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Good Deeds 3/4This story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Jason Haugh | |
| Wednesday, 18 June 2008 | |
Warning: This story is semi-foul. The worst in the series. Don't read it if you have any decency. Driving down 68th St. I passed the local Wal-Mart and decided to stop by for some groceries. As I was driving out of the parking lot and towards the intersection for 67th St. I became aware of a figure standing on the median close to the red light. He was a disabled veteran according to his cardboard sign and had apparently run out of gas and was in need of money. The man wore a faded brown jacket that was covered in rips and stains, sat in a wheelchair, and harbored a shag rug on his cracked leather face. "I wonder how he drives when he needs a wheelchair," I thought. "And on top of that, how did he get on that median? There's no handy access to that thing. The man must have strong arms. I'm sure an addiction to alcohol doesn't hurt either." As he routinely scanned the surrounding cars his eyes made their way to mine. Feeling a bolt of sheer panic pulse through my body I jumped slightly making it obvious that the Vet. had had an affect on me. His eyes remained locked in on my position. "Dammit," I thought to myself, "who just jumps like that when someone looks at you? Christ I acted like someone had come at me from behind for a quick scare. Now he knows I'm weak and if I'm not careful he'll exploit it to his full advantage." The Vet. continued staring in my direction as if he thought he could manipulate the weak with his eyes that had seen the bottom of so many bottles and the ugliest souls imaginable. "I can't judge this guy just by looking at him. He actually might be a real veteran for all I know fallen on hard times and really in need of some gas money. What does that say about me? I'm mentally harassing this man without any background of his life......what if he's a scanner? If he was I think my head would have popped by now but yes, no more judging people at a first glance or impression." Feeling better about myself and morally uplifted I broke eye contact with the Vet. briefly to check on the situation with the stop light: still red with no right turns allowed. As I panned my head back over to the Vet. I noticed that he had begun wheeling towards me. Once again panic struck as the realization that a conversation with this man was about to take place. Fearing for the worst I slammed my entire leg on the gas pedal and cranked the wheel to the right trying to avoid this horrible oncoming event. As I sped past the neighboring cars and onto 67th St. I saw the oncoming red truck and only had a split second to close my eyes before the impact came. The truck slammed into the driver's side of my car sending my Taurus and me to the right side of the street with unrelenting force. As I sat there in my wrecked car looking at my surroundings with blurry vision I saw the Vet. staring at me with a look of content, shaking his head with the beginnings of a cynical smile. "If only I had been resigned to helping the man instead of ignoring him none of this would have happened," I told myself. "You also could have looked both ways before jumping into oncoming traffic," My conscience replied, disappointed and ashamed.
After dealing with the angry truck driver who graciously refrained from kicking my ass and the police officer who cited me I began walking home declining the offer from the cop to give me a ride. After I had walked for 3 miles I sat down on a park bench. Catching my breath I raised my arms behind my head to stretch my lungs out to attain maximum capacity. Looking around the park I saw a group of kids playing on one of those playground forts that are split into two but connected by an overhead bridge of monkey bars. There was also a teenage couple making out on one of the benches on the other side of the park. A few feet to the right of them I saw a familiar image, a girl hunched over crying into her hands on a bench. It definitely wasn't Mille, this girl had looks and plenty of them. She appeared tan, possibly Hispanic, with flowing black hair and was dressed in a black skirt that stopped about five inches from her kneecaps exposing her luscious thighs. Above was a white tank top that clung to her high B cup possibly low C cup chest. If I had to guess her height I'd guess around 5" 4'. "Now that is one person who truly deserves to be consoled. Maybe she just needs an intimate hug and a night of hot carnal debauchery." My ego stated. "I bet that'll stop those tears. I don't know about the sounds she's making, those might stay the same. But that's kind of hot isn't it? ******* a ***** when she sounds like she's crying......but she's not. Or even if she is that's cool too, it's all consensual." I didn't even bother arguing with myself. I was right and I was randy. So, rising up from the bench I began my walk over to her stopping only briefly to check my breath. Still didn't resemble feces. That was good. Approaching the bench I asked the girl if anything was wrong. She lowered her hands looked at me with her green beautiful eyes, smiled, and said "I had a fight with my boyfriend." YES!!! "Oh I'm sorry to hear that," I said as I sat down next to her. "What happened? Oh I'm Bruce by the way." I stuck out my hand and we shook. "Hi Bruce my name's Lucy." "So what happened with your boyfriend?" I asked again. "Well," she began, stroking a lock of hair behind her ear, "Juan and I have been going out for 2 years and he still treats me like a third wheel. He doesn't let me into his life you know? He's always leaving with his ******* loser friends without even telling me where he's going. You'd think that he'd try to include me you know? Like before I just go out and find another man who's nicer and treats me like the princess I deserve to be." "So all of this has just been building up lately?" I asked. "Well yeah, that and I found out that he was with some ******* punta last night. ******* *******. I mean look at me." I did. Very intently. "If you were going out with me would you even look at another woman?" "I can honestly say Lucy that no, no I would not." I said this with a seriousness that I didn't even know existed. "I