Chapter 2

My name is Stephen Porter. I have been with the Flemington, NJ FD for 6 years. I needed a beer to wash away the smoke.

"You up for Rustic?" "Sure Stephen," Dave smiled when he thought of the hottest blond in Hunterdon County. Susan worked as a bartender at Rustic. She was as much of an attraction as the dancers. The Rustic was an upscale restaurant with a private club between Flemington, NJ and Clinton, NJ. It catered to those connected enough with the local businesses of questionably "Legal" activities. Most worked in the greater Newark-Elizabeth area. But they tolerated the hour drive on 78 twice a day to live in the Country.

Although they kept out the regular people, the local police, fire departments and local politicians were members. Some connected lawyers also were included, but most people hated lawyers so access was limited.

Dave and I showered and changed at the Flemington Station. Tom, the rookie wanted to tag along. He did alright at the fire so I said why not.

We took my car, a 2010 STS-V in Burgundy. It could move when I wanted. Heading north out of Flemington on 31 we hit the first area by the High School, where 31 changes from a single lane to a 2 lane. I pushed the speed a little passing the slower traffic in the left lane that were lined up for where the road changes back to single lane at the Walmart. I moved left and cutoff a slow car that was not paying attention when the light changed and sat there while traffic moved. He honked his horn in outrage, though he was 80 ft back. A mile and 3 lights later the road expands again. The V motor moves out quickly. Love this car. I'm moving fast, feeling strong, bulletproof. Nothing can stop me today.