The car slid slowly backwards.
He pleaded with her not to do it. He started to cry.
He braced himself as best he could for the feeling of weightlessness and the inevitable pain as the car was crushed on the rocks.
It didn't come.
There was a slight bump and the car stopped moving.
The woman laughed.
He looked out of the window.
The back end of the car was resting on rocks, rocks which were barely two feet below the top of what he thought was a very high cliff.
"Let this be a lesson to you," said the woman.
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