Getting Round at the Track (ch 6-12) - by Mac5689 (~BBW, Romance, Racing Drama, ~SWG)

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The next day Alexander and Ashley woke at the same time.

"Good morning beautiful" said Alexander.

"Good morning handsome" replied Ashley before Alexander kissed her.

"Want me to make breakfast?" asked Alexander.

"Sure" replied Ashley as Alexander climbed out of bed and pulled on a pair of shorts.

Alexander then walked out of the bedroom ro the kitchen area to start breakfeast.

"Do you want eggs?" Alexander asked as he opened the fridge.

"Yes please" replied Ashley from the bedroom.

"How about pancakes and bacon also?"

"Ok"

"How do you want your eggs?" asked Alexander as he took out what he needed.

"Scrambled"

"Ok" replied Alexander as he started to break some eggs.

Ludwig then stirred on the couch as someone knocked on the door.

"Come in" yelled Alexander as he started to mix the eggs.

Samantha entered the motor home and gave Alexander a strange look when she saw him at the stove.

"Your cooking?" she said with surprise.

"Yeah i am" replied Alexander.

"I'm going to grab a shower" Ashley said as she came out of the bedroom, with a towel around her, but stopped when she saw Samantha.

"Oh, i'm sorry. I'm interrupting" said Samantha, who was embarrassed.

All three stood in their spots, in silence and not knowing what to do. Then Ludwig broke the silence as he barked to say that he was hungry.

"I'm going to take that shower now" said Ashley.

"Yeah ok" replied Alexander as he took out a bag of kibble and poured some into Ludwig's bowl and Ashley went into the bathroom.

"I'm sorry, i didn't know" Samantha started, "I saw her motor home and thought"

"That's ok" replied Alexander as he returned to the food, and Ludwig climbed off the couch and went to his food.

"Please sit down" said Alexander, "Would you like something to eat or drink"

"I guess i'll take some eggs" Samantha replied as she slid onto the bench at the table.

"How about some pancakes and beacon? Alexander asked.

"If i eat all that, i'll need to buy larger clothes" replied Samantha.

Alexander turned to look at Samantha, she was wearing a gray team polo that had become tight, but not skin tight yet. Her shirt showed off her belly that spilled over the top of her pants in a muffin top and when she moved or walked shook like jello. It also showed off the expansion of her arms and breasts.

Samantha's breasts where too big for her shirt, that she couldn't button the buttons at the top of the shirt reveling a tight white undershirt.

Samantha's jeans hugged her plump hips, thighs, and butt. They were so tight that it looked like it was going to burst at the seams.

"Your not that big" said Alexander.

"I'm one hundred and eighty six pounds, thats pretty big" replied Samantha.

"Depends on what you consider big"

Alexander and Samantha then made idle chit chat while Alexander finished preparing break feast.

Ashley finished her shower a few minutes later and came out wearing a white t-shirt that was tight around her thickening waist and a pair of shorts that was tight around her thicken thghs.

"Wow, this looks good" said Ashley.

Ashley then instintively kissed Alexander.

"Why thank you" replied Alexander after their lips parted.

Ashley then took a seat at the table and Alexander sat next to her.

After they finished break feast they were all full, but Ashley and Samantha more so.

"Man i'm stuffed" said Ashley as she rubbed her belly.

"If we keep eating like that, we'll end up being blimps" said Samantha.

"Yeah, but at least the food was good" replied Ashley.

"Yeah your right"

"Well, anything for you too" said Alexander as he put an arm around Ashley's waist and kissed her.

Thursday and Friday Alexander and Ashley where so busy running between their Cup teams and Camping World West teams that they didn't see each other except when they went to bed.

Sprint Cup qualifying was held Friday afternoon. Alexander won the pole with a lap time of 75.600 seconds which was faster then the track record which was set by Geoff Jenson in 2005. Wolfgang Hertenstein qualified second. Besides Wolfgang, Road Course Ringers or Specialists qualified in six of the top ten spots.

A Road Course Ringer/Specialist is a driver who is an expert racer on Road Courses, some teams bring them in if their driver is inexperienced on road courses or if their teams needs to stay in the top thirty five in points.

Ashley qualified dead last, because she hit the breaks so hard when she got to turn eleven that the car almost came to a full stop, a problem she had throw out all the practice sessions. She had also drove off the track and into the dirt in the esses.

The race made news for three other things besides the Road Course Ringers starting up front. One was that besides Ashley there were two other woman who were going to be in the race, and they were Melissa Strong in the Mac Racing Maxwell House Zero Seven Chevy Impala SS and Amanda Walker in the Jefferson Racing Tylenol Extra Strength double Zero Chevy Impala SS.

The second reason was that since Melissa Strong qualified for the race, it marked the first time that three siblings have ever raced for the same Sprint Cup team. Also it was the first time all three Strong siblings have raced with each other in the same race.

The last thing was that it also marked the first time that a driver from Russia qualified for a Sprint Cup race, when Fyodor Turgenev qualified twenty ninth in Trotsky Racing's number fifteen Target Toyota, Fyodor was also the only Road Course Ringer not to qualify in the top ten.

The Camping World West Series qualified on Saturday, a few hours before they were to race. Alexander qualified second and Ashley qualified thirtieth out of Thirty eight. The pole went to a California native named Matt O'Shaughnessy.

 

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A Camping World West Series car looked like a Nationwide Series car, with the exception that the horse power of the car's engine was less then a Nationwide car.

Infineon Raceway is a 1.99 mile road course that had twelve turns, and elevation changes. The biggest elevation changes were going up from turn one to turn two and then going from turn two to turns 3 and 3A. Then there was a elevation change going from turn 3A down to turn 4A. There was also a small elevation change from turn 4A to 7.

Infineon had two different courses in one track, one that Nascar used which was the twelve turn 1.99 mile course, and the other which the Indy racing league and the Rolex Series used which was 2.52-mile, 12-turn course. There was also a Drag Strip at the track that ran adjacent to Pit Road and turns 4 to 6 of the other 2.52-mile part of the track.

The Camping World West race started at one o' clock local time. The race was only sixty seven laps, forty three laps shorter then the Cup race.

Alexander got pasted the pole winner, O'Shaughnessy as they went through turn two.

As Alexander went up the hill between turns 3 and 3A, Matt O'Shaughnessy tapped Alexander in the back bumper.

Some of the drivers were beating and banging as they went up the hills, but when Mike Adams made the right turn in turn 4A in the family owned, Un-sponsored ninety nine Chevy Impala SS he hit and spun the car of Matthew Rivera, which brought out the first caution.

Ashley's day didn't start out real good. As she went up the hill from turn one to turn two she hit the right rear corner of Freddy Staple's number zero one Ford Fusion. The incident damaged the left front of her car, which caused the damage to rub the left front tire. She stopped under the caution to have it fixed.

After they went back to green, it looked like the field was playing follow the leader. Which was normally the case, the leader of course was Alexander.

Alexander and Matt O'Shaughnessy fought for the lead, but when it came down to it O'Shaughnessy won the race.

Alexander finished second and Ashley finished twenty sixth.

When Alexander returned to his motor home he found Samantha outside it with Ludwig.

"He wanted to go out" said Samantha when she saw Alexander.

"Ok, I'm going to grab a shower" replied Alexander.

"Ok"

Alexander went into his motor home and into the bathroom. He started the shower, pulled off his clothes, and hopped in.

Alexander tuned everything around him out. He had done it so well that he didn't hear his motor home door open or the door to his bathroom.

Ashley pulled off her clothes and hopped into the shower with Alexander.

He didn't have to hear her to know that she was there, he could feel her presence.

Alexander turned to face Ashley, whose hair was patted down by the water already.

"You don't have to get fat to show me that you love me" said Alexander as he placed his hands on the side of Ashley's wet soften belly.

"I know," started Ashley as she looked into Alexander's eyes, "I want to"

Ashley then kissed Alexander.

"I want to show you that i love you" said Ashley after their lips parted.

"You already have" replied Alexander as he laid a kiss on Ashley.

"I can't wait to feel this when you get heavier; said Alexander as he tickled Ashley's belly near her belly button, which made her giggle.

"Don't worry i'll have this belly bigger in no time" said Ashley as she placed her hands on her belly.

When Alexander finished his shower, he changed and went out to relieve Samantha from watching Ludwig. Ashley wanted to stay in the shower a little while longer.

"Thank you for watching Ludwig" said Alexander as he exited the motor home.

"Your welcome" replied Samantha.

Alexander got Ludwig's attention by throwing a tennis ball to him.

"If you aren't doing anything later why don't you join me and Ashley for dinner?" asked Alexander as Ludwig came back with the ball in his mouth.

"What are you two having?" Samantha asked as Alexander bent down to take the ball from Ludwig and throw it again.

"I was going to unload the grill and cook some steaks"

"No thank you" started Samantha, "If i eat your barbecue i'll have to say hello to a larger size" Samantha finished as she put a hand to her belly and shown a fake smile.

'Well, if you change your mind, come on over"

"I will" said Samantha over her shoulder as she left.

Good boy" said Alexander as Ludwig came back again with the ball.

"Nice dog" said a voice from behind Alexander.

Alexander turned around and saw Andrew Duncan, son of Kurt Duncan.

"Hey Andrew, do you want to pet him?"

"can i?" asked the seven year old.

Yeah"

Andrew walked over to Alexander and his dog, and started to put Ludwig.

"What's his name?" asked Andrew.

"Ludwig" replied Alexander.

"He has nice fur"

"Andrew James Duncan don't go off without me" said Andrew's mother as she came around the front of the motor home parked next to Alexander's.

"Hi Jane" said Alexander.

