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He was standing on the side of the highway, or at least, what passed for a highway in these parts of the country. A strange mix of asphalt and reddish-brown rocks, the "highway" was really more of a poorly-made back road. There was still some blood on his right index finger, so he spit in his other palm and began to wipe the stains away.
That's attractive, she thought.
"I'm not looking to be attractive, I'm looking to wipe my brains of my finger."
Lay off, you dick. We've got bigger problems.
"You mean like the fact that I'm dead?"
Whatever. Anyway, you'll want to be attractive if we're going to get a ride anywhere.
"Hmm, you've got a point." He walked back to his body and began rummaging through his pockets. After a short time, he pulled his pocket knife out, and walked back to the roadside. He managed to get her pants off in a few relatively graceful movements, and began cutting.
"You're a lot more agile than I am," he remarked as he cut. "If that had been me taking these pants off, I woulda fallen over about twenty times just getting the button undone.
Yeah, right. What, exactly, are you doing?
"You're in my head, why don't you read my mind, kiddo?"
Doesn't work like that. You know those jeans cost me a fortune, right?
"What were you doing wearing them?" With one last snip, he the left leg of the jeans fell to the ground. With a few more snips, he was holding a very tight, very short pair of shorts. He held them up against his waist and inspected the new apparel. "Damn, kid, you're a real babe. I mean... damn."
Don't get any ideas.
"Aw don't worry. A touch here or there won't kill ya," he said, grinning her smile. In a moment the shorts were on. "Now we're ready to rock'n'roll, kid."
Ready to strut her stuff, he took a seat in the sand and waited for the next horny trucker to pass by their lonely stretch of road.
That's attractive, she thought.
"I'm not looking to be attractive, I'm looking to wipe my brains of my finger."
Lay off, you dick. We've got bigger problems.
"You mean like the fact that I'm dead?"
Whatever. Anyway, you'll want to be attractive if we're going to get a ride anywhere.
"Hmm, you've got a point." He walked back to his body and began rummaging through his pockets. After a short time, he pulled his pocket knife out, and walked back to the roadside. He managed to get her pants off in a few relatively graceful movements, and began cutting.
"You're a lot more agile than I am," he remarked as he cut. "If that had been me taking these pants off, I woulda fallen over about twenty times just getting the button undone.
Yeah, right. What, exactly, are you doing?
"You're in my head, why don't you read my mind, kiddo?"
Doesn't work like that. You know those jeans cost me a fortune, right?
"What were you doing wearing them?" With one last snip, he the left leg of the jeans fell to the ground. With a few more snips, he was holding a very tight, very short pair of shorts. He held them up against his waist and inspected the new apparel. "Damn, kid, you're a real babe. I mean... damn."
Don't get any ideas.
"Aw don't worry. A touch here or there won't kill ya," he said, grinning her smile. In a moment the shorts were on. "Now we're ready to rock'n'roll, kid."
Ready to strut her stuff, he took a seat in the sand and waited for the next horny trucker to pass by their lonely stretch of road.