Darkest of fears.
I was walking home from the bus station after work, a little pleased with the day. We didn't do too great, but it was the first snow of the season while raining at the same time, and it was chilly that night. I like the cold. The streets were dark from a lack of road traffic, but there were a decent number of people out walking tonight. Odd, but whatever, I was enjoying myself.
About three quarters of the way home a guy walked up to a woman I'd been watching all the way from the bus station. Luckily she'd been walking the same way. She was a little bit ahead of me on the other side of the street when the man walked up to her. I didn't think too much about it until she started to talk in loud tones for him to get away from her. The people around her just kept walking as if nothing happened. My guess is that they thought that he was her boyfriend or husband or something.
Now, I should clarify something. She's not the type of girl that I talk to or talks to me on a regular basis. She's beautiful. Beautiful brown eyes that remind you of the sun on a clear day, Sandy blond hair that makes you reminisce about the beach, and the feel of silk. A smile that is genuine in this day of fake everything, Great figure too and a mind to boot. I've seen her a few times getting on the bus at the university laden with books and conversing with friends about classes. She was, basically, my dream girl. Now, I know what you're thinking, that I'm a stalker and obsessed with this girl wanting a taste of the wares. Let me assure you that I'm nothing of the sort. It's just coincidence that She lives in my direction.
I don't know how I knew, but I sure did know that there was something wrong with this transaction of words between the two of them. She said something sharply at the guy again and I decided to do something. I jogged over toward them, when I was a few paces away I got the guy's attention. "Hey, what are you doing?" I asked while trying to look bigger, back and shoulders squared and muscles tense, ready for action. "Get away from her," said I. The guy turned and looked at me. "What are you going to do about it? beat me up?" Says I: "Walk away and nothing happens. Do anything to her and I assure you that I have a good look at you. The media will be alerted within minutes. Leave her alone."
At this point the guy has to face a decision. he has to decide whether or not I'm bluffing and if not whether he can take me on. Not to mention that we have the attention of a small crowd of people. The decision wasn't too hard apparently.
He pulled out a gun. "Do you really want to use that? My offer still stands," Says I. "And now there's a crowd of people who can identify you. Walk away and nothing will come of it." The guy apparently didn't think that my route was the way to go.
I died a virgin, she died screaming.
About three quarters of the way home a guy walked up to a woman I'd been watching all the way from the bus station. Luckily she'd been walking the same way. She was a little bit ahead of me on the other side of the street when the man walked up to her. I didn't think too much about it until she started to talk in loud tones for him to get away from her. The people around her just kept walking as if nothing happened. My guess is that they thought that he was her boyfriend or husband or something.
Now, I should clarify something. She's not the type of girl that I talk to or talks to me on a regular basis. She's beautiful. Beautiful brown eyes that remind you of the sun on a clear day, Sandy blond hair that makes you reminisce about the beach, and the feel of silk. A smile that is genuine in this day of fake everything, Great figure too and a mind to boot. I've seen her a few times getting on the bus at the university laden with books and conversing with friends about classes. She was, basically, my dream girl. Now, I know what you're thinking, that I'm a stalker and obsessed with this girl wanting a taste of the wares. Let me assure you that I'm nothing of the sort. It's just coincidence that She lives in my direction.
I don't know how I knew, but I sure did know that there was something wrong with this transaction of words between the two of them. She said something sharply at the guy again and I decided to do something. I jogged over toward them, when I was a few paces away I got the guy's attention. "Hey, what are you doing?" I asked while trying to look bigger, back and shoulders squared and muscles tense, ready for action. "Get away from her," said I. The guy turned and looked at me. "What are you going to do about it? beat me up?" Says I: "Walk away and nothing happens. Do anything to her and I assure you that I have a good look at you. The media will be alerted within minutes. Leave her alone."
At this point the guy has to face a decision. he has to decide whether or not I'm bluffing and if not whether he can take me on. Not to mention that we have the attention of a small crowd of people. The decision wasn't too hard apparently.
He pulled out a gun. "Do you really want to use that? My offer still stands," Says I. "And now there's a crowd of people who can identify you. Walk away and nothing will come of it." The guy apparently didn't think that my route was the way to go.
I died a virgin, she died screaming.