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| Author: slimv | November 21, 2002 at 21:02:04 |
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Sorry guys. This is a transition. Not very exciting. But I can't take up the story without a few dull paragraphs. David Rose paid the fare and tipped the driver three bucks. "Do you want me to wait," asked the cabbie? David shook his head. "I think I might be a while." He'd seen these apartments a hundred times before but had never stopped to think about the people living in them. He stepped up on the curb and unfolded the crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and read the words out loud- "31-A, Rogers Street- Greenwood Apartments", and then he looked the building up and down. It was three stories, old but in good repair. He assumed by the address that her place must be on the third story. To the left was a staircase and he made his way toward them. The rails were slightly worn and in need of some paint. His young fresh lungs worked easily as his legs carried him up the stairs one flight at a time. He turned the corner and walked down the hall as he read the shiny brass numbers nailed to the wooden doors. He stopped in front of door 31-A and pulled out the crumpled piece of paper for verification. He took a deep breath and pushed his hair back and straightened his posture. His mouth was dry and his heart pounded. It wasn't like she knew his name or any thing. He didn't have to knock. He could just turn around and walk away if he wanted. But what about his dad? He told him he was spending the night at Robby's. What if this Linda had caller ID and called his house back if he didn't show. The sound of his knuckles rapping against the wood echoed down the hall and he looked both ways. But no other doors opened. The hall was empty except for him. "Just a minute Doll," called a gruff voice from behind the door. "Well don't just stand there," said Linda. "Come inside. It's not like the neighbors don't know what I do for living but I don't want to advertise it." David stepped inside as the door closed behind him. Despite his fears and reservations, his penis pushed unmercifully against his denim jeans. His eyes bulged at the sight standing before him. So this was Linda Smith, he thought. The woman looked like two big tits on legs. It was all he could do to keep from touching them in awe. He gasped and so did she. Her yellow toothed smiled collapsed beneath her full red lips as she took a step back in horror. "What's wrong," asked David? "Did I do something?" Linda clutched her chest as if she'd seen a ghost. And then she slowly gathered her composure. "No", she said. "It's not you. It's me. It's just that you look like someone I used to know. How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?" "I don't know," said David. "I thought you told me on the phone that it didn't matter. You just said it would cost $200.00." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. "That's OK Honey. That can wait. You don't look like the kind of kid that's going to eat and run." David smiled shyly as he returned the wallet to his pants. "I'm 14," he said. "And I'll be 43 in a couple hours, but what I wouldn't give to be 14 again." ------------------------------------------- |
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