"Sorry mom" replied Andrew.

"I hope he isn't bothering you Alexander"

"he isn't"

"Ok, well come on Andrew"

"Thank you for letting me pet your dog Mr. Hawkins" said Andrew.

"No problem Andrew, anytime you want to play with him come on over. But with your parents permission"

"Ok" replied Andrew as he walked over to his mother and they left.

Ashley had changed and was going to go outside with Alexander, but she heard Alexander talking to one of the other driver's wives and son. So she waited until they were gone.

When Jane and her son left, Ashley came out of the moto home.

"I'm going to head over to my motor home and grab some extra clothes before dinner" said Ashley.

"Ok" replied Alexander.

Ashley entered her motor home and found a nice cake on the table from her moto home driver.

She looked at the cake and saw that it had 'Happy Birthday' written on it. It didn't make any sence since her birthday wasn't for one more week.

Then she found a note from her motor home driver.

'I know your birthday isn't until July 4th, but since you'll be busy i thought you would like this now. Anderson.

Ashley thought that was nice of her motor home driver.

She packed a gym bag and grabbed the cake, but before she left Ashley cut a piece of the cake for the Motor home driver, then went back to Alexander's moto home.

"What's that?" asked Alexander as Ashley came back into his moto home with her gym bag and the cake.

"A cake" replied Ashley as she put the cake on the table.

"From who?"

"From my motor home driver" said Ashley as she opened up the box.

"Why?" asked Alexander as he looked at the cake and saw a piece missing where 'Birthday' was.

"I don't know" replied Ashley.

"Do you want to eat it tonight?"

"Yeah why not"

"Ok" replied Alexander as he took the cake and placed it in the fridge.

Alexander then told Ashley that he was going to start making the steaks.

Ashley then laid on the couch to watch T.V, then she fell asleep.
 

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Ashley awoke to the wonderful smells of the dinner.

"I was starting to think that you would sleep through dinner" said Alexander as he put a plate with foil over it into the fridge.

"You didn't put all the food away, did you?"

"No, I just set aside some for my motor home driver" said said Alexander as Ashley got up from the couch.

"Oh" replied Ashley as she walked up to Alexander and kissed him.

"Would you like a booth?" asked Alexxander, pretending to be a msaire'd in the trailer.

"Yes I'd like a booth" Ashley replied before she kissed Alexander again.

"Lets sit down" said Alexander after their lips parted.

They sat down at the table and their steaks. Besides the steaks there was mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, a baked potato, some dinner rolls, and of course a lot of butter. Alexander had preped a feast to lavish ion Ashley, who found herself strangely desiring to please the chef.

When they finished eating the food on the table, Ashley felt too full to move.

Alexander then went to the fridge and took out the cake and placed it on the table. As he did Ashley let out a small groan.

"I'm going to burst if I eat anymore" Ashley exclaimed as Alexander sat down and she rubbed her belly.

"Hey i can put it back if you want" replied Alexander.

"No, it looks too good to let it wait" said Ashley as she took a fork and took a bite to Alexander's delight.

"Mmmm, this is so good" stated Ashley. "If i eat this whole thing tonight i may get stuck at this table"

Ashley began to sklowly eat the rest of the cake. Alexander had a slice of the cake and agreed with Ashley that it was good. It took well over an hour, but every few minutes Ashley managed rto find toom for another piece while Alexander marvelled. When Ashley finished the cake she felt like she was going to burst.

"I feel like i'm going to burst" said Ashley as she rubbed her belly. Then as she tried to move a look of shock came over her face.

"Oopps" Ashley said.

"What?" asked Alexander a little worried.

"I think I overdid it"

"Overdid what?"

"I'm stuck" said Ashley, a little mixed with the feeling.

"What?" said Alexander jokingly.

"I'm stuck" repeated Ashley as she shifted to show Alexander that she was stuck.

"Ok" started Alexander as he got up, "I'll get you out"

Ashley's belly was so bloated by everything that she ate, that not only did it strain her shirt. It also pressed against the table, showing how little space there was between the table and the bench.

Alexander took a look and smiled.

"Oh you like this don't you?" said Ashley.

"You bet I do," replied Alexander as he put his arms around her.

"Ready?" asked Alexander.

"Yes"

Alexander then started pulling, first lightly but then a little harder. After the third tug Ashley started to slid. With a big yank Alexander fell to the ground and Ashley fell on his legs. They looked at each other and laughed.

 

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When Ashley woke up Alexander wasn't there, but she found a note saying that Alexander had gone to check on his car. It also said that he made some eggs and beacon and that he had left her his normal fire suit instead of his back up.

Ashley was happy to hear that she had Alexander's usual fire suit since his backup one was a little tighter then his usual one. The reason why Ashley was going to be wearing Alexander's fire suit was because McDonald's was sponsoring her car for the weekend.

"How's Skippy?" Alexander asked his crew chief as he entered the garage stall.

Skippy was the name of the car that they were running that weekend.

The car got it's name because during the first practice session for the Infineon race the year before, the car didn't want to stay on track so it kept skipping off it.

"Well it made it through the weekend without getting off the track," replied Mark Stevens.

"That it has."

"And i'm glad it has," replied the crew chief with a look of disgust.

"Why's that?" asked Alexander.

"Because someone accidentally loaded the Watkins Glen back up car into the hauler for this weekend's back up car," said Mark Stevens a little angrily.

Normally having the wrong back up car wouldn't be that big of a problem, except for this time. One reason was because it was a Road course and the other was that at Watkins Glen, the pit road was on the right hand side of the track where as its on the the left hand side at all the other tracks. That meant that the fuel intake had to be on the right hand side of the car and not the left hand side.

"Well at least we didn't need it," replied Alexander.

"Yeah."

A little later Alexander left the garage stall to go to his hauler when he ran into Road Course Ringer Scott James, who was driving Flip Canassi's number sixty one Kodak Dodge instead of Joseph Socrates for the weekend.

"Hey Scott" said Alexander when he saw him.

"Hey Alexander, i heard that you are going to be racing the Grand Am race at Watkins Glen in August"

"Yeah, i am"

"Do you have a second driver?"

"Yeah, we're going down to Daytona tomorrow to get her registered to race"

"Ok"

Just then Ashley arrived. Alexander introduced her and Scott. Scott and Alexander then tried to talk Ashley through the turn eleven hair pin turn.

"Why are wearing your back up Fire Suit?" asked Alexander's crew chief when Alexander approched the car.

Mark Stevens was able to tell that Alexander had on his back up Fire suit because the Nascar Sprint Cup patch on his back up fire suit was on his right chest where as the patch is on the left chest on his usual fire suit.

"I thought my normal fire suit would bring Ashley some luck since she needs it,"

"Yeah she does need some luck today."

Alexander then stood next to his crew chief as the National Anthem was sung and the invocation was said, then he climbed into the car.

Alexander put on his helmet and heard his spotter Andy Kyle talking to his moto home driver who was serving as a second spotter.

Since a road course was long and had many turns and elevation changes, it was hard for one spotter to see the whole track, so all the teams brought two spotters.

"Good afternoon Andy, Good afternoon Sam," said Alexander.

"Good afternoon Alexander," replied both Andy and Sam.

 

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Alexander's day got off to a bad start, first he got passed by Wolfgang Hertenstein when they were in turn two, then while under caution on Lap thirty the shifter knob on the gear shift came off. He had to come in under the caution to place a tennis ball with a hole for the shifter on the shifter so his hand wouldn't get all cut up.

The team also put fuel and four new tires on his car; doing this hurt and helped him at the same time. the reason being he was now off sequence with every other driver, but it helped because he could last a little longer on the track then everyone else could.

Ashley remembered what Alexander and Scott James told her before the race and got through the turn eleven turn without incessant. However, like the day before, Ashley had a hard time getting around other cars.

Alexander because of his off sequence pitting, was able to win the race. Ashley finished in third, the highest of the three women in the race.

The Three Strong siblings finished fourth, fifth, and Sixth.

Alexander was happy when he walked to his motor home in the nearly empty motor home lot, not because he had won the race, but because he now had a seventy eight point lead over Russ Stanley in the points.

"We're all set" said Ashley as Ludwig and her walked up to Alexander.

"I was wondering if you'd want to go to a hotel and then fly to Daytona tomorrow so you can get registered to race in the Grand Am race?"

"That sounds good" replied Ashley as she kissed Alexander.

Alexander and Ashley then walked to the rental car, with his dog Ludwig following them.

"See you at New Hampshire Sam," yelled Alexander as he shut the door after Ludwig climbed into the car.

The motor home driver honked the horn twice before he left the parking space.

Alexander then got into the car, backed up, and followed the motor home out of the track.

After they arrived at the hotel and settled into their room, they ordered room service. When the food arrived Ashley gorged herself in Alexander's presence like she never did before.

(Continued on next page)
 

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Chapter 11

Ashley felt full when she woke up the next day. Neverthless she still had a big breakfast before she, Alexander, and Ludwig left for Daytona to register for the Grand Am race at Watkins Glen.

They left around seven o’clock and landed in Daytona six hours later. The meeting between Ashley and the competition director for Grand Am lasted an hour.

When Ashley left the competition directors office she went outside the building to find Alexander and Ludwig. She saw Alexander on his cell phone, and by the look on his face she could tell that it wasn’t good news.

Alexander looked up and saw that Ashley had come out of the building. He told whoever was on the other end that he had to go and hung up the phone. As he then walked towards her he tried to act like everything was fine, but his eyes showed that something was wrong.

When Alexander reached her, he opened his mouth to speak but knowing that he wasn’t going to say what was the matter, she spoke first.

