The windshield wipers beat rhythmically against the windshield, almost in sync with Nicoletta’s heart pounding in her chest. The rain was pouring down, turning the streets of Milan into raging rivers. Marta gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles, trying to stay calm as the water blurred her vision.
“Just one more kilometer,” she repeated to herself in a low voice, trying to reassure herself. But fate had other plans for her.
Nicoletta tried to restart the engine, but to no avail. The car was still, trapped in a rapidly growing puddle. A sense of panic began to creep inside h...

The windshield wipers beat rhythmically against the windshield, almost in sync with Nicoletta’s heart pounding in her chest. The rain was pouring down, turning the streets of Milan into raging rivers. Marta gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles, trying to stay calm as the water blurred her vision.
“Just one more kilometer,” she repeated to herself in a low voice, trying to reassure herself. But fate had other plans for her.
Nicoletta tried to restart the engine, but to no avail. The car was still, trapped in a rapidly growing puddle. A sense of panic began to creep inside her. She pulled her phone out of her bag, her fingers shaking as she searched for the roadside assistance number. But the screen remained stubbornly black.
Continuing to start the car and rev it like never before Nicoletta's bra gives way and she continues to jump on the seat while her breasts bounce all over the place.
Her white leather sneakers press on the pedals but nothing the car doesn't start.
Nicoletta gets out of the car and opens the hood but still nothing the car is in neutral but it doesn't start to drive off.

Il tergicristallo batteva ritmicamente contro il parabrezza, quasi in sincronia con il cuore di Nicoletta che palpitava nel petto. La pioggia scendeva a dirotto, trasformando le strade di Milano in fiumi impetuosi. Marta stringeva il volante con le nocche bianche, cercando di mantenere la calma mentre l'acqua offuscava la sua vista.
"Solo un altro chilometro", si ripeté a bassa voce, cercando di rassicurarsi. Ma il destino aveva altri piani per lei.
Nicoletta provò a riavviare il motore, ma invano. La macchina era immobile, intrappolata in una pozzanghera che cresceva rapidamente. Un senso di panico cominciò a serpeggiare dentro di lei. Tirò fuori il telefono dalla borsa, le dita tremanti mentre cercava il numero dell'assistenza stradale. Ma lo schermo rimase ostinatamente nero. La batteria era morta.
Continuando ad accendere la macchina ed a sgasare come non mai il reggiseno di Nicoletta cede e lei continua a saltare sul sedile mentre i suoi seni sballonzolano da tutte le parti.
Le sue sneakers bianche di pelle pigiano sui pedali ma nulla la macchina non parte.
Nicoletta esce dalla macchina ed apre il cofano ma ancora niente la macchina è in folle ma non si avvia per partire.