Chapter 60: The New Girls

With so many people going on this trip, there was no way we’d all fit into one car. Plus, we were departing from two separate locations, so it had already been decided that Sam would bring Zofi, Naimh, Belle, Mari, and Alice from our hometown in her Escalade, and I would drive the other girls in my minivan.

Mammoth Mountain was not a short drive from Berkeley: about five and a half hours in decent traffic. Lake Tahoe would’ve been much closer and had perfectly good ski resorts. To get to Mammoth, I’d basically drive three hours to Lake Tahoe, and then drive another two-and-a-half hours southwards along the other side of the Sierra Nevada mountain range. Mammoth ostensibly had even higher-quality snow at a higher elevation, but the real reason we wanted to go to Mammoth was because none of us had ever gone before! A four-night trip to an undiscovered winter wonderland without parental supervision (and WITH a hot tub) was totally worth the drive, and I was in an eager, excited mood as I made the last few thrusts into Eva’s soaking wet snatch before slamming forward one final time and blasting her womb full of my baby-makers.

Oh, right, did I forget to mention Eva?

The gorgeous Eurasian beauty had flown into San Francisco this very morning on a red-eye flight from Kauai and then taken a SuperShuttle to Berkeley, getting dropped off at Mrs. Morris’s house so she could pack for the trip. And she was still there when I’d called her mid-morning to let her know I was back at my house, and that she was welcome to come over whenever she was ready.

Three minutes later, the doorbell rang exactly twice.

I didn’t need to get up and go open the door; Eva had her own key after all. Still, I stood up to greet her when I heard the door open and then shut a moment later. I heard the sounds of a rollaboard suitcase getting parked against the wall in the hallway. And when Eva turned the corner from the short hallway into the living room, I flashed her a shaka sign and greeted with a grin, “Howzit, hoalauna?”

Eva launched herself at me.

I believe her exact words were, “Get that big dick out. My cock socket needs some priority service.”

I wasn’t exactly surprised to find that the hapa Hawaiian girl was horny after spending a week away. I managed to not collapse under the force of her aggressive assault and staggered back to the couch with Eva in my arms until I sat down heavily on a cushion, and she quickly hopped into my lap, gripping the back of my head and cramming her tongue down my throat. I was rock-hard in my shorts, having not ejaculated at all this morning. And I was more than ready to go.

You may be wondering why I hadn’t ejaculated at all this morning. The short answer is that Skylar was a little fucked-out. After spending all of Saturday afternoon eating Skylar to orgasm after orgasm before climbing on and seeing if my big dick could reach even more virgin territory deep inside her pussy, stretching her lips with my thickness while she masturbated herself, and pawing at her big breasts with my hands while she straddled me, she’d finally run out of gas in time for dinner. We’d eaten, drank a little more wine, and then fell right back into bed to have even more sex.

By morning, Skylar was feeling sore again. Her poor pussy still wasn’t used to getting stretched as wide as it had been getting stretched as often as I’d been stretching it within the span of a few hours. Did I wake up horny? Yes. But Skylar confirmed her acceptance of Naimh’s invitation to join us on the Mammoth Mountain trip, and knowing that we’d be together for the next five days made it easy to let her body rest, recuperate, and be soothed by her newly purchased supply of the girls’ preferred topical cream rather than stretch her again.

Eva, on the other hand, wanted to get stretched as soon as humanly possible. So we made quick work of both of our clothes, got her pussy stretched, and we were off to the races.

Eva’s claws came out, too.

She rode me on the couch while she scratched my back. I banged her on top of the coffee table while she scratched my back. The only way I could get her to NOT scratch my back was to roll myself onto my back across the shag rug on the floor (which actually hurt a bit from the scratch marks, although the pleasure of her tight pumping pussy was a welcome distraction).

I let her ride me in a sort of crab position with her feet planted flat to either side of my shoulders. But after she came and I felt ready to lose my load, I flipped us over and hammered her hard until I slammed forward one final time and blasted her womb full of my baby-makers...

... while she was scratching my back.

The things we do for love...

... I mean like. Not love. Eva and I weren’t like that. We were friends. Just friends. Kinda.

Moving on.

