Selene
Copyright© 2022 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 47
There is an enormous difference between containers set on concrete blocks and ones set on a solid slab. On the pad, my containers sounded ... different. That meant something was ... odd. Further examination led to a discovery ... the echo I had never noticed was missing. The footing was more secure.
‘This is going to take some getting used to,’ I thought.
<I like it> Two said in my head.
‘Hi,’ I thought, ‘I missed you.’
<I’ve been with you since just before the hospital incident. I woke you up>
‘Woke me up?’
<Yeah ... you are a sound sleeper. If I hadn’t ... you’d be dead. With you dead, I’d be bored>
‘That was a year ago,’ I thought. ‘What have you been doing?’
<Nothing important>
‘That sounds ... fishy.’ I thought. ‘You can do better.’
<Sitting in the back of the class keeping an eye on the boys>
‘Why?’
<You are ... attractive ... people ... girls ... call you an attractive nuisance. You distract their men. Some of your male students were/are devious>
‘Which?’
<Both>... <The really nasty ones ... the guys willing to do something about it ... went home>
‘What did you do?’
<Nothing>
But, when she said it ... she couldn’t look me in the eye.
Two was guilty of something.
Oh shit, off to the south, I caught the glint of a moving vehicle
Ah ... Dodge Power-wagon. Angela Marcos. I’m moderately jealous of her van ... Angie has the derated 426 hemi ... I have the small block 340 ... dern her hide.
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