Strangers in the Night
Chapter 1

Copyright© 2015 by Old Man with a Pen

Strangers in the night: 1.

The air was redolent of burned ham and singed hair. The sweater dressed beautiful girl with the astounding cleavage must have heard something ... a moan or a groan ... or some slight change in the tone of one of the multitudinous machines attached to the patient in the chrome and white bed because her magazine fluttered to the floor as she leaped to her feet, gave out a squeak, and poetry in motion ... fled. From my position in the corner of the ceiling of the obvious hospital room I could read the title of the tome so rudely tossed.

Proceedings of the Naval Observatory.

A Compendium of Recent Discoveries as relates to Celestial Bodies observable.

<What?>

<You have got to be kidding me!>

<She's blonde ... she cannot pronounce half the words.>

<Surely none over three syllables.>

<Impossible!>

<Somebody flip it to the article she was looking at ... it must be nothing but pictures.>

<I looked ... not picture one.>

Listen up!

<Hey! Quiet down. The Boss is here.>

Ok, guys. We have finally gotten to the point that there aren't enough worthy nearly dead.

<Huh?>

How do you want to do this? Draw straws? Roll dice? Cut cards? Wrestle?

<He gets the winner?>

Or the loser ... how ever you seven decide.

<Who is she?>

Who?

<The girl?>

Who?

<The girl ... the sweater babe. You know ... beautiful face and poetry in motion.>

The one out at the desk talking to the older woman?

<Deep shadows in the sweater department?>

<The eye candy!>

Oh, her. That's his sister.

There was the sound of clearing throats.

<I'm out.>

<Me too.>

<Squick factor just kicked in ... I'm out.>

Well, that was easy ... she's an employee.

<You lied? The Boss can lie?>

Why not?

<Aren't you suppose to be the good guy?>

Who?

<You! You know ... honest, forgiving, loving, tender and merciful?>

Who?

<Jesus?>

Who?

<Son of God?>

Who?

<I'm out!>

<Me too.>

It's between you two. But ONE of you is going to get him. Standard contract. (1) You know everything you knew when you died and you can't forget any of it. (2) Your 'equipment' is enhanced. (3) You can be killed but you can't die of natural causes. (4) Original owner is out.

<I'll do it.>

<No, I'll do it.>

<Arm wrestle you for her>

Who?

<Her ... Sweet tits.>

What makes you think she's part of the deal?

<My outstanding charm and this eight inch cock.>

I whacked him beside the ear, "My sister was ugly," I said.

<Fuck! That HURTS.>

The door swung open, the floor nurse took one look and fainted dead away.

 
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