The second drive in the rusted out pick up was as quiet as the first, but not nearly as uncomfortable. Amber was not sure what would happen once they arrived at Bernard’s; nor was she sure what she wanted to happen. Part of Amber felt guilty for having agreed to go to his place, like she was perpetrating some sort of betrayal. She knew it was absurd to feel that way. There was nothing to betray.
( Caution, Nakedidity ahead... )
She rinsed her mouth and ran her tongue over her teeth to make sure she hadn’t missed a spot. She found a bit on her front lower teeth that wasn’t as smooth and squeaky clean as the rest of her teeth and resumed brushing. It is just Bunny, she told herself again. You’ve known him since grade school; there is no reason to be nervous.
( Too much text, not enough pictures, swing dancing, and Chariots of Fire..... )
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“You could have told me it was going to rain,” Bernard grumbled at the bald man sitting at his table, reading his newspaper.
Startled, Nervous turned around to see Jesus, in his pajamas, standing in the doorway. A light rain was falling outside. Nervous hadn’t noticed it.
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When Nervous Subject awoke he was surprised to find himself in bed. It wasn’t his own bed, which is what surprised him the most.
Nervous Subject choked up a lungful of water.
Well, at least I am not dead, he thought, at least I don’t think I am dead.
He became aware that he was on his back and soaking wet so he couldn’t possibly be dead, right? He opened his eyes and tried to focus on the figure hovering over him. A few blinks later the face came into focus.
“Jesus!” Nervous exclaimed, and promptly passed out.
“Oh Hell,” grumbled Bernard Carlton.
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