081413 #worm Damn it, she says, trying to drive and reach between her legs at the same time. She feels all over on the floor for the lighter. Suddenly a much sharper curve appears in the little world of the headlights ahead. She looks up just in time. Ltiky grabs the dashboard. The car lurches like a jon boat in a power yacht's wake, and just manages to stay on the road with a horrendous slow-motion screech. The procession of white lines veers crazily off center and back again, never ceasing its disappearing flight.