“What’s the matter Alexander?”

Hw shut his mouth and was taken aback by her bluntness but still didn’t say anything.

“Alexander what’s the matter?” she repeated.

Alexander took a breath and then said “Samantha just arrived at the shop and all your cars are gone”

Ashley just looked stunned as Alexander continued on, “Nobody will tell me anything. Everyone who knows why, if the do, isn't talking. The only thing anybody knows is that Wilson Racing is only sending one team up to New Hampshire this weekend”

They both stood there in silence for a few minutes. As Alexander opened his mouth to speak his cell phone rang.

“What?” Alexander asked coldly as one could to whoever was on the other end.

The person on the other end said something and Alexander apologized. Alexander then asked the other person why they called, whatever the reply was made Alexander sound a little happy.As Alexander told the caller that he’d see them in a few hours, he looked at Ashley and she could see that he was conflicted about telling her about the call.

When he hung up the call, he turned to her and said “Lets go”

On the flight back to North Carolina Ashley and Alexander didn’t speak, they didn’t even sit with each other. Ashley stole a few glances at Alexander on the flight and each time she saw a conflicted look on his face.

The reason Alexander was conflicted was because of the phone call he received before they left Daytona. The caller was his brother Jeremiah, telling him that Mac Racing signed him to replace Timothy Webster in the Sixty Nine Sprint Cup Car.

Alexander would have told Ashley about Jeremiah getting the ride, but he didn’t know how to tell her since she just got fired.

After they landed Alexander drove Ashley back to her apartment. They didn’t speak the whole car ride to Ashley’s apartment either. When they arrived at Ashley’s apartment. Alexander told her that he’d see her for breakfast the next day. Then he left.

After Alexander left, Ashley broke down in tears. She couldn’t believe what she was thinking of doing.

As Alexander left Ashley’s he felt like going to the shop, but his brother was waiting for him at his house. As Alexander pulled into his driveway, he saw his brother’s rental car.

“What took you so long, I called you a few hours ago” said Jeremiah as Alexander got out of his car.

“Sorry, I was busy”

Jeremiah then looked around like he expected to see someone else with his brother, then he asked “Where’s your girlfriend?”

“I didn’t tell her” said Alexander.

“Why not?” asked Jeremiah.

“Because she just lost her ride, and I didn’t know how to tell her” replied Alexander.

The two brothers then walked into Alexander’s house.

The next morning Alexander went over to Ashley’s apartment to pick her up for breakfast, but she wasn’t there.

The day didn’t start off too good for Ashley. First the announcement of her release from Wilson Racing. Then it was said that the reason was because she was sleeping with Alexander, and as proof someone released some pictures taken of Alexander entering her hotel room from the week before.

Ashley couldn’t believe where she was once again at her hometown. As she was walking up Main street towards her friend’s pizzeria, she saw a lot of people leaving the pizzeria which was odd since it was nowhere near lunch time.

Ashley made sure that there was no one but her friend in the store before she entered.

“What was that all about?” she asked her friend.

“That was the Village Council; the meeting room at Town Hall was flooded because of a burst pipe, so they had their meeting here” replied her friend.

“Why?”

“Because I was the only person who would let them have the meeting in their store”

Ashley wondered why the Village Council didn’t meet at her father’s store, since he used to be on the Council and would have let the Council use his store if they needed to.

“Why didn’t my father offer to let the Council use his store?” Ashley asked.

“Ash, your father closed his store a few years ago when that Lowe’s or Home Depot was built in the next town”

Zachariah McDonald had been a very successful plumber supply store operator in Clarksville, as well as the village’s only five consecutive term councilman. But, she now learned, when the Home Depot opened in the next town in 2003, it forced him to close because the people who bought his plumbing supplies found it better to go to a chain then to buy from him.

Upon hearing that her father’s business had been closed, Ashley wondered why her parents hadn’t said anything the last time she saw them.

“So what are you doing here, don’t you have a race to get ready for?” asked Jane.

“I was fired yesterday” replied Ashley.

“Oh Ashley, I’m sorry”

“That’s ok”

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Alexander drove like a mad man into the parking lot of Wilson Racing, then bolted to the entrance of the race shop. When he walked into the race shop the first thing he noticed was that all Ashley’s cars were indeed gone, along with anything that had her sponsor on it.
Alexander then stormed up the stairs towards Mr. Wilson’s office as his whole crew watched.

“Isn’t it early for you to be talking about an contract extension Alex?” asked Mr. Wilson when Alexander entered his office.

Alexander’s contract was up at the end of the season and most drivers didn’t want to talk about a new contract or extension until the current season was over.

“I’m not here about a contract extension” said Alexander.

“Oh,” replied Mr. Wilson.

“Why did you fire Ashley?” asked Alexander bluntly.

“To save your season as well as your career” started Mr. Wilson, as Alexander felt himself get angrier and angrier.

“Kid, having a relationship with a teammate will hurt you, not only in races but with sponsors and teams”

“What kind of stunt are you trying to pull, we both know half of that stuff in he papers ain’t true. And what do you mean by teams? Are you going to fire me too?”

“I should, but I can’t afford to.”

“Got that right,” replied Alexander as he tried to control himself from walking behind the desk and punching the day lights got of his boss.

“What happen to all my teammates cars?’ Alexander then asked.

“Alexander,” Mr. Wilson confessed, looking Alexander in the eye, “I’m not going to lie to you, I’m dying and sold my team.”

“To who?” asked Alexander.

After a few minutes of silence Alexander asked again but a little louder, “to who!?”

“Paul Buchanan.”

“you son of a ...” Alexander was able to stop himself from saying the last word, but he didn’t stop himself from slamming the door shut on his way out of the office.

Alexander didn’t want to stay with a team that was going to be run by Paul Buchanan or where he’d have to be teammates with Russ Stanley. So as he left the race shop, Alexander called Hamlet and told him to meet him.

About two hours later a Green 1997 Toyota pulled into the parking lot of a abandoned building.

“This can’t be good” said Hamlet as he got out of the car.

It was well known by everyone that knew Alexander that whenever he had something on his mind and wanted to talk he would always want to talk about it in unfamiliar places.

“I’m sorry to hear about your teammate,” Hamlet added as he sat next to Alexander on the curb.

“I want you to do something for me.”

“Ok?” said Hamlet confused.

Alexander then got up and looked at the building behind them, then said, “I want you to see who owns this building.”

“Why?”

“Wilson sold his race team to Buchanan, and there ain’t no way I’m going to race for Buchanan.”

There was a quiet rumor going around that Paul Buchanan, owner of Buchanan Motorsports hated Alexander. As the rumor goes it was Buchanan that first saw Alexander and offered him a contract but Alexander turned him down and as an insult signed with the Whites. The rumor also goes that Alexander hated Mr. Buchanan, but not only because he was Russ Stanley’s team owner. Alexander felt that Mr. Buchanan stole the White’s Nationwide sponsor, forcing the Whites to let go of Alexander and almost ruining the Whites. All this was in retaliation for Alexander not signing with him.

“And what do you want with this building?”

“I’m going to start my own race team”.

“I’ll find out who owns the building,” said Hamlet as he turned to go back to his car.

“Alex, you have company” said Hamlet as he was getting into his car.

Alexander turned around to see his crew chief’s Chevy Tahoe pull into the parking lot.

“What’s going on Alex, why are you here?” asked Mark Stevens as he approached Alexander and Hamlet pulled out of the parking lot.

“I’m going to be starting my own race team, and will be driving for it next year.”

“You’ll leave the guys?” asked the crew chief.

“Wilson sold the team.”

“What!”

“Sold it to Buchanan.”

“How do you know?”

“He told me.”

(Chapter 11 to be continued tomorrow)
 

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Ashley stayed at the pizzeria in disguise through the lunch rush passed.

“So where are you going to stay?” asked Jane after the last person from the lunch rush left.

From the time the lunch rush started to the time it ended, Ashley had eaten enough slices of pizza to make up one and a half pies. She had also eaten a half a gallon of ice cream.

“With my parents I guess,” replied Ashley.

“Why don’t you stay in the apartment upstairs?”

“Ok, that is if it is ok?”

“Of course it is.”

The next day as Alexander went to see Mr. Buchanan at Buchanan Motorsports, Hamlet told him that the owner of the building he wanted would sell it to him.

“How may I help you Mr. Hawkins?” asked Mr. Buchanan when Alexander walked into his office.

“I’m here to tell you that I’m not going to sign a contract with your team.”

“Ok.”

“At the end of the season I want you to give me all the cars that my team is using.”

“All but the one that you won the Daytona 500 with,” replied Mr. Buchanan.

“Fine, then you have to also give me the cars that the thirty six used,” said Alexander.

“Fine.”

“You can send the thirty six cars to here,” said Alexander as he wrote down the address to the building he had just agreed to purchase.

As Alexander left Buchanan Motorsports, he wondered where Ashley was. He had gone back to her apartment again before he went to Buchanan, but she still wasn’t there.

Ashley heard about Alexander’s brother getting a ride with Mac Racing on Sportscenter, she figured that was what the phone call Alexander got before they left Daytona was about, and made him look conflicted.

For lunch Ashley decided to go visit her parents.

“Oh Ashley I’m sorry to hear about you losing your ride,” said her mother as Ashley entered the house.

“Thanks mom.”

“So what brings you home?” asked Ashley’s mom.

“I was hoping I could have lunch with you and dad”

“Yeah sure.”

Ashley and her mother walked into the kitchen, where Ashley was surprised to see her grandmother sitting at the table.

“Hi dad,” said Ashley when she entered the kitchen.

“Hi Pumpkin,” replied her father.

