"You hear that, stranger?" The mans voice drowns out the radio. "You thailand girl were damn lucky I dragged you in here before you were crushed under all that." Another pause follows as he begins to walk over to the door. I open my eyes just long enough to see him pick up my wallet and look thailand girl into it smiling.
"Aww…Christ." I breathe quietly, shutting my eyes tight.
"Dean H. Carlyle." He muses, walking over to thailand girl me again. "Hair: blond, eyes: green." Another short pause. I can feel him looming over me. "Height: 59", weight: 164 lbs. Yeah, yeah, your thailand girl social security number, your drivers license ID…where does it describe your personality? Well hey, it says on the back of this thing that you
e donating your heart, liver, lungs, bone marrow and kidneys when you die."
"WHAT?!?!?!" I shoot up into a sitting position, my eyes wide with shock and fear. I was irrationally afraid of death, let alone ever wanting to donate anything to medical research. He bursts out into hysterical laughter and I realize what a moron I am.
"I can believe that worked!" Already kneeling on the floor facing me, he buries his head into the edge of the couch cushion where my chest had just been. He looks up again, still giggling wildly. "So I take it you
e feeling better, Mr. Carlyle."
Head in my hands, I feel slightly sick and dizzy from the booze wearing off. "Look, man. My car died and I had to take a leak and then I was lost and then I stumbled across your…"
"Stop" Still smiling, he holds a hand up to emphasize. "I understand. Your ID says you live in the city, so I figured as much. Here, have some food."
He didn have to tell me twice. I nod and tear that chicken a new asshole. "Mmm….thanks."
He just sits there on the floor, watching me eat with that stupid smile on his tanned face. After a short
thailand girl while, I stop cold, glaring back at him, a piece of
thailand girl breast meat hanging out of
thailand girl my mouth. "What"? He tilts his head to the side. "I just think you
e an entertaining eater." His smile widens. "Im Russ. Can I call you Dean?"
I nod absently, going back to my meal.
"So whyd
thailand girl you drive all the way out here
thailand girl, Dean? You on vacation or something?" He begins sliding onto the couch next to me. I start getting really nervous
thailand girl.
"No, I… I just wanted to drive
thailand girl somewhere nice. Its been a long week." I swallow hard and move away a little. "I felt something snap in the front and my lights dimmed and then my whole car just died, so…" I trail off nervously. I always talk mindlessly when Im nervous.
"Hmm. Sounds like your fan belt snapped. You don know much about a car engine, do you?"
I slowly shake my head no. "And I work for an auto insurance company. Go figure."
"You really shouldn be so nervous. Im not going to kill and eat you, you know." He gives me a reassuring smile. Needless to say, Im not so reassured.
For a few hours after that, we talk, finding out about
thailand girl each other, and yes, I eventually loosen up around him. He isn so bad after all. He collects old style coke bottles and really cool swords and morning stars and other cool shit. Me, the
thailand girl closest thing I have to a collection is the swarm of crushed beer cans in my car. I
thailand girl find out hes a professional contractor, and that he built this house himself. At about four in the morning, we
thailand girl were both pretty tired, so he takes me upstairs and fixes a guest bedroom for me. I thank him profusely and we wish each other goodnight.
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