Riding in cars with knights under the lunar disc

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• [Bonnie] had to agree with that part, but explained, "I've been working on some modifications - I can double [KITT's] penetration!"
  
  She's talking about a laser here, but I just can't stop giggling.


• Dear Diary,
  
  Michael Knight is so hot, today he was wearing that black leather jacket. I think it needs a wash but he still looks hot. Well I think I'm going to tell Michael how I feel, but how. I know what I'll write him a letter.
  
  The letter:
  
  Dear Sugar lips,
  
  I have wanted to tell you this a long time, I want you, I need you, I have to have you. I watch you every time your in the same room as me, and my heart starts racing, if only I could tell you how I feel, but I know you feel the same way.
  
  Yours forever.
  
  Signed Hot for You
  
  Not making this up. Oh, and somehow the letter gets to Devon by accident. ha!


• Michael returned to KITT downtrodden but not quite defeated. "KITT activate your sensor array and search for that tramp's lifesigns"


• Um. I am completely addicted to the Fire & Ice universe series by Macx. A bit o' h/c, Nick: an intriguing driver for KARR (the first version of KITT--he was antisocial, lol), and it just has that eighties feel. It's not sophisticated, but it is like chocolate. Can't get enough. In fact, I like it so much that I miss Nick in all the other fics, and I don't like it when other fics damage KARR. ha!


• Michael grinned. "It just so happens, while I was having lunch with a rather nice redhead--"
  
  "Female, of course," Kitt added dryly.
  
  "--that she mentioned that there's going to be a bit of a race tonight, down at the waterfront. Just a few guys and their cars, testing their metal and their machines."


• So [Bonnie] said nothing when, night after night, Michael snuck out of her house to curl up in Kitt's welcoming embrace. She couldn't help the man -- she knew Kitt could.


• The reaction was immediate, the men fell to the ground, scurrying for cover, and a part of Kitt smiled in grim amusement.


• Summary: Just a little somthin' I made, Kitt and Michael didn't think of somthin' and they both feel bad 'bout it.


• [Bonnie] toweled off and eagerly put on the pants outfit. It fit her to a "T". She couldn't help admiring herself in the mirror. The color was perfect.
  
  Someone once pointed out how this is a common technique of beginning writers--to have their characters admire themselves in a mirror. I had never noticed it before, but I see it now.


• It was a cold, wintry night. Although the moon had been eaten by clouds, the lunar disc was still attempting to beat its way through the grey as if determined not to succumb to the season.
  
  Lunar disc!


• Dukes of Hazzard crossover.


• "Devon said she would be here and wearing a tan over shirt, a black shirt and black jeans. Is she here?" [Michael] asked
  
  I don't recommend wearing your tan over your shirt in any circumstances.


• It really isn't your fault,you know, it was your instinct's, a small voice said in her churning mind. Because I was an assassin for 11 years! She replied, she reached shallower water and started to dog paddle to the shore.
  
  I have a feeling that assassins very rarely dog paddle. Just a feeling.


• [Michael:] "Seventy percent?! Are you nuts! That's seventy thousand dollars! What is any charity going to do with that much money?!"