"What kind of woman is your friend?" asked Ben.
"Rare woman," Freya laughed out loud. "Just let her sort things out on her own. She is quite proficient at this."
Gizelle didn't care about her hair blowing in the night breeze or her black bra that might be clearly visible from the satin pajamas she was wearing.
The woman picked up speed with her eyes fixed on the black motorcycle in front of her. Several times the cars had to press the brakes suddenly until the sound of horns echoed due to the action of two drivers on the highway.
Fuck! How dare that person rob her?
Gizelle increased her speed again because the robber was still far ahead. She even dared to run a red light and step aside to avoid collisions from cars traveling from the opposite direction. Again the horn sounded noisy.
"Damn!"
