"Where the hell did she learn to do that?" Tommy muttered to himself, his eyes still glued to the rearview mirror as he watched Becky's car pull out of the driveway. The engine of his beat-up Honda Civic sputtered to life, and he tugged at his seatbelt, feeling the anger coil up inside him like a snake. It was supposed to be a night of firsts, but all he got was a taste that left him more frustrated than ever. The quietne...