After Eva and I got up and cleaned ourselves up, I called Skylar to confirm that she was ready to go. I put my suitcase and Eva’s into the trunk of my minivan, smirking and shaking my head when Eva went and sat in the very last row by the passenger-side window with her long legs stretched into the empty space in front of her. I frowned, wordlessly gesturing forward at the empty shotgun seat, but she simply grinned and waved me off before wordlessly pointing down at the seat she already occupied.

A few minutes later, I parallel parked the minivan in front of the apartment building’s driveway, Skylar emerged with her suitcase, and I greeted her on the sidewalk with a warm hug and a fierce kiss.

Eva rolled open the sliding door to remark, “Okay Neevie told me you two had finally hooked up, but it’s still a little mind-boggling to see it right in front of my face.”

“There’s something else I’d like to park right in front of your face,” Skylar replied saucily, which managed to shut Eva up, much to Skylar’s delight.

But a moment later, Eva recovered enough to release a sniff that I thought might have been a laugh as she turned to me. Waggling her finger at the blonde she commented, “She is definitely going to fit right in.”

“Exactly what Zofi said,” I replied.

“Ah yes, one last OG BTC girl for me to finally meet,” Eva said with a nod. “I’m especially curious to meet that one. I haven’t forgotten Belle calling me ‘Evil Zofi’ a couple of times.”

“Belle called you what now?” I arched an eyebrow.

Skylar started laughing, eyeing Eva in the van. “Ahhh, I get it.”

Eva sniffed again and lowered her oversized sunglasses over a playfully malevolent blue gaze before retreating to her lair in the rear row. I rolled my eyes, sighed, and grabbed the handle of Skylar’s suitcase. “Let’s just get going.”

I put Skylar’s suitcase into the trunk while she went to sit shotgun. Seconds later, I shifted the van into gear and pulled out onto the road. And Skylar immediately turned around in her seat, looking back at Eva as she asked, “So how was it being back in Kauai?”

“Fine. Small kine,” Eva replied concisely. “Also, no one cares. Skylar: How was it fucking Matty for the first time?”

“Bloody hell he’s amazing,” Skylar enthused immediately.

“Go on,” Eva drawled.

“I thought all the stuff the girls said to hype him up was just teasing. Couldn’t be real.”

“Go onnn,” she said, stretching out the word.

“From the first moment I felt myself getting stretched wider than I’d ever felt in my life, felt him pushing deeper than I’d ever felt in my life, and felt the strength of his arms holding me more forcefully than I’d ever felt in my life, I wondered why the fuck had I been waiting for so long?”

“Oh, do go on.”

“Please tell me you two aren’t going to be talking about sex for the entire drive,” I muttered.

“Shh, don’t interrupt,” Skylar scolded, reaching across the gap between us to tap my upper arm twice.

“Yeah, don’t interrupt,” Eva repeated as she unbuckled her seatbelt right there while we were still cruising down Cedar Street towards the freeway. But she quickly slid into the nearest middle-row seat and buckled up again. “The two of us are gonna have a little fun.”

Resigned to the topic, I renewed my focus on the road as best one could with two of his lovers comparing notes in the back seat.

Comfortably settled into her new spot, Eva continued, “So how did it happen? Neevie told me you and Zofi did a double-date with him before going back to the house and having a wild threesome, but I didn’t get all of the details.”

“Oh, we certainly had a wild threesome,” Skylar confirmed, keeping her seatbelt buckled but twisting sideways to bring her legs into the gap between the front bucket seats so she could better face Eva. “Zofi is amazing. I never thought I could hit it off so quickly with a girl I’d never met before.”

“Can’t wait to find out for myself.” Eva grinned, and when I glanced at her in the rearview mirror, I found the Hawaiian girl’s eyebrows waggling suggestively at Skylar. Who’d have ever thought Eva would be flirting with Skylar? Eva then continued, “But you weren’t expecting Zofi to be there, right? How did it feel to show up at the house and find another girl there?”

“Well in all honesty, I wasn’t that surprised,” Skylar admitted. “I mean: I’d hoped to find him alone, but this is Matty. How often does he NOT have another girl with him?”

Eva chortled. “That’s a very good point.”

“I’d actually prepped in my head how I’d react if Neevie was with him, or even Belle or Sam. Neevie I knew would just grab my hand and drag me upstairs while hollering for Matty to follow us. Belle I figured I’d simply offer to let her--”

“--let her slurp a creampie out of you and she’d be good,” Eva finished.