“Have a seat hun,” said Ashley’s mother. “Would you like something to drink?”

“Yes please,” said Ashley to her mother.

Then Ashley turned to her grandmother and asked her what she was up to.

“I sold your grandfather’s old race shop to a nice young man who said he was going to use it for it intended purpose.”

Ashley was shocked by what her grandmother just said, and didn’t know what to say.

For lunch Ashley’s mother made turkey sandwiches, which she te with some condimenmts and ice cream. Still, she wssn't entiurely full and when she got back to the pizzeria she ate two whole pizzas.

Before Alexander flew up with Jeremiah to New Hampshire he went by Ashley’s apartment to see if she wanted to go with them, but yet again she was not there. Alexander wasn’t worried; well maybe he was, but he didn’t know what to do.

Alexander also instructed Hamlet to find someone to go through the old building and see if anything in the old race shop could be reused, and to find any personal thing that may belong to the original owners and return it to them.

Ashley didn’t think her friend noticed that she had something on her mind, but her friend did.

“What’s the matter Ashley?’ asked her friend as she was cleaning up after she closed the pizzeria.

“Nothings the matter,” replied Ashley.

“And we weren’t friends since kindergarten, I can read you like a book. So what’s the matter?” asked Jane as she sat on a stool next to Ashley.

“It’s about the guy I’m seeing.”

“Your teammate?”

“My former teammate,” corrected Ashley.

“Ok, what about him?”

“I guess I’m afraid that he won’t like me anymore since I’m not a driver anymore.”

“You don’t think he’s that shallow, do you?” Ashley’s friend asked.

“No, but I haven’t known him all that long to know if he really likes me for me or because I was a driver - I mean it wasn’t until last week that I learned that his family is rich”

“Whoa, hold on. He’s rich?”

“Yeah his family owns Hawks Enterprises.”

“Oh he’s that Hawkins,” replied Jane.

“Yep.”

“And you just learned about it last week?”

“Yeah, along with that he legally changed his first name when he left home; he’s estranged from his father, and he has a certain preference to the woman he dates”

“I don’t know what to say Ashley other then follow what your heart has to say,” started her friend as she got up from the stool. “Oh and you can take the left-overs”

“Thanks, I have a feeling I’d be needing them,” replied Ashley.

The next day Ashley went with her grandmother to turn the keys to the race shop over to Hamlet because Alexander was of course busy.

Ashley got back to her friends pizzeria in time to see the race. But from what she heard the weekend wasn’t going too well for Alexander.

Since she didn’t watch any coverge of the race weekend, Ashley didn’t know that New Hampshire Motor Speedway was one of the tracks that Alexander didn’t do well at. The track looked like Martinsville with the exception that New Hampshire was a mile long and had a total asphalt surface, and Martinsville was 0.526th of a mile and was a split between Concrete and Asphalt. It was because it looked like Martinsville, that Alexander and his crew chief had brought their Martinsville car to be their primary car this weekend.

Ashley also didn’t know that Alexander had qualified thirty-first, then proceeded to wreck his primary car which was named Hercules in happy hour later that same day.

What she did know from watching the race, which was now on lap one-twenty, was that Alexander’s back up car wasn’t doing well, and that he was now having engine problems. Five laps later Alexander was done for the day. Alexander would wind up finishing in thirty-ninth, the lowest he’d finished all season.

To make things worst for Alexander, he lost the points lead to Russ Stanley, who had won the race.

Even though Alexander has exited the race early, Ashley still watched the whole race. The reason was she thought that Jeremiah needed all the people cheering for him as he could get. Jeremiah would end up finishing twenty-fourth.

While watching the race Ashley ate enough slices of pizza to make two whole pies.

Later when Ashley was getting ready to sleep, she stepped onto a scale to see how much her indulgence of about two dozen pizza pie sslices, a couple of gallons of ice cream and some other odds and ends had done. She found out that she had gained twenty pounds.
 

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Chapter 12

Alexander woke up late on Monday. When he checked his messages on his cell phone’s voice mail, he heard one from Hamlet that said that he was going to be meeting with Jefferson town officials on getting the paperwork to start retrofitting McGill’s old race shop; there was also one from Samantha asking if it was true that he was going to be leaving Wilson Racing at the end of the year. There were a few others from reporters and producers wanting to set up interviews. There were, however, no messages from Ashley.

After he set his phone back on the night stand he grabbed his MP3 player and decided to go out for a run. He had found out years earlier that at times like now, when he had too many things on his mind, that running helped sort things out.

As soon as he left the bedroom his cell phone started to ring. When he walked outside he took a deep breath of warm humid air. Alexander then pressed play on the MP3 player. Pillar’s “Sunday, Bloody, Sunday” started and he started jogging down his driveway.

By the time Alexander had reached the old red brick building that he once thought would be his home in the NASCAR world, Fall Out Boy’s “Thanks For The Memories” was playing. Normally it would take about two hours for him to reach the building by car, but he cut that in half by using a trail he had found when he started working for the owners of the building. It was said that the trail was used by the British during the Revolutionary War.

Alexander decided to see how his old bosses were doing, so, as he passed the sign that stated who the building belonged to, he gave it a tap like he did when he worked there, then walked up the short walkway to the front doors..

“There you are Alexander,” called a familiar voice from the walkway above the shop floor.

The building was built in 1950 and over the years had to be renovated many times. The last time was right before Alexander was part of the team, where everything but the front wall was gutted and rebuilt.

“Good morning Matthew,” replied Alexander as Matthew White came down off the walkway that lead to White Enterprises head offices.

“Me and dad have been trying to get a hold of you all morning.”

“Sorry, I went on a run and forgot to take my cell,” replied Alexander.

“That’s ok.”

“So what’s the reason you’ve been trying to get a hold of me for?” asked Alexander.

“Why don’t we talk in pa’s office,” replied Matthew.

“OK” agreed Alexander, who was now really wondering what was up, as the two men started up the stairs to the walkway that lead to Caleb White’s office.

“Alexander’s here pa,” said Matthew as he entered his father’s office.

Caleb White’s office looked like it belonged to the owner of a championship winning team, not an underfunded team like the White’s..

“Hello Alexander,” said Caleb White as he sat up from his chair to greet Alexander.

“So what’s up?” Alexander asked as he looked from the elder White to the younger. It was weird how much the two White’s looked alike he thought now..

“We were wondering if you have talked to Ashley lately?” asked Caleb.

“No, why?” replied Alexander.

“We were wondering if she would like to drive the Forty Four at Daytona,” said Matthew.

“If you want her to drive for you, I’ll find her for you,” offered Alexander.

Ashley woke up and headed down to her friend’s pizzeria, after a quick shower. She didn’t have a good night’s sleep the night before.. The reason was that as she slept the only thing she thought about was Alexander.

Then, as if by magic her cell phone started to ring and Alexander’s name showed up on the caller ID.

“Aren’t you going to answer that?” asked her friend.

“Not now,” replied Ashley as she sat on a stool.

Ashley’s phone went straight to voice mail, which annoyed Alexander a little.

“Ashley it’s Alexander, I have some good news to tell you. So I’ll see you in a little while.”

Even though he didn’t know where Ashley was, he was sure that her Grandmother did, so he would go see her. But first he had to make another phone call.

Samantha heaved herself out of her bed. The last week had been hard on her and all the fast food containers that were strewn across her coffee table showed it.

After taking a quick shower, Samantha decided to get dressed, then head to the shop. She found it tough to pull her pants over her thickened thighs, next she had to give it two good tugs before she could get it to button. She then pulled on a Wilson Racing team polo, which showed the three pounds she had gained from the binge of the past week. Added to the 17 of the last six months things had reached the point that her shirt wouldn’t reach down to the top of her jeans and showed a few inches of her belly.

Samantha put her hand to her partially bare belly and made a vow to get to a gym before she turned into a blimp. As she went to grab her keys her phone rang.

“Hello?” she answered wondering who would be calling her.

“Hello Samantha,” came a familiar voice.

“Good morning Alexander, how are you?”

“Good, listen I want you to set up a press conference for me at Daytona on Thursday or Friday. I have something big to announce.”

“OK.”

“Good, thanks,” replied Alexander, then he hung up.

“Great,” thought Samantha as she put her hand to her belly and wondered how much this big news was going to cost her. Meanwhile her employer was on the road seeking Ashley.

When Samantha walked into Wilson Racing’s race shop the first thing she noticed was that there where brand new cars in the spot where Ashley’s cars use to be, but there were two major differences. One the cars were numbered thirty-one instead of thirty-six, and the other was that the cars were Ford’s instead of Chevys.

* * * * *

Alexander pulled up in front of the modest two story home, that the legendary driver and owner Selah McGill had called home, and where his wife still lived.

As he turned off the engine of his pick up truck, he felt a shiver race up his spine.

When Alexander got out of his truck, he felt he didn’t belong here. There was no way he could top what Selah McGill had done in his career, in which he amassed nearly 200 wins in almost double that many starts and never won a championship.

“Hello” said an old woman who looked to be in her 70’s with short gray hair, she looked a little like Ashley, Alexander thought.

“Hello, are you Mrs. McGill?” asked Alexander.

“Yes” replied the old woman.

Alexander started to introduce himself but Ashley’s grandmother cut him off. .“I know who you are young man.”

Alexander wondered what she meant by that, but didn’t have time to ask.

“Ok, well I’m looking for your granddaughter and wondered if you knew where she might be?”

“Why?” countered the old woman.

“Because I’m worried about her, since I haven’t heard from her since last Monday and I may have a new ride for her,” replied Alexander.

“Ok, young man. She’s staying with her parents in Clarksville.”