would be infatuated with you and only you. I would slap another woman in the face if she even tried to talk to me." This made her laugh and was that a slight blush I saw on her face? I think it was. She brushed my arm with her hand and told me I was sweet. I was. I was also succumbing to my feral hormones. As we sat there and looked at each other for what seemed like hours I decided to make a move. Leaning forward to give this sad vixen a kiss I was surprised to find myself being propelled the opposite way, off of the bench, and onto the ground. Luckily my reactions are still good otherwise my face would've been covered in a mask of dirt, grass, and probably pesticides. I know they spray ‘em in the parks. It's a fact. "WHAT THE **** ARE YOU DOING TO MY GIRLFRIEND ESSE'?" Is what I heard as I cleaned off my hands and pants. Obviously I had just had the privilege of meeting the loving and charismatic Juan. "Oh thank God you got here in time Juan." Lucy said now sounding panicked and scared. "This pervert was just trying to feel me up. If you would've gotten here a half hour later he probably would have raped me!" "What the ****," I started to say before Juan's boot made contact with my face rudely interrupting me. "You're ******* dead **** head!" He exclaimed kicking me again, this time in the stomach knocking the wind out of me. "You think its fun to rape little girls do ya?" I tried to say no but was only able to spout out a stream of used oxygen now in the form of carbon dioxide onto the good man's shoe. Wait was that blood? "Well it looks like you can't even talk let alone use that small dick of yours. But just to make sure." And that's when the world collapsed in on itself killing off the entire population with a shockwave that started from the testicles, moved up the spine, and swept the brain making my vision extremely cloudy and vibrant. Bordering the cloud was a black fog that threatened to take over. I couldn't let that happen lest I reserve myself to being at the mercy of this man who just had to be a soccer player with those kinds of kicks. That's when I turned my gaze over to Lucy who believe it or not had straddled the bench and was grinding into it. She was pleasuring herself as her boyfriend beat the living **** out of this stranger who only moments ago was trying to console her. "You.....sick...... *****....." I muttered lying sideways on the ground tasting grass that had just been sprayed with pesticide God knew how many hours ago. I don't think Juan was appreciative of my statement towards Lucy. "What the **** did you say to my girl bandeho?" He said on the pinnacle of rage, clenching his teeth as he spoke. This I knew was not a good sign but my mouth wasn't finished. "I said she's a sick ***** and," BAM! Juan clocked me in the right cheek sending off an explosion of pain in my head making me see a bright yellow flash. "Nobody talks about my girl like that you fuckin' *****! Now apologize!" Before I knew it his hands had grabbed my shoulders and hoisted me back to my feet. He then rearranged them so his right was grabbing the back of my neck while the left put a death grip on my shoulder. He was leading me towards Lucy who had by now stopped her bench grinding and was wrist deep in her own genitals. "Lucy this little ****** has something to say to you." That had an effect on Lucy. She looked up into my eyes with anticipation biting her lips. This sick ***** was about to have an orgasm after her boyfriend had almost disconnected my prostate from inside my ass. But that was only the foreplay. She wanted the apology to finish her off. By saying "I'm sorry Lucy. Please forgive me for being a pervert." I could send this ***** into a thigh buckling orgasm. Well, I wasn't about to let that happen. "I'm so sorry Lucy," I said sincerely, "I never should have sat next to you." Lucy's hands were quite busy now. I could see the waves they were making under her skirt. Her eyes were shut tight and her head was tilted back waiting for the inevitable, my apology. I continued then, "If I had known just how truly ****** up you really are I would have posted a warning sign for the general public/" I had almost finished my apology when everything turned brown right before it turned black. I was unable to finish because Juan had decided that slamming me face first into a tree would make for a better version than my own and would be a fitting way to end our brief relationship. I woke up around three o'clock with a piercing headache. So piercing that I wouldn't have been surprised to find a chunk of bark sticking out of my head covered in brain, skull, and blood. I felt so terrible getting up. It was like someone had shocked me from inside my head making the world shake and almost fade away. I looked around in a stupor as a stranger passed by revealing a look of disgusted pity. He then reverted back to stone and stared straight ahead so as not to continue making eye contact with my beaten face. "Man I must look terrible." I thought to myself. That slap my grandma had given me earlier was nothing compared to first a boot and then a tree hitting your face. Not to mention that the bastard had gone for my balls. That was so cheap. Today was really turning out to be great. My car got trashed, my grandma died, and now to top it all off I'm sterile. I felt so tired. I just needed to get home so I could collapse onto my bed and sleep for three years until all mental, physical, and financial damage that had been dealt this day would be erased and forgotten. I desperately needed booze. As I passed a troupe of wide eyed boy scouts one young blonde boy approached me with eager eyes. "Hey mister!" He shouted. "What?" I asked irritated. He shifted his eyes from left to right before answering, "can I bandage up your face? I get my first aid badge if I do!" He exclaimed excitedly. The kid and I stared at each other as complete opposites for a brief moment. Him jolting up and down with energy and me struggling to remain standing. Exhaling a cloud of defeat I relented, "badge it up kid." To be continued... Authors Note: Some of the hispanic slang is probably spelled wrong. I couldn't find the correct spellings for curse words. Copyright 2008 Jason Haugh |
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