Skylar laughed. “Precisely.”

“Good call, works every time,” Eva nodded sagely.

“Sam was the only one who gave me pause. I’ve noticed she ... ah...” Skylar paused, unsure if she should continue.

“Sam’s a little jealous of you,” Eva stated matter-of-factly.

“Riiight?!?” Skylar exclaimed. “You noticed too? I was wondering if it was only in my head.”

“It’s not only in your head,” Eva confirmed. “Remember the first time Sam ever saw you? She immediately introduced herself as ‘Matty’s Head Girlfriend’.”

“You caught that too?” Skylar asked with a laugh. “And then she gives me these looks whenever she sees me: not exactly cold, but not exactly warm and welcoming, either.”

“Sam’s a really great human being. She can be warm and welcoming, but she’s also used to being the resident big-titted blonde of The BTC,” Eva observed. “You’re a threat to her Alpha Queen status.”

“I’m no threat.” Skylar waved dismissively. “I’ve no interest in usurping anyone’s position, and I’d never take Matty away from the rest of you. Sam’s his girlfriend. Now maybe she’s not his ‘Head’ girlfriend anymore, but I know how much she loves him and how important he is to her. I’m not asking him to be my boyfriend, and I’m not trying to compete with her. I just ... The only thing I want...”

“You want to feel Matty’s big dick drilling into you over and over and over again, giving you orgasm after orgasm and showering you with unbelievable pleasure over and over and over again.” Eva grinned.

Skylar laughed with her. “Yes. That.”

Eva sighed. “And you want him to wrap you up in his arms whenever you need a hug - to know with absolute certainty that he’ll be a willing listener, a sympathetic soul, and a fierce protector so that you’ll never have to feel alone.”

“Yeah...” Skylar breathed, looking over at me and rubbing my thigh before returning her attention to Eva. “You understand.”

“I understand,” Eva confirmed, meeting my eyes in the rearview mirror. “I understand exactly the way that feels.”

Skylar nodded and reached out with one hand to rub Eva’s knee.

“Guess I’m the designated welcome wagon.” Eva slipped her hands into Skylar’s and gave them a squeeze. “Solidarity, sister. Welcome to The BTC.”

Skylar smiled immediately. “Thank you. It’s very nice to feel welcomed.”

Eva nodded, and then leaned forward conspiratorially to stage whisper, “So I was right, right? Matty’s got the biggest dick you’ve ever seen?”

“OMG by far,” Skylar exclaimed enthusiastically.

“How did it feel the first time he stretched you out?”

“I thought he’d shoved his whole fist inside me or something!” Skylar squealed.

“Go on.”

“Are you two really having this conversation?” I interjected.

“Shh, shh, let us have our girl talk,” Skylar scolded, tapping my shoulder. “It’s nothing but praise for you. Where was I?”

“You were saying it felt like a whole fist up your cooter,” Eva supplied.

“Bigger, even. The first time I took him in my hand to guide him into Zofi, I could barely get my fingers around him.”

“I know!” Eva agreed. “But you said the first time you took him in your hand was to guide him into Zofi? You never got your hands on him before that?”

“Well, the first time I tried to get my hand around him, my fingers were ice cold,” Skylar explained with a laugh. “I actually clamjammed myself with that one.”

“Wait, what?” Eva looked confused.

“It was Friday night after we had the big BTC party, Matty and I dropped off you and Lily at Mrs. Morris’s house, and then Matty walked me across campus at night. I tried to seduce him on the walk over and slipped my hand into his pants...”

“But your hands were ice cold!” Eva exclaimed gleefully. She laughed so hard she started snorting, and then a few tears began leaking from her eyes. I rolled my eyes at her through the rearview mirror, but I don’t think she noticed.

“It wouldn’t have happened anyways,” I interjected calmly. “Skylar and I had both been drinking and I’d already made up my mind it wouldn’t happen.”

Skylar groaned. “Has he always been so gormless when a girl is throwing herself at him?”

“‘Gormless’?” Eva queried uncertainly.

“Clueless. Oblivious. Dense.”

Eva laughed. “Well, he certainly tries very hard to be a gentleman. Perhaps a little too hard.”

“I’ll say.”

“I’m guessing your first time with Matty went a little more smoothly?” Skylar quipped with a chuckle.