“Thanks ma’am,” replied Alexander. “And may I say, you have a lovely house along with a lovely grand daughter.”

“Thank you and you’re welcome young man.”

Alexander climbed back into his pick up and drove off towards Clarksville.

* * * * *

As Alexander entered Clarksville, he started to wish he had asked Ashley’s grandmother the address of Ashley’s parents. When he saw the sign for the local pizzeria, he wondered if anyone there may know where Ashley’s parents lived or at least had a phone book he could look at.

Ashley just happened to look out the front windows of the pizzeria when she saw a blue and red pick up truck pass. Time seamed to stand still, she recognized the pick up as the same one she saw in Alexander’s garage.

Time seamed to go so slow, that in what would normally take but one blinmk took two, then the door opened and Alexander was standing there.

“Can I help you?” asked Ashley’s friend.

“Yes, I was wondering” Alexander started but stopped when he saw Ashley.

Ashley’s friend then looked from Alexander to Ashley, whose cheeks had started to blush, then understood who this stranger was.

“I’ll let you two be,” said Jane as she walked out from behind the counter and went to the back room.

“What are you doing here?” asked Ashley.

“I’m looking for you, I was worried about you after you weren’t at your apartment last Tuesday” Alexander stated as he started walking towards her, “And I love you.”

Alexander then sat on a stool next to Ashley.

Ashley noticed that the ending of what Alexander just said sounded in a different tone.

“What’s the matter Alexander?” asked Ashley.

“I never told a girl I loved them before,” replied Alexander.

“Never?” Ashley asked surprised.

“Yep, never. Never seemed to get to that.”

“Because your a FA?”

“Me being an FA is one reason; the other is that I never felt comfortable around the woman I dated”

“And I’m different?”

“Yes you are” replied Alexander, then he planted a kiss on Ashley’s lips.

“I also come bearing some news,” said Alexander after their lips parted.

“And what’s that?” asked Ashley.

“Caleb and Matthew White asked me to ask you if you would like to race their car at Daytona”

Ashley didn’t know what to say. For the first time she had recently thought of not being a driver.

“It was just an offer, you don’t have to do it” said Alexander as if he could tell what she was thinking.

“Yeah, I know.”

Alexander then looked at his watch and got up.

“I wish I could stay longer but I have some business to take care of,” started Alexander, “There is a charity flag football game for the Keith White Victory Camp at the camp on Wednesday. I was wondering if you wanted to play?”

“Yeah. Sure”

“Ok, I’ll pick you up at six,” said Alexander before he left.

Alexander spent the rest of the day going from meeting to meeting. He met up with Bernie Chandler and Jerry Matthews to see if they would sell him their race team, when they said they would, he then met with legendary engine builder Eugene Camelot to see if he wanted to build engines and head the engine department for Alexander’s team. Alexander also met with the city council of Jefferson to get permits to build newer buildings on the race shops property, and then lastly he meat Hamlet at the race shop to check on the renovations of the shop.

Ashley spent the rest of the day wondering if she should get behind the wheel of White Enterprises number Forty-Four, or to finish her weight gain as Alexander’s girlfriend and never get behind the wheel again.

The next day Ashley went to the rehab center that Mel Stuart was at. The reason was that Mel was the first driver to drive for her grandfather when he started his team, and both men had respected each other. Ashley also hoped that Mel could steer her straight like her grandfather used to.

“Good morning Ashley,” said Mel Stuart when Ashley entered his room.

“Good morning Mr. Stuart,” replied Ashley as she stood next to a wall that jutted out to indicate where the bathroom was. It was the same spot where Alexander stood a week earlier.

“Ashley you’re not a little girl anymore, you don’t have to address me as Mr. Stuart.”

“I was taught that it was disrespectful to address people older then me by their first name.”

“I’m sure your grandfather wouldn’t mind.”

“Yeah, I know but,” replied Ashley..

“So what can I help you with Ashley?” asked Mel, as he gave her a look that said he knew what she was thinking or he knew something she didn’t. It was hard to tell.

“You’ve heard that I lost my ride at Wilson Racing right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well yesterday I got an offer from the Whites to drive their number Forty-Four”

“So you going to do it?”

“I want to, but I don’t know,” replied Ashley.

“Why, what’s the matter?”

“Well I’m fatter then I was the last time I sat behind the wheel of a car,” started Ashley as she placed a hand on her belly, “And I’m going to get fatter in the future.”

“Ashley are you pregnant?” asked Mel with alarm.

“What, no. It’s to complicated to explain, but I’m not pregnant.”

“Ashley I don’t think it would matter if you are fat or not, I mean if a two hundred and thirty pound, forty year old man could race a few years ago, then I’m sure you can still race,” said Mel.

“I know, it’s just---I don’t know---I guess I started to get used to the idea of not being a driver anymore.”

“Ashley, I don’t want to tell you what to do, but you are a darn good driver no matter what your weight is, and any team would be lucky to have you.”

Ashley felt tears starting to form, because she knew that’s exactly what her grandfather would tell her.

“Yeah,” replied Ashley as she wiped her eyes.

“You and Alexander must really like each other,” said Mel.

“Why?” asked Ashley as she again wiped an eye and tried to chuckle.

“Because he was standing in the same spot you are last week.”

“Oh” said Ashley as she cheered up upon hearing Alexander’s name, “What did you two talk about?”

“Of you being fired, and something that he wasn’t sure about doing.”

“And what was that?” asked Ashley.

“I’ve been sworn to secrecy ; He’s planning on telling everyone about it soon,” replied Mel.
 

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Alexander spent most of the next day in meetings with whoever you can think of, and he wondered if he had to meat with half of them.

On Wednesday Alexander met again with Bernie Chandler and Jerry Matthews at their race shop, which was in a barn in back of the Matthews family house, to see what they had. He also wanted to see when they could transfer all their cup series cars and materiel to the new shop. Alexander thought that they should shut the Cup program while they made the move, but they would keep the Truck series program running. The reasoning was that it cost less to run the Truck then it did a Cup car, and the team needed so source of income while they got set up.

At six o’clock on the dot Alexander pulled up in front of Ashley’s friend’s pizzeria. He was wearing a plain white short sleeve t-shirt and blue running shorts. Alexander also had on a Yankees baseball cap. He hoped none of the patrons in the pizzeria would recognize him.

Ashley was wearing a white tank top that hugged her body. Iif she wasn’t wearing a sports bra, would have giving off a good view of her almost C cup cleavage. She also wore a baseball cap from the University of North Carolina even though nobody had noticed who she was in the two weeks she’d been there.

Alexander walked up to Ashley and kissed her, then said hello.

“Hi,” replied Ashley almost breathlessly after their lips parted.

“You ready to go?” asked Alexander as he placed his hand around her back and rested on the side of her soft belly.

“Yes,” replied Ashley.

They walked out to Alexander’s pick up truck and Alexander opened the passenger side door for her.

“Thank you” said Ashley as she climbed into the truck and Alexander caught a glance of the small layer of fat rolling over the edge of Ashley’s shorts.

As Alexander shut the door and walked around the front of the truck, Ashley saw that there was a CD in the trucks CD player and pressed play. She was surprised when Beethoven’s “5th Symphony” started to playing, and gave Alexander a surprised look when he climbed in.

“What? My family is rich and listened to a lot of classical music. I happen to like Beethoven,” Alexander said as he buckled his seat belt.

Ashley buckled up too, and after she did, the seat belt dug into her chest and belly and showed off her weight gain from the last two weeks.

They arrived at the Victory Camp about an hour or two later. Ashley was surprised at how expansive the camp ground was. They had to walk through the camp compound to get to where the game was being played. They passed the Keith White Care Center, where the kids could go when they were sick or if they got hurt. The Alexander Hawkins Hauler, which was a library with a 200 seat movie theater near the back, was made to look like a race hauler. It was named because drivers use their haulers as a place to read and watch tv, when one practice ends and they are waiting for the next practice or qualifying to start. It bore Alexander’s name because he had donated most of the money for it. They also passed the Selah McGill Pit Stop, which was the cafeteria which could fit all the campers if need be. As well as the Geoff Jenson Work Out Center, which was a gym.

As they continued they passed the paths to the campers cabins, which were called motor homes. On the right was the paths to the Joe Taylor motor homes which were for the boys, and on the left was the girls motor homes, but they were un named for now.

“Hey guys, do we need one more?” Alexander asked as he and Ashley approached the group of drivers that would be playing.

“Yeah,” stated Boris Foley, one of the captains. “Rich went down to Daytona early to help his teams”

Richard Foley was Boris’s younger brother, who followed Boris into racing but hasn’t had the same success as his older brother. Last year Richard had decided to form his own Sprint Cup and Nationwide team, even though Boris tried to talk him out of it after his own failure to run his own race team. Sponsor issues however has caused Richard Foley Motorsports to compete in only four races in both series last year, and with the economy slowly tanking this year has caused him to miss all the races this season.

The tanking economy also worried Alexander, but he was sure he would find enough sponsorship to run two teams at least half of next season..

“Well I found someone to take his place,” replied Alexander.

“Who?” asked Boris.

“Me,” said Ashley.

Some of the other men looked like she was kidding, others had a look that said they didn’t like the idea..

“Go sit in the stands, football isn’t a woman’s sport” said Robert O’ Higgins, who was taking over the Zero-Nine seat from Stephen Davis because Davis was going to be taking over what was Ashley’s old ride.

“Aren’t you afraid you’ll hurt yourself?” said Russ Stanley.

“That’s enough,” Boris Foley started, a little angered at what was going on, “This is a Charity Game and if Ashley wants to play she can”

They then split up into teams, Alexander was on Boris Foley’s team and Ashley was on the other team captained by Mark Strong.

