to get fitted for his new car. And he requested that you be here to do it."

"Just try to keep me away." I told him as I picked up my book and then headed out for home.

Becoming Antonia Part 16.

By Toni Trepasso

 

The weeks that followed my getting back to the shop kept me busier then a one legged woman in an ass kicking contest. First there was getting Alex fitted into his new ride. Then came all the press conferences, and media days. Followed by testing, and finally the season starting. Let me tell you, Miami really knows how to throw a party when it comes time to go racing. The opening day was like being at the circus. There were bands and fireworks, and I think I spotted a real circus set up just outside the main gate.

I was a bundle of nerves when I arrived at the track. Don’t get me wrong, I’m normally nervous, but today I thought my heart was trying to beat it’s way out of my chest. Jess was making her comeback, and Alex was coming back from racing over in Europe for about 10 years. This would be his first oval in all that time, and here Jess was climbing back into the car for an actual race for the first time since her crash at INDY last season. To compound things, Sarah, Patrick and Isabelle had been snowed in, so they couldn’t fly down for the race. I was sitting in the lounge checking out the weather report when Chip came in.

"Toni, we have a problem." he said to me, not knowing I was already on edge from my own mind running wild.

"FUCK ME! What now?" I shot back as I swirled around in my chair to face him.

"They just set the car down on Robert’s foot. The paramedics are taking him to the hospital for x-rays, but they don’t think he’ll be back for the start of the race." he informed me.

"SHIT!" I said as I pounded my fist on the table. "And no one else on the team can understand a fucking thing Alex is saying about the car."

"Well you can, right?" he asked me sheepishly.

"You’re fucking kidding right?" I asked him with a raised eyebrow. "You want me to Chief two cars? In a race where we’ll be under the microscope as it is, you can stand there and tell me you want me to run both shows, and still make the right calls for both cars?" I shook my head at him. "What am I? Fucking Wonder Woman?"

"Well if it’ll make it easier on you, I can sit on Jess’ box and try to call the shots over there for this one."

"I guess that’s what we’ll have to do. Just instant message me about what she’s saying about the car." I started to giggle as I felt a bit relieved that I wasn’t going to have to go it alone. "Just remember if she ever uses the phrase, ‘it’s a loosie, tightie... kind of like driving an old log wagon.’ that’s a bad thing."

"WHAT?" he asked in shock.

"Jess has her own special way of telling me the car sucks." I said with a giggle. "We were at Daytona one day when Sterling Marlin told his crew chief that. Jess asked him what it meant and adopted it for herself."

"Ok, so a log wagon is a bad thing. Got it."

"She doesn’t talk much if the car is bad. If she’s happy with the feel, she’ll be cracking jokes. But usually I pull the reins and get her focus back. That’s you’re job today." I told him acting like a mother. "I gave her mom my word that her daughter would be alright in the new car."

"Yes, ma’am." he shot back, saluting me like he was in the army.

I left and went to the garage with the latest weather report with me. After I re-mapped the fuel, I went over both cars with wrenches to make sure everything was tight. Then did a visual inspection of both car’s tires. All in all everything looked alright, so I made my way to the drivers meeting.

We were packed in there like sardines. I think every news paper in the world had a reporter on hand to see what would happen when two paraplegic drivers got on the track at the same time. The officials for their part simply welcomed Alex and Jessica back to the series and then informed the whole field of the new ‘Rough Riding’ rule. It was meant to cut down on the blocking the league had seen last season, and they didn’t want any more drivers to get hurt. Once the meeting was over, I took Jess and Alex out a back door since I knew the reporters would be fighting to get some face time with them.

I wanted them to relax and just got them back to the hauler so they both could just take a breath and get their heads clear. It was going to be a long day, and I had to break the news to them both that I’d be sitting on Alex’s pit box today. Jess was a bit put out, but when Chip explained to her that no one else could understand Alex with his heavy accent on the radio but me, she calmed down.

The race itself was going well. Alex and Jess were working together on the track and once they found each other on the track they were a virtual freight train. Nose to tail every lap, just using the draft to pick off the other cars at will. We actually were looking good to go for the win after the last round of pit stops. I took this chance to IM chip and tell him that we’d work with them until the last lap. Then it was game on. I looked over and saw him talk to Jess over the radio and as he looked back at me, he gave me a thumbs up.

Nose to tail they went, just clicking off laps that rivaled those turned in qualifying. They were setting a pace that was sure to be the fastest ever at Miami. The white flag came out and Jess dove low going into turn 1. I started cursing at her, though she couldn’t hear me, for making her move too soon. All I could do was watch on the tv, as Alex got her back down the back straight. She made a move in the middle of 3, and 4 that set her up to be on the inside going through the tri-oval. They were neck and neck and at that point I didn’t care who won, I was just happy they were both still running after the race. Everyone was looking around, and both teams were jumping up and down celebrating, as Chip and I both watched for the replay on tv. I saw that Jess had squeaked out the win by less then the length of the front spoiler and started jumping up and down in joy myself. It was then that one of the guys, bounced into the pit box, and shook it just enough to send me stumbling off the top. The last thing I remember seeing was the ground rushing up at me, then everything went black.

 

I found myself sitting up in bed panting like I’d just push started a cup car by myself. I looked around but the room was pitch black. I swung my legs around and fumbled for which as I did, I felt someone else in bed with me. I turned it on to see I was in a hotel room.

I tried to climb out of bed carefully so as not to wake up whoever was still sleeping in my bed. The one thing I found was that my arms were hairy as all hell. This is when I made my way to the mirror on the wall. It was me. The old me. I was Pat again. I couldn’t help but feel confused at this point.

"What the fuck?" I asked as I touched my face and watched in the mirror.

"What’s wrong Pat? Cramps again?" came Sarah’s voice.

"What? No, I’m me. I’m not a girl."

"No shit. I think your male part is robbing the blood from your brain. Now shut up and come back to bed."

"No, you don’t get it. I was a woman. I changed into one."

"Are you drunk? What the hell kind of champagne did you get for our anniversary?"

"Wait a minute, where are we?"

"Niagra Falls. Now turn the fucking light off and get back in this bed. I want to cuddle. It’s going to be three weeks before we see each other again."

"Three weeks?" I asked her. "Why so long?"

"Well you’re going to Hell Night next weekend, and then I’m in Philly for the following two weeks. Come on stop playing around. You know this. It’s why we’re here."

"It’s our two year anniversary of when we started dating."

"Good, so you aren’t stupid, just annoying. Now come back to bed."

"Alright." I told her as I made my way back and turned off the light. "You know, I’ve been thinking." I whispered in her ear as I cuddled with her in the bed. "I don’t think I’m going to go to Hell Night after all. Something just doesn’t feel right about it."

"Come on Pat, you love seeing the guys." she told me as she bent in to give me a kiss. "Besides, what’s the worse that could happen?"

 

 

 

To Be Continued...

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