Just a short little snippet or premise story today, which can be expanded if there's any interest.
Barrel racer Mary May's (age 31, 5'5" 114 pounds) car has broken down in a rough area of a rural Missouri town. Several minutes pass, and a huge teen girl (Fiona Jacobs, age 18, 5'10" 276 pounds) pulls up in a truck and asks her what's wrong.
"My cars stalled out."
"Really. Did you put gas in it?"
"Off course."
"Then let's take a look."
The huge girl steps out of her truck. She's at least 5'10" tall and 250 pounds, Mary surmises. She waddles over toward the hood.
"Open it."
"Okay."
Mary opens the hood from inside her vehicle. She then steps out, walks over and stands by the big girl.
"Looks like you have a bad connection," says the girl, as she snaps a couple wires.
"What are you doing?" cries Mary.
"Look, I don't like barrel racers. You women always come into town, shaking your little tight-jeaned asses around. The next thing you know, you're sleeping with half the men here, including my papa."
"I never slept with your papa."
"Oh, so he's not good enough for your prissy little ass?"
Mary's throat churns. "I didn't say that."
The girl's eyes have somehow changed in the last 60 seconds. And there was an intense glare to her stare.
All of a sudden, Mary realizes the danger she's in. The girl is huge and could beat the living daylights out of her. Mary takes off running -- her boot hells clopping on the macadam. Meanwhile, the girl removes the Mary's keys from her car, which she left inside the vehicle, and tosses them in the cornfield.
"Nah," said the girl under her breath. You're not getting out of here." She then chases after the barrel racer.
