Hairy Roadtrip
Chapter 4

Copyright© 2017 by Old Man with a Pen

If I were a car, and I had brakes, and the contact points between shoe and drum were worn to metal to metal ... my shoes would have screeched to a stop. As it was my lower body stopped but my head bent forward and banged the half open bathroom door ... the wench had left it open. This was no emergency ... she had a purpose and an intent and planned for it.

WHACK

“OW!”

THUD

<That’s going to leave a mark.>

<Mark’s Ass ... He’s bleeding.>

<Well ... not to worry ... head wounds look worse than they are.>

<Look at that bump ... and it’s swelling.>

<What about the bump on the occipital?>

<That’s more parietal than occipital.>

<Picky-Picky-Picky. You always were picky. He’s whacked his head twice ... who cares whether it’s on the bottom or back of his skull.>

<This is true ... he’s out ... that’s the important part.>

<It wouldn’t have mattered if he had fallen gracefully. No ... he had to make like a statue and fall straight back.>

<He’s a guy ... girls fall gracefully ... guys go down in a lump.>

<With better planning he’d have hit the carpet.>

<Planning during a fall is something girls do.>

“David? David? My back needs washing!”

<Oh ... great ... she wants her back washed.>

“David! What the Hell? You’re bleeding all over the floor. David! David?”

<Now ... THAT was worth waiting for!>

David wasn’t responding ... and probably wouldn’t for quite some time.

<Guys! You’re all alike ... flash a little tit and you fall all over yourself.>

<THAT is NOT a flash nor are they little ... perfectly formed I will admit and the pair ARE symmetrical ... not your everyday pair of girls.>

Wendy tried the ultimate ... that which separates the faker from the truly unconscious. She rubbed that centerfold physique all over his face ... no reaction. Not a flicker or a flinch ... out for the count.

<He’ll regret that all his life.>

<I doubt it ... she looks determined.>

<I’d say our fair haired boy is looking at a preacher in the near future.>

<So ... what are we going to do about it?>

<Nothing ... let’s see if she is fast on her feet or if she’s just mercenary.>

<Mercenary?>

<She is looking to sue the government.>

<I get it ... if she truly tries to get our boy to the hospital... > <Wendy, slapping his face is not going to bring him around. Nice rack, by the way.>

“Well ... do something.”

<We are. We’re watching.>

This was ... for 1980 ... a thoroughly modern house. There was a phone on a stand right next to the bathroom door. No chasing into the bedroom to answer a call ... a wet person could drip on the floor right here.

“I need an ambulance at 2434 S Boston. My boyfriend has fallen and he’s not responsive.”

“Wendy Austin.”

“Yes ... I’ll stay on the line.”

<You should consider some clothing.>

EEK!

Wendy dropped the phone. The 911 operator heard a bang ... and assumed what any normal operator would assume ... she connected with the police.

 
There is more of this chapter...
The source of this story is Storiesonline

To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account (Why register?)

Get No-Registration Temporary Access*

* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.

Close
 

WARNING! ADULT CONTENT...

Storiesonline is for adult entertainment only. By accessing this site you declare that you are of legal age and that you agree with our Terms of Service and Privacy Policy.