Full Throttle on the Waves

I marched Molly down the street and slipped right under the glass door into the buzzing neighborhood arcade. You had a grand vision about an arcade jet ski simulator, and right against the neon wall sat a molded turquoise watercraft on heavy hydraulic springs! I hauled Molly up the rubber footboard, hoisted her onto the padded vinyl seat, and climbed on right ahead of her. She wrapped her yellow yarn arms tight around my waist without slipping an inch. I gripped the ribbed handlebars with both hands and gave the heavy throttle grip a sharp twist. The machine surged forward with a satisfying tilt, rocking us high over digital whitecaps while Molly held on tight!