“I don’t ... know ... if I’d call it... ‘smoothly’,” Eva managed to wheeze between laughs, still wiping her eyes. “But at least my hands weren’t ice cold.”

“How DID your first time with Matty go?” Skylar continued. “I asked him, but of course he wouldn’t talk about it.”

“Oh, nothing special.” Eva sighed, drying her last tears and shaking her head. “One minute, I was bawling my eyes out thinking of Kai. The next minute, I just grabbed his head and started kissing him. Ripped my shirt off, started yanking down my pants. Got myself mounted a minute later, we fucked all over his living room, and we didn’t stop until he’d pounded me into the fucking floor so hard I had bruises for days and filled me up until I was overflowing with cum. God, it was glorious.” I think Eva almost had an orgasm right there on the spot, but then her eyes refocused and she came back to Skylar. “So, yeah, you know: tale as old as time.”

Skylar frowned. “He didn’t try to stop you?”

“Well of course he started to. But then I just pleaded for him not to reject me, yanked his shorts down, and stuck his dick in my mouth. He stopped arguing with me after that.”

Skylar’s jaw dropped. “Now why didn’t -I- think of that?!?”

Eva smirked. “Probably would’ve saved yourself a lot of angst and trouble.”

Skylar slapped my upper arm. “Now I don’t know whether to feel annoyed that you kept putting me off for so long, or feel special that you kept hesitating to make sure we were doing the right thing.”

“Bit of both,” Eva suggested. “But I’m assuming he made it worth the wait in the end.”

Skylar sighed and started rubbing my upper arm where she’d slapped me. “You were worth the wait,” she told me sincerely.

“You were worth the wait, too,” I agreed.

Skylar beamed at me, puckered up, and leaned over to give me a quick kiss. I pecked her lips for a split-second but otherwise kept my eyes on the road.

“So?” Eva continued. “Gimme all the details. Start with that first threesome with Zofi. Was it everything you’d fantasized about?”

“Everything and more. I knew Neevie bragged a lot, and I know Belle did too for you and Lily, but even with those elevated expectations--”

“Girls, don’t make me turn this car around,” I grumped into the steering wheel.

“We can talk about something else if you really want,” Eva paused for effect. “How’s your back, lover? Feeling comfortable up there?”

I glanced in the mirror to narrow my eyes at the hapa beauty. She just looked back at me expectantly. I sighed and turned to Skylar in resignation, “Go on.”

“He totally blew my freakin’ mind.”

“C’mon, details. I need details!” Eva squawked impatiently.

It was gonna be a LONG drive.

Fortunately for me, Eva and Skylar couldn’t compare notes about having sex with me for the entire drive to Mammoth Mountain. They only had about thirty-five minutes before we had to pick up our next passenger, after all.

Luna lived in a sleepy, suburban area of Vallejo where the local high school’s population was fifty-percent Hispanic. I knew she and Isabela had grown up together, had excelled at school together, and come to Berkeley as near-inseparable best friends. But now Luna was coming with The BTC to Mammoth Mountain...

... and Isabela was not.

And I didn’t know exactly why.

Luna had apparently called Naimh on Friday night to ask if the standing offer to accompany us to Mammoth was still on the table. If further explanations were given to Naimh, those explanations had not been relayed to me. I’d come home from my visit to Zofi’s house, Belle had given me Luna’s address with instructions to call her with an ETA Sunday morning, and that was that.

When I parallel parked the minivan on the curb outside Luna’s apartment complex, the girl in question had come outside wheeling a suitcase and wearing her ski jacket. I didn’t need to go to the door to meet her parents. Nobody came outside to see her off. I didn’t spy any figures peeking through a window. I simply loaded her stuff into the trunk, Eva relocated to her preferred seat in the third row while Luna took a spot in the middle row, and then we were off.

The girls and I exchanged greetings with Luna, but then I focused on navigating my way back to the interstate highway, and none of the three girls continued the conversation. After more than thirty minutes of listening to Skylar and Eva chatter non-stop about sex, sex positions, different group sex acts, and very specific details about having sex with me, the van was mercifully silent.

But as nice as it was for me to get some peace and quiet for a bit, I couldn’t help but notice how awkward the silence felt for everyone else.