The team captain by Boris Foley won the coin toss, so the other team had to throw it off to them, instead of kicking it.

They reached the fifteen yard line before Russ Stanly grabbed the flag off his brother’s belt.

After their huddle Boris and Alexander’s team lined up. The plan was for Billy Stanly to throw a pass to Alexander. As they lined up, Alexander noticed that Ashley was going to be covering him.

When Billy Stanley called ‘Hike!’, everyone started moving. As Ashley back pedaled to keep up with Alexander, her feet got crossed up at the same time Alexander got close to her and made an arm movement that looked like he pushed her.

Ashley fell flat on her back, which got some cheers and smiles from every guy on the field except Alexander, Boris Foley, and the two Strong brothers. All of the driver’s spouses or girlfriends that were in the stands also were happy to see Ashley fall; well all but Mark Strong’s wife Jennifer.

“She deserved that,” said Robert O’ Higgins girlfriend.

“And from her boyfriend no less,” added Russ Stanley’s girlfriend of the month.

“Man I wish I could have been the one to do that,” chimed in a third unknown voice.

“That’s enough,” said Jennifer Strong, who had enough of almost all the drivers wives and girlfriends making fun or saying rude comments about Ashley the whole season so far. “This game is for Charity, not to see who can knock down the only female who can race with the men”

“Are you ok?” Alexander asked after he walked back to Ashley after Russ Stanly grabbed his flag.

“Yeah” replied Ashley as she wiped any dirt off after Alexander helped her up.

Boris and Alexander’s team, named the Oldies, weren’t able to score. So after the fourth down Mark Strong and Ashley’s team got the ball.

Mark was going to throw the ball to Ashley. As they lined up, Ashley wondered if Alexander had actually pushed her or if she had actually tripped. She hadn’t felt Alexander’s hand touch her, but she knew that didn’t mean that he didn’t make a little contact with her.

So as pay back for what he might have done, she planned to do the same thing back.

When Mark Strong said ‘Hike!.’ Ashley charged Alexander, which surprised him and with her shoulder was able to knock him down. However it didn’t matter since Mark overthrew the ball.

Alexander laid on his back looking up at the night sky trying to comprehend what had just happened.

Then Alexander saw Ashley standing over him.

“Now are you alright?” asked Ashley.

“Yeah” started Alexander as he sat up, “Where did you learn to do that?”

“I don’t know; do you need help?”

“No. I got it,” Alexander said as he got up.

Mark and Ashley’s team, named The Blazers, couldn’t score either, partly because Mark Strong kept over throwing his receivers.

When The Oldies got control of the ball. Boris wanted to throw a pass to Alexander.

When Boris said ‘Hike!’, everyone went into motion, As Ashley started to back track, Alexander looked up at her and got lost in watching her almost C cup breasts jiggle as she moved. As a result Alexander didn’t keep an eye on the ball, so he didn’t notice that he overshot the spot where he was suppose to catch the ball. The ball hit Alexander in the back of his left leg, which caused him to fall flat on his face.

Alexander looked up to see Ashley laughing.

“I can’t believe I fell again,” said Alexander.

The game stayed tied at zero until Ashley convinced Mark Strong to let her be the quarterback, since she had been an all-state pitcher in softball when she was in High School. Only then did The Blazers score, and with her help went on to win.

(Continued in page 31 of this thread)
 

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This is my favorite story on dims at the moment, it is a realistic story and keeps you interested all the way, such great writing. plus as an added bonus of the weight gain happening, we get to listen about nascar and racing, and personally i love any type of car racing, formula 1 being me fav and nascar second. either way, great story, please continue.
 

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As Alexander drove Ashley back to her friends pizzeria, Ashley paced her hand on her stomach.

“Are you hungry?” asked Alexander.

“I can’t believe it, but yes I am. I guess putting on weight has increased my appetite,” replied Ashley.

“Well I know just the place.”

“I bet you do” Ashley said as a smile came across her face.

An half hour later they were seated at a booth in a family style restaurant waiting for their food.

They both ordered a cheeseburger, with fries and a baked potato. The cheeseburger was double to triple the size of a cheeseburger you’d get a McDonald’s. The fries were also bigger then what you’d get at a fast food restaurant, and the potato that was used for the baked potato was the biggest Ashley ever saw.

Ashley struggled to finish the meal, and when she did finish she felt fuller then she ever did before.

“I didn’t know potatoes can be that big,” said Ashley as Alexander got into his pick up.

“I know,” replied Alexander.

Ashley then let out a small burp. Alexander looked at Ashley with a surprised look as she covered her mouth and blushed. They then laughed.

“So what do you want to listen to?” asked Alexander as he turned the engine on.

“Why not some more of the classical music?” said Ashley.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I am,” said Ashley with a smile.

“Ok” replied Alexander as he pressed play and Beethoven’s “String Quartet In C-Sharp Minor, OP 131” started to play.

Alexander got out and opened the passenger side door for Ashley when they arrived back at the pizzeria.

“So are you going to be racing this weekend?” asked Alexander.

“Yea, I took the Whites offer,” replied Ashley.

“Good, I was thinking I was going to have to carry you kicking and screaming down to Daytona with me,” Alexander said as he ran a finger under Ashley’s chin, where he felt a hint of a double chin starting to form, and kissed her.

“Hey, why don’t you invite your parents to come down with you”

“Why?”

“Well, you said they’ve never seen you race, Daytona’s the best place then any.”

“Well.”

“I’m offering, you’ll fly down with me, Jeremiah, and a friend. You’ll stay with me, they’ll stay in your motor home in a space I reserved in the infield. They’ll also get to watch the race from a luxury suite I’m renting. That is if they don’t mind sitting with some business people.”

Alexander had rented a luxury suite for the cup race, to entertain a potential sponsor for next season. The only problem was the person who was supposed to do the entertaining didn’t know she was going to do it, and it wasn’t Ashley.

“Ok I’ll ask.”

“Be ready by eight o’clock tomorrow morning,” replied Alexander before he gave her another kiss.

Ashley was surprised when her parents said that they would love to go down and watch her race.

So as she drove to the airport with her parents, she wanted to pinch herself because she didn’t believe that her parents were coming.

When she pulled into the airports parking lot she saw Alexander standing near the gate and looking a little worried.

“Hello,” said Ashley as she got out of her car and gave a wave.

“Hey,” replied Alexander as a smile came over his face.

Alexander walked over and gave Ashley a kiss as her parents got out of the car.

“Mom, Dad,” Ashley started as she grabbed Alexander’s hand and walked around the front of the car, “This is Alexander Hawkins, my boyfriend”

“Hello,” said Ashley’s father as he and Alexander shook hands.

“Nice to meet you Mr. McDonald,” replied Alexander.

“It’s nice to meet you Alexander,” Said Ashley’s mother.

“Would it ok for me to ask for a hug instead of a hand shake?” asked Ashley’s mother as Alexander started to put out his hand for a hand shake.

“I don’t think that would be a problem,” replied Alexander, right before Mrs. McDonald gave Alexander a big hug.

When Mrs. McDonald released Alexander from her hug, he saw Ashley’s father open the trunk to get their luggage.

“Here Mr. McDonald let me help you with that,” said Alexander as he walked to the back of the car.

“That’s ok, I got it.”

“I insist,” replied Alexander as he reached for some of the bags.

“You won’t take no, will you?” asked Ashley’s father.

“Not really,” replied Alexander.

“Ok, you can help.”

“I’m so glad you could join us,” said Alexander as the four walked towards the plane.

“Thank you for inviting us,” replied Ashley’s mother.

“Are you sure it isn’t too much trouble?” asked Ashley’s father.

“Zack!” said Ashley’s mother scornfully.

“Not at all, I’m sure Ashley’s told you about that accommodations”

“Yes,” said Ashley’s parents together.

“Good, and when we get to the track I’ll see about getting you passes so you can get into the garage and pit road,” added Alexander.

As they got closer to the plane Jeremiah came out of the plane and walked to the small group.

“Here let me get that,” said Jeremiah as he reached for the suitcases Ashley’s father was carrying.

“You have some strange clothed servants on this plane,” said Ashley’s father as he let Jeremiah take the suitcases.

A awkward silence came over the group, which caused Ashley’s father to ask what the matter was.

Alexander then let out a little laugh and told Ashley’s father that the other man wasn’t a servant, but his brother.

Ashley’s father apologized to Jeremiah, but Jeremiah being the more humble of the Hawkins brothers, told him not to worry about it.

After they all climbed aboard, and Alexander had showed Ashley’s parents where they could find the bathroom and food if they wanted some, as well as where he kept some board games and playing cards if they happen to get board on the trip.

Alexander had a worried look on his face again as he looked at his watch again. Then when he looked out the door of the plane a smile came across he face.

Ashley wondered why Alexander had looked so happy, then she saw the lawyer that was working for the person who brought her grandfather’s race shop climb on board. She felt anger starting to rise inside her and she tried to keep it from coming out.

However when she saw Alexander give the lawyer a hug she lost it.

“How can you be friends with that guy,” Ashley basically yelled, as she stood up from the table that her and her parents were sitting at with Jeremiah, Causing Alexander and Hamlet to look towards her.

“Ashley,” said her mother quietly. “Sit down”

“He works for the person who brought my grandfather’s race shop,” Ashley added in the same tone.

“I know,” said Alexander in a clam voice. “I’m the person who bought it.”

Ashley’s face turned red with embarrassment and she sat down.

“That is part of the big news I’m announcing this week,” added Alexander.

“I’m sorry Alexander,” said Ashley sadly.

