Meanwhile ...
Precious was walking gingerly along the graveled road, increasingly sorry she had lost one shoe and thrown the other at the writers. Those darned rocks were sharp! Her dainty feet bleeding from various punctures, she made her way back towards the biker bar.
"Maybe I can get some help from some of those biker dudes", though Precious, as she meticulously counted each and every stone along the way. She was so intent on her counting of stones that she didn't hear the drone of an aircraft flying low overhead. "My, what a nice cool breeze", she thought, as the ancient P51 whisked by just above her at a low altitude on its landing approach. She thought she heard the voice of that nice lady she met recently. Scruffy was her name. Or, something like that. Precious was very good with numbers, but names just weren't her cup of tea. Or, cocoa. Or, coffee. Or, latte. Precious counted each of those possibilities as they were checked off, being careful not to forget the precise number of rocks she had counted.
Up ahead, she saw the door of the biker bar open. Several bikers came out, stretching and yawning, as if they had just woken up from a nice long nap.
The first biker was busy saying something over his shoulder to his companion when he spied the row of mangled bikes. He immediately screamed at the top of his lungs ...
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Precious noted that the lead biker was a brute of a man. "He'd probably make a good cop", she thought.
The tow truck was just now finishing his last trip with a mangled bike when the lead biker noticed Precious nearby, apparently talking to herself. "A weirdo", he thought, as he approached her.
"Seventy three thousand two hundred fifty three, seventy three thousand two hun..."
"Hey, babe! What's up? You need some company?", said the biker.
Precious, startled by the abrupt interruption to her activities, lost count of the rocks.
"Oh, gee ...", she said. For the second time in as many hours, she uttered one of those rare expletives.
The biker noticed that her feet were bleeding. He immediately felt sorry for her, and offered stalkings. He picked her up effortlessly with those big strong arms of his. She felt the surge of power from his vicelike grip. She felt urges she hadn't been allowed to in her earlier years at the orphanage. She remembered a time with that Air Force guy, when ...
But, enough digression ...
The biker carried her back to the bar, whispering encouragement in her ear. At least that's what she thought it was. She couldn't wait to see what the surprise was he told her was waiting for her.
For some reason, Precious momentarily thought of that guy who was bleeding and got run over by that car that suddenly backed up. The word "Admiral" briefly passed through her mind.
Precious' thoughts became more and more clouded. Her vision blurred. She didn't have the remotest idea what was happening to her. They passed through the biker bar door, where she immediately spied the bartender chattering about something. Nobody was listening to him, but he didn't seem to mind.
Precious began to feel sleepy.
And, then ... |