The three girls all knew each other, and they’d just spent the End-of-Semester hangout together, but they didn’t really know each other, you know? Luna was pretty close friends with Naimh and Belle, but Eva had always been somewhat aloof, and Skylar was a near stranger. Even Skylar and Eva’s recent friendly banter had been centered around talking about sex with me: the only thing they really had in common. But now with Luna in the van, that topic had been taken away, and nobody seemed really sure what to do.

As soon as I merged into the fast lane on northbound I-80, I glanced into the rearview mirror and asked, “So Luna? Have you been skiing before?”

“Um, a couple of times, but just a couple,” she replied uncertainly. “Lift tickets are pretty expensive, so my family usually just went up to the mountains to play in the snow and do some sledding once or twice every winter. I’ll be a total novice, so my apologies in advance if I’m slowing everyone down.”

“Well maybe not everyone,” I offered. “Eva, you’ve never been skiing before at all, right?”

“I’ve never put on a pair of skis in my life,” Eva confirmed. “They don’t build many ski resorts in Hawaii.”

Skylar looked into the back seats. “Wait, Eva, have you even seen snow before?”

“Only from a distance. It snows on Mauna Kea, Mauna Loa, and Haleakala, but those are mountain peaks and I’ve never been up close with them. Well, actually, I’ve got photos of me making snowballs as a little girl, but those were in Japan and I don’t remember it.”

“Do you still have any of those photos?” I asked. “Maybe we can recreate them at Mammoth, put them side-by-side with the ones from your childhood, and send them back to your dad. I bet he’d love that.”

Eva paused for a moment. “I bet he would ... That’s a really good idea, Matty.”

“Very thoughtful,” Skylar agreed, rubbing my arm again. It felt much better than having her slap me.

“But anyways,” Eva continued. “Luna, you won’t need to worry about slowing the rest of us down. I expect I’ll be right there beside you, struggling to figure it out.”

“Good to know,” Luna replied appreciatively.

“And I’ll be right next to both of you,” Skylar added.

I glanced at her briefly. “You told me you were an experienced skier.”

“Truth be told, I’m much better at cross-country skiing,” Skylar corrected.

“You said you visited Tahoe almost every winter with your family and friends since you came here.”

“Just because I’ve been to alpine ski resorts doesn’t mean I’m any good at it.” Skylar shrugged before adding dryly, “No amount of experience can make up for a complete lack of talent.”

Eva leaned forward over the middle-row backrest, muttering, “You get the feeling Skylar’s just trying to be modest? That she’s really a black-diamond expert but doesn’t want to show up a pair of novices like us?”

Luna chuckled. “Could be.”

“I’m not trying to be modest,” Skylar insisted. “I really do suck at skiing.”

“Guess we’ll find out tomorrow,” I remarked with a laugh.

The girls laughed with me, and I started to relax. But then nobody said anything else in the seconds immediately afterwards.

Nobody said anything else in the seconds after that, either.

Or the seconds after that.

Or the seconds after that.

And then the silence felt awkward again.

Skylar had turned forward to look out the front windshield. When I glanced in the rearview mirror, I found that Eva had reclined back in her seat and stretched her legs out, staring out the side window. And Luna was quietly pensive.

“So Luna?” I asked into the awkward silence before fully forming the question I wanted to ask. “How was your Christmas?”

“Don’t ask,” she replied tersely.

Skylar and I exchanged a glance, and I muttered, “Um, okay...”

Skylar looked back. “What’s wrong?”

“She did just tell you not to ask,” Eva drawled from the third row.

Skylar turned her head towards Eva. “Well for some people, that means, ‘The answer is bad and I’m saying ‘Don’t ask’ because I want you to actually ask so we can commiserate and I’ll feel better for offloading whatever’s on my chest.’”

“Or it might mean, ‘Don’t ask’,” Eva stated flatly.

Skylar returned her attention to Luna. “Well, which is it?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” Luna muttered somewhat glumly.

I glanced up at the rear-view mirror with a frown. “Are you not joining us because you want to join us? Are you not here because you wanted to be with your friends?”

“I do, I do,” Luna said with a tone of voice that seemed to indicate the exact opposite of her words. “It’s just...”

When Luna shook her head and stared out the window rather than finish that sentence, I spoke up, “You really don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s fine. Might as well get this stuff out of the way early so you stop tiptoeing around me.” Luna sighed wearily. And after a beat, she stated matter-of-factly, with almost no emotion in her tone, “Isabela and I broke up.”