“That’s alright,” replied Alexander as he and Hamlet sat down to talk business and the pilot said they were ready to take off.

About halfway through the flight Ashley’s mother felt something lay on her feet. When she shifted her feet Ludwig came out from under the table which caused Ashley’s mother to jump.

“Hey Ludwig,” said Ashley as she petted the dog as it came out from under the table.

“Come here Ludwig,” said Alexander as he patted the spot on the couch next to him.

When they landed, Alexander rented a mini-van and dropped Hamlet off at a hotel and then drove everyone else to the track.

And when they arrived at Alexander’s motor home they were met by Ashley’s old motor home driver, who was going to take Ashley’s parents to the motor home in the camping area.

“We’ll get together for dinner,” said Ashley as her parents got on the golf cart.

“Not tonight hun,” started Ashley’s mother. “Your father and I want to get settled and use to our surroundings.”

“Ok,” replied Ashley as the golf cart backed up and then they were out of sight.

“Well I should go check on my team,” said Jeremiah.

“Ok Bro,” said Alexander as he opened up the door of the motor home and entered with some of the luggage, and Ludwig bounded in after him..

“Hey Jeremiah,” started Ashley as Jeremiah atarted to walk towards the garage, “I just wanted to congratulate you on getting your ride.”

“Thanks Ashley,” started Jeremiah as both had a smile on their faces, “I want you to know that had I known that you lost your ride before I made my deal, I would have told them to hire you instead”

“Thank you Jeremiah, but I wouldn’t have wanted you to give up an opportunity like this,” replied Ashley.

“Ashley do me a favor.”

“What?”

“Get in the Forty-four car this weekend.”

“Don’t worry, I am.”

“Good.” replied Jeremiah before he walked off.

Ashley went inside the motor home and found Alexander checking to make sure his fire suit was in the small closet next to the bathroom.

“Want to watch a movie after dinner?” asked Ashley.

“I was thinking we could go to the beach.” said Alexander as he reached for something in the closet.

“I didn’t bring a swim suit”

“That’s what you think,” said Alexander with, what Ashley thought was a smirk.

“Where did you get that?” asked Ashley, in almost horror when she saw that Alexander was holding the bikini she wore when they were in California during the race weekend at Infineon.

“You left it here after the race at Infineon,” replied Alexander with a devil’s smile.

After an early dinner, because the weather people were predicting rain and they didn’t want to go to the beach in the rain, Ashley went into the bathroom to change into her bikini.

She knew it probably wouldn’t fit the same as it did when she last wore it, a fact that was reinforced as the bottoms of the bikini got tight when she pulled them over her slightly larger thighs and butt.

Ashley then put the top of the bikini on which pulled tightly across her breasts and back, as well as dug into the fat she had. This showed what Ashley already knew, that the bikini was made for her old figure and not her new one.

When they got to the beach Ashley took off the plain white t-shirt that she had put on so no one other the Alexander could see that her breasts couldn’t fit in her bikini.

They arrived just in time to see the sun set. Ashley was afraid to move after they sat down fearing that either the top or the bottom of the bikini would break if she did, because it they were tight.

“I’m glad you came,” said Alexander as he put an arm around Ashley.

“So am I,” replied Ashley as she turned to kiss Alexander on the lips. As she did the snap on the back of the bikini broke and fell off revealing her bare soft breasts, luckily there wasn’t anyone else around to see.

A look of horror and embarrassment came over Ashley’s face as she threw a hand over her breasts.

“How can you be nervous to let me see your naked breasts after what we've already done together?” asked Alexander as he touched Ashley’s breast.

“I don’t mind if you see them,” started Ashley as she grabbed her shirt. “I don’t want anyone else to see them”

As Ashley put on her shirt again, there was a clap of thunder and a flash of lighting. Then it started raining.
 

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By the time they got to the motor home the rain had turned into a down pour.

“I would have thought Jeremiah would have been back by now?” said Ashley as she and Alexander entered the motor home.

“He’s probably at a team meeting,” replied Alexander.

“Shouldn’t you be at a team meeting as well?” asked Ashley as she pulled off her soaked shirt.

“They were predicting rain since Monday, so me and Mac came up with a plan in case it did rain, so there is no reason for a meeting right now unless it stops raining”

Alexander walked up to Ashley and kissed her passionately.

Alexander woke up around midnight to the thumping of rain on the roof of the motor home. Then as he got out of bed to head to the bathroom he heard a thumping sound and gagging coming from the front of the motor home. He turned on a bedside lamp which gave off a dim light, after deciding he couldn’t wait till morning to use the bathroom.

When he opened the door the dim light gave Alexander a faint view of what was going on in the front of the motor home. He could make out his brother’s dark brown hair, and the bare right breast of the girl his brother was making out with.

Alexander was going to sneak into the bathroom hopefully unseen, until his brother’s date spoke to tell Jeremiah, drunkenly, that someone was watching. He shut the door as fast as he could and put his back against the door. The voice he heard, or at least he hoped he hadn’t heard, belonged to his public relations person Samantha Bailey.

Just the thought of what he just saw Samantha and Jeremiah doing made Alexander feel like he was going to faint, so he went back to bed.

Alexander reawoke at six o’clock for his jog. As he exited the bedroom for the bathroom this time he kept his eyes closed in case Jeremiah and Samantha were sleeping on the floor. However after Alexander changed for his jog, he couldn’t keep his eyes closed for fear that he’d hurt himself as he tried to leave, so looked around he noticed that Jeremiah was sleeping on the couch like the week before but Samantha wasn’t there.

When Alexander got to pit road he noticed someone else standing on pit road, but when he got closer he noticed it was Samantha.

“What are you doing here?” asked Alexander.

“I was going to walk around the track,” started Samantha, who was wearing a tight shirt that looked like it was about to rip from the strain from her large belly and breasts, “I need to lose weight, over thelasdt year I've put on almost 40 pounds”

Samantha could tell that Alexander was uncomfortable, so she decided to talk about something else.

“I set up that press conference you wanted for after qualifying today,” said Samantha.

“That is if the rain holds off so we can get qualifying in,” replied Alexander as he looked up at the dark cloudy skies.

“Alexander, I’m sorry about what you saw last night, I was drunk.” Samantha started feeling that she should explain what happen between her and his brother.

“Its ok, do you want to jog with me?”

“Sure,” replied Samantha.

As they jogged every inch of Samantha seamed to jiggle. When they got to the start of the back stretch they stopped because Samantha was out of breath.

“I guess I need to work out more,” said Samantha as she took a deep breath and her breasts heaved forward causing her shirt to raise up an inch to reveal some of her belly.

“Are you ok?” asked Alexander a little worried.

“Yeah, just too fat to be doing the kind of jogging we just did,” replied Samantha.

“Hey there’s something I have to tell you,” said Alexander as he walked in front of Samantha so she couldn’t walk away when he told her what he needed to.

“What is it?” asked Samantha who was still breathing heavily.

“I’m going to be starting my own race team next year.”

“Is that what the press conference is for?” asked Samantha.

“Yeah” replied Alexander.

“You're serious” said Samantha after looking at Alexander’s expression to his last answer, “You’ll leave Wilson Racing?”

“It’s not Wilson Racing anymore. Mr. Wilson sold the team to Mr. Buchanan.”

“How do you know?” asked Samantha.

“Mr. Wilson told me.” replied Alexander.

Samantha's jaw drpped in surprise.

“Samantha I want you to be the president of my race team,” said Alexander.

“But I don’t have a degree to run a business.”

“Neither do I.” started Alexander. “As Theodore Roosevelt once said ‘Do what you can, with what you have, where you are’”

“Why me?” Samantha started to ask as she raised her plump arms up. “Why do you want me to be the president of your race team?”

“Because you’re the best person at public relations and marketing I know,” replied Alexander as Samantha crossed her plump arms over her equally plump belly.

“How am I the best?” asked Samantha.

“Well, you marked me and I haven’t been that truthful to my fans and sponsors,” replied Alexander.

“Yeah, wel.l”

“So what do you think?”

“Well since I’m getting fatter anyway, I guess I’ll do it.”

“Ok,” replied Alexander.

Alexander and Samantha walked the rest of the way back to pit road.

After Alexander arrived back at his motor home it started to sprinkle; when he finished his shower it had turned into a downpour again.

NASCAR canceled qualifying as well as practice for both the Sprint Cup and Nationwide Series.

As Alexander promised he took Ashley’s parents to get passes so they could be in the garage and on pit road. After they received their passes they hung out with Ashley in the forty-four garage stall.

At twelve thirty Alexander called a team meeting. As the team gathered in the back of the hauler, which served as a lounge, everyone wondered what the meeting was about. They knew thought that it must be something big, since Alexander called the meeting and he never called for a team meeting before.

When Alexander and Mac walked into the lounge, the crew members knew that was the start of the meeting, and expected Mac to walk to the center of the room, but Alexander did instead.

“Ok guys,” started Alexander as he looked at the faces of the crew. “I felt that you guys should hear this from me first, I owe you’ll that much”

Alexander took a deep breath, then plunged ahead with what he was going to say.

“This is hard to tell you’ll but I won’t be coming back next year. I’m going to be starting my own team.”

The looks on the crews faces were of total surprise and shock.

“What does that mean for us?” asked Brad Jensen the right tire carrier and the youngest member of the McDonald’s crew and the only member not to grow up in the NASCAR nation.

“Well I’d love to take you all with me but I don’t know what your contracts say or what Mr. Wilson wants to do, and anyways I don’t know how much money I have to spend with yet.”

Alexander then looked at Mac who had a grin on his face and nodded his head.

