“It looked like she’d slammed her fingers in the hood of the car on purpose but I couldn’t tell. She walked to the driver’s side, got in, and calmly started the engine as if nothing ever happened.
“”Where to now?”” she asked, looking in the rear-view mirror at an empty landscape.
Because the rope she’d used to tie my hands together immobilized me totally, I grunted and drooled in a code I’d created specifically to say the word, “”forward.””
* BIT GAG is an experimental road story. “