Skylar gasped and pivoted in her seat to look back at Luna. Eva pulled her legs in and sat up a little straighter. And Skylar asked, “Oh my goodness. Are you alright?”

Luna shrugged. “I’m fine. Writing had been on the wall for a long, long time. We were never on the same page about what we wanted. I wanted us to get a little more serious, and settling down wasn’t in her DNA. This breakup was kind of inevitable.”

“But you two seemed so happy together at that Friday night party.”

Luna shook her head. “The three of you left before the shit hit the fan. Matty, did you notice that Isabela and I were gone when you got back home?”

“Um...” I blinked twice. I distinctly recalled Sam pinning Holly to an armchair with Matty Junior, Alice and Naimh in a sixty-nine, and Belle dragging me over to the bed with all the force of The Incredible Hulk on a rampage. But Izzy and Luna?

“In all fairness, Matty had a lot to deal with that night,” Skylar interjected. “I was drunk and hurling in the loo.”

“Not important,” Luna muttered. “That wasn’t our first fight, and it wouldn’t be our last. We managed to at least get through Christmas, but after that...”

When Luna’s voice trailed off, Skylar leaned over and touched Luna’s knee. “I’m so sorry.”

“No es nada,” Luna muttered with a shrug.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Skylar added sympathetically.

“Not really,” Luna muttered, shaking her head. “Not yet at least.”

“Then we don’t need to talk about it,” I assured her. “Not until you’re ready. And in all honesty, we’re probably not the ones you’d want to talk about it with, anyways. But you’ll be seeing Belle and Neevie in a few hours.”

“It’s cool. I know you’re all really nice people. It’s why I wanted to come on this trip. I needed to get away. Nothing to do with the skiing part. Just the idea of getting far, far away from home – and far, far away from Isa – I just...”

Luna’s voice trailed off again as she stared off at some distant point out the driver’s side window, slowly shaking her head. We all waited her out rather than prod her to finish that last sentence.

Eventually, Luna took a deep breath and then met my gaze through the rearview mirror again. “I’m not here to mess up your ski trip. I promise I’ll do my best to keep up.”

“Don’t sweat it,” I assured her.

“You’ll still do better at skiing than the girl who hasn’t even seen snow since she was a toddler,” Eva piped up.

“Just think of it like surfing,” I suggested.

“On snow,” Eva pointed out with a laugh. “Facing forward instead of sideways.”

“Why don’t you try snowboarding then?” I proposed.

“Actually, I was thinking the same,” Eva agreed. “I’ll be colder than I’ve ever been in my life, but at least it might feel familiar.”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine,” Luna said encouragingly. “But actually, I didn’t mean ‘keeping up’ on the slopes.”

“Oh?”

Luna turned her attention to me and Skylar, adding, “I meant I’ll do my best to not kill the mood. This is supposed to be a festive, party kind of trip. And I know the girls are looking forward to getting laid as often as possible over the next few days.”

“There’s more to The BTC than sex,” I stated seriously.

“You sure?” Luna snorted, but before I could start to defend myself, she added quickly, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Honestly, I’m looking forward to staring at all the girls in their skimpy bikinis just as much as you. I’m still sad about how things ended with Isabela, but like Neevie suggested: maybe the best way to get over her is to let loose, unwind, and have lots of orgasms with The BTC for a few days.”

“That definitely sounds like something Neevie would say,” Skylar agreed, and all four of us laughed.

“Okay, change of subject,” Luna announced. “Anybody know any good road trip games?”

The long drive to Mammoth Mountain was ... well... long.

Luna taught us an alphabet searching game where everyone had to individually spot all the letters of the alphabet in order on street signs, license plates, billboards, etc., like the E in a green “Exit” sign, the F in a “California” license plate, and the N for the “Nut Tree Plaza”. And once someone spotted a letter and verbally announced it, nobody else could use the same one.

Skylar had the best vantage point from the shotgun seat and was the fastest to get to the letter P, but she got hung up for more than ten minutes trying to find a Q. Luna caught up, found a Q on a Quiznos store, and passed her. Then -I- caught up, also trying to find a Q. But Skylar shouted out “Q!” a split-second before me, pointing at the license plate of a Buick in the middle lane. And in the end, Skylar spotted a Pizza Hut, shouted “Z!” and won the game.