“Ok, now I want you all to forget the game plan we have been using the last four years. From now until the end of the season we are going to run every race like it’s our last. We are going after the championship and nothings going to stop us”

As Alexander finished the whole crew broke into cheer and applauding.

Alexander left the hauler with a smile on his face and walked to the media center.

When Alexander entered the media center he took a seat at the table at the front of the room. All the reporters waited for Mr. Wilson to join him but when Alexander started talking they became more interested because Alexander never had a press conference on his own.

“I’ll try to make this quick, I know everyone has some place better to be,” said Alexander which got a laugh from some of the reporters and cameramen.

“In the words of Thomas Pain ‘Tis Time To Part’, and with that I would now like to announce that I will not be back behind the wheel of Wilson Racing’s number twenty-five Chevy Impala SS next season,” Alexander started as some reporters had surprised looks on their faces, “I have brought majority ownership in Matthews-Chandler Racing and will be renaming it Alexander Hawkins Motorsports”

“As a result the number ninety-two Sprint Cup car will be suspended until farther notice, and Andrew Christopher has been released from all his Sprint Cup duties. I will also like to announce that I have hired legendary engine builder Eugene Camelot to build engines for my team. I also signed Brett McGill to a development contract for next year, to drive the number ninety-two Chevy Silverado in the Camping World Truck Series. I also signed Camping World West series driver Matt O’Shaughnessy to a development contract to drive as of now a select number of Nationwide Series races next season. That is all I have to say, I would like you all for comingm” Alexander added, then got up and left the media center.

Alexander then went back to his motor home for lunch; when he got there Jeremiah was just finishing his lunch.

“Alexander I want to apologize for what you saw this morning,” Jeremiah started as Alexander grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and patted Ludwig who was laying under the table on the head. “She was drunk and I got a little in over my head”

“Don’ worry about it,” replied Alexander as he made a sandwich and checked to make sure Ludwig had enough food and water, then sat down at the table.

“I have to go check in with my team,” said Jeremiah.

“Ok,” replied Alexander as Jeremiah got up and left.

Ashley then walked into the motor home.

“Hey, where is your parents?” asked Alexander as Ashley walked to the table and he got up.

“They went back to my motor home for lunch,” replied Ashley as she gave Alexander a kiss.

“Shall I compare the to a summers day?” Alexander said after they parted.

“You know Shakespeare?” replied Ashley with surprise.

“My parents sent me and my brothers to this prestigious boarding school. Shakespeare was one of the many things they taught.

The rain held off on Friday so the Nationwide Series could race. Alexander was told by Mark Strong that he wasn’t needed to be Joe’s spotter for the race, so Alexander invited Ashley’s parents over to watch the race with them.

Ashley’s parents had brought a cake with them which had Alexander wondering why.. When they said ‘happy birthday’ to her, Alexander was surprised because he hadn’t known it was her birthday.

“why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?” asked Alexander after Ashley’s parents left.

“Because I didn’t think it was important,” replied Ashley.

“It is important,” Alexander said before he kissed her.

“So what do you want for your present?” asked Alexander after they parted.

“I already got it,” replied Ashley before she kissed Alexander.

The rain held off on Saturday as well, which made everyone happy.

Ashley was in the back of the forty-four car hauler, Samantha had come to collect her parents and bring them to the luxury suite to watch the race, but now Ashley was getting into her fire suit which was now a little tight. They had to steal her old fire suits from Wilson Racing, due to the fact that White Enterprises had men that were taller then her driving before her, and since altering the fire suits White Enterprises or ordering a new one would take time, they had no other choice but to steal. And since it was her old fire suit she felt even more uneasy about racing at her new weight.

"Hey kiddo,” sad familiar voice in southern accent as Ashley rubbed her belly.

When Ashley turned around she saw Casper Huntington, her grandfather’s best friend and long time crew chief.

“What are you doing here?” asked Ashley as she once again rubbed her belly, which was a little noticeable through the fabric of the fire suit.

“The Whites figured that you’d want a familiar voice on top of your pit box,” replied the elderly man.

“What about the Whites regular crew chief?” asked Ashley.

“He’ll be acting as the car chief.”

Samantha and Ashley’s parents had just got seated in the luxury suite that Alexander had rented when the marketing team from Snapple and 7-up had arrived. Samantha introduced herself as the person who would be the president of the team and that they unfortunately couldn’t bring their own car to the track. She introduced Ashley’s parents as the parents of the teams future driver’s girlfriend.

When Ashley walked onto the stage for driver introduction there seamed to be more people cheering for her, then there was when she walked across the stage at the Daytona 500.

As the invocation was giving Ashley looked at all the cars before hers, because qualifying was rained out they had to go by owner points, and since White Enterprises had missed a few races as well as did poorly in others, Ashley had to start thirty-third.

When she got into the car and bulked up, which felt a little uncomfortable as she pulled the straps over her softer breasts. Ashley cursed herself for not going to the Whites the week before and asking if she could drive their car, so then any kinks with the seat would have been worked out before she got to the track.

The race started on time and with a fifty percent chance of rain.

As they crossed the line to complete the first lap Alexander was in the lead and Ashley lost a position since her lane was moving backwards. But when the field got to the backstretch the inside pushed ahead and Russ Stanley took over the lead.

On lap ten as everyone was getting into a rhythm the Sixty-Two of Benjamin Langston tapped the left rear of Brain Douglas’s K-Mart Dodge Charger, which caused Douglas to get loose and come down and hit the right rear of Joe Strong’s Ninety-Six Chevy Impala SS and turned him into the outside lane. Jeremiah who was in the outside lane and tried to check up, but as he did he got hit from behind by the Eighty of Wayne Stuart which caused Jeremiah to turn left and slide into the inside lane.

By the time Jeremiah was spun the rest of the field mostly passed by, the only car that didn’t was the Fifty-Seven Ford Fusion of Nick Grant, who Jeremiah Hit.

Ashley was surprised when she made it through the wreck, when she saw it happening in front of her.

“Way to go kiddo, that was a great job,” said Casper over the radio.

“I didn’t think I would get through it,” replied Ashley.

“I knew you would,” started Casper. “You drive just like your grandfather, and have his instincts.”

Alexander on the other hand was having a different conversation with his crew chief.

“Mac my car is tight behind the Zero-Eight, I need it looser.”

“First try it in clean air,” replied Mac.

“How, there’s no way I can get around that car.”

“Wait until the other lane comes in.”

“Ten-Four Mac.”

After they went back green, Alexander pulled what most would call a rookie mistake. As they raced down the backstretch, Alexander pulled out of the line believing he could sling shot around Russ Stanley. But after he got out of the line he fell back fast because nobody would follow him out of line, as a result Alexander fell back to twentieth.

“Alexander,” Mac, his crew chief, basically yelled, “I thought I told you to wait until the inside lane opened up.”

“Sorry Mac, I thought I could get around him.”

Alexander was mad at himself for making a stupid move.

When Alexander pitted, they fixed the tightness problem and when he got back onto the track he drove to the front. Alexander was then able to take back the lead.

On lap Sixty Seven, the engine on Billy Stanley’s number Thirteen Chevy Impala SS expired. The smoke from the blown engine was so thick that the Thirty-Nine of Denver O’ Shea had to be checked up so he wouldn’t run into the back of the Thirteen. However O’ Shea got run into from behind instead by the Thirty-Five of Ralph Davis, which resulted in Denver O’ Shea getting spun.

Denver O’ Shea spun below the yellow line, which marked where the racing surface ended and the apron started, then spun back into the racing surface and hit the Sixty-Seven of Allen Kelly. The two cars then both crashed into the Eighty-Six of Xavier Lawrence. Denver O’Shea had actually hit the front of Lawrence’s car while Allen Kelly had hit in front of the Eighty Six.

Xavier Lawrence was then hit from behind by the Sixty-Five of Ronald Duncan.

“We are going to pit under this caution,” said Mac over the radio.

“Ten Four,” replied Alexander.

Russ Stanley had surprised everyone by not pitting under the caution.

Ten laps after they went back to green, Russ Stanley ran out of gas, which meant that he wasn’t going to have a chance to win.

With five laps to go Christopher Washington had been hit in the right rear by Dan Crittenden, and he spun into the lower lane and crashed into the Zero-Eight of Russ Stanley.

When they lined up behind the pace car, Alexander felt that he had the win sewed up, since by the time they cleaned up the track they would have a green-white-checkered finish. And since it took about a half a lap to a lap to get back up to speed, there wouldn’t be any challengers.

As they were on the backstretch after the restart with two laps to go, Teammates Joe Taylor and James Kavanaugh jumped out together and had taken the lead, but as they entered the tri oval Alexander had hooked up with the lane behind him that was led by Ashley.

After they hooked up Alexander and the lane charged pass the two Jefferson Racing Chevy Impala SS’s.

Joe Taylor and James Kavanaugh would finish twentieth and Twenty-First.

As the checkered flag dropped Alexander had the lead. Ashley was second, the highest White Enterprises had finished in about ten years.

When Alexander got out of the car in victory lane, he spotted Ashley and walked right over to her and gave her a kiss on her lips as fireworks lit up the sky above them.

As Alexander and his party left Daytona, he left with something else, the points lead. And he vowed that he wasn’t going to give it up this time.


Continued here.
 

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This is my favorite story on dims at the moment, it is a realistic story and keeps you interested all the way, such great writing. plus as an added bonus of the weight gain happening, we get to listen about nascar and racing, and personally i love any type of car racing, formula 1 being me fav and nascar second. either way, great story, please continue.
i'm glad you like the story. and please feel free to message me if u have any ideas that may make the story better.
 

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