Story Time and Boobs (Part Five) (1759 hits)
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Submitted by heyzues (View user info) at 2004-09-27 14:40:01 EDT
Part one - http://www.ubersite.com/m/43474
Part two - http://www.ubersite.com/m/43842
Part three - http://www.ubersite.com/m/44391
Part four - http://www.ubersite.com/m/45028
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"Who am I? What's that supposed to mean?" Bob said in a casual yet inquisitive manner, he didn't expect her to respond so negatively towards him. He pondered how she could possibly know anything about what he is.
"The police came in and were asking me a bunch of questions. Trying to find out if I knew who the guy was, that came in and brought me back from the dead." she said, emphasizing the word Dead . "They brought in this video that they were able to get from the surveillance system. It was real scratchy, and the shot was at a weird angle. I wasn't sure if it was you or not, but that hole in your head kinda makes me think it was." she had redirected her intense gaze back at Bob in an attempt to read his display of emotions. "So tell me the truth. Was that you?"
She continued to stare at him intently. "Yea it was me. So what?" he said in an angry tone. "That's right, I brought you back from the dead, because I couldn't stand the idea of losing the only friend I have!" he was standing now. Looking down at her, he could see that she was afraid. "Is that enough for you!?" he was shaking with a whirlwind of emotions and inner turmoil. Bob realized his emotions were controlling him, something he never let happen, and quickly calmed himself before he did something stupid. He sat back down into the cold steel chair.
It was his turn to stare at her, waiting for a response. "But..... how? Are you like a witch or something." she was completely at a loss as she stumbled through her words. The accusation of being a witch humored Bob to some extent.
The constant low throbbing pain in the back of his skull was beginning to make itself more intense as Bob's stress levels rose. He couldn't stand the emotional upheaval he was going through. "When you get out of the hospital, give me a call." he spoke slow and deliberate. "We can meet some where and I'll tell you everything you'll ever want to know about what I am." with that said, he got up and left with out saying good bye.
Once he got back to his apartment, he laid down to sleep once more in an attempt to make the pain, both physical and emotional, go away. Unfortunately sleep never came. The sound of some one knocking on his door pushed him to full alertness. Bob knew that no one knew his address, accept for his parents and Amy, and he could tell by the intensity of the knock and deductive reasoning that the person behind his door was neither.
Bob slowly crept towards the door, making sure to not make a noise on the hard wood flooring. Once at the door he placed his finger tips on the center of the door, opening his mind to see who was on the other side. Despite his efforts, the damage to his brain prevented him from using any form of Extra Sensory Perception.
He stepped back and contemplated what his next move would be. "It's probably just some door to door salesman." he said under his breath as he contemplated the possibilities.
"Are you going to stand there forever?" an angry high pitched voice called out from behind the door "Seriously man, it's fucking cold out here." Taken off guard, Bob stumbled back and began to look around suspiciously.
"Who the hell are you?" Bob yelled out in a scratchy voice.
"I'm a psychic, like you." The, now apparently male voice said. Bob was taken aback by his blunt forthcomingness.
Bob reached forward with cautiously shaky hands and grabbed the dead bolt latch, taking in a deep breath before unlocking the door. "Oh for fuck sake hurry it up, it's like two frikkin degrees out here!" the voice yelled again in aggravation. Bob quickly unlatched the lock, and opened the door.
Bob stood for a few moments sizing up the figure on the other side of the threshold of his apartment. "Well aren't you going to invite me in." the man said in a sarcastic tone. Bob stepped aside and let the man pass into his home. The man was about the same height and build as Bob, five foot seven, one hundred and fifty pounds, and appeared to be at least five years older. His face had a stronger chin compared to Bobs. And his hair was sandy blonde, judging from what stuck out the sides of his knit cap.
Bob closed the door and turned to greet the man "The names Bob." he stated in a low sardonic tone, whilst reaching out to shake the mans hand.
The man reached out and grasped Bob's hand firmly, replying in an equally barbed manner. "Richard, but all my friends call me Dick."
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As promised BOOBS
User Reviews
Submitted by kiketta (user info) at 2004-10-05 16:08:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm here for the story, not the boobs. Keep it up man. It's getting good.
Submitted by heyzues (user info) at 2004-09-28 07:18:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Holy crap 300 hits, thats twice as many as my last post, and it's all because I have the word boobs in the title.
Submitted by heyzues (user info) at 2004-09-27 20:12:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Aren't boobs awesome, I just can't stop lookin at them.
Submitted by NoahsArk (user info) at 2004-09-27 17:06:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by NinjaSpeed (user info) at 2004-09-27 15:02:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Groovy
Submitted by Monarch (user info) at 2004-09-27 14:46:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
These always make me smile. Luring the masses to your writing with boobies.
+2 because I laugh my ass off everytime you post one of these.