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Trash it or keep working on it?
Here is something I did last night while sitting here bored. Im wondering if there is any potentiqal in this or should I just trash it? I really dont know where this will end up or even how long it will be if I keep at it.
Any advice?
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Summertime in the South is not something that you would WANT to endure if you had a choice. It is hot, humid, and downright miserable. It is so miserable that it makes the dogs sweat and the people don’t even want to move for fear of falling over dead.
It was exactly one of those days late last August when Joseph Riley Jeffcoat came riding into town on his Harley Davidson, looking every bit the part of some Hell’s Angel that got lost from his gang.
In reality, he wasn’t a Hell’s Angel at all. What he was, was a sick pervert that had escaped from a maximum security prison in North Carolina where he was serving a life sentence for the rape and murder of a 14 year old girl. JR was mean. That is the only way to describe him. Mean and nasty.
He had escaped Meehawkin Maximum Security Prison just after daybreak, two days earlier, by hiding in a laundry truck. He had watched the guards and had memorized their routine while he worked in that same laundry for the past two years. The guards at Meehawkin were very lazy and he knew they wouldn’t do a complete search of the laundry truck. They had never done a complete search in the two years that he watched them.
JR, as he was known to his friends and family tried to ride the yellow soft tail that he had stolen the day before, very quietly. He wanted to come into town unobtrusively to bring as little attention to himself as he could. It didn’t work. The Harley was not a bike that he could just slip into town on without being noticed. Apart from it’s bright yellow and red paint scheme, the noise from that firebreathing mechanical horse was ungodly. Heads turned and stared at him from every direction.
The sun was just starting to get into that golden part of the day and the dust from the dirtroads was choking him as he rode. He was hot and sweaty, and in a very nasty mood because of it. He rode into the town square and saw lights over a stadium of some sorts in the distance. He pointed his bike towards them and slowly rode away.
No one in Vicktown knew JR or anything of his past, so most people didn’t think much of him - except that they knew didn’t want their children too close to him. This was wise thinking for most of Vicktown that day.
As the sun set over the WC Hawking High School baseball fields, the big Dixie Youth baseball game between Vicktown and Rolling Hills was underway. Vicktown, who was favored heavily in this game, was trailing in the bottom of the seventh inning and the local fans were cheering wildly for their Red Raiders. The whole baseball stadium was buzzing.
Jeff and Sandra were cheering their hearts out trying to help the Red Raiders pull out this victory. They were high school sweethearts, both barely 16, and both very much in love. Holding hands was as far as they went though, as they were both as innocent as the driven snow.
As they were cheering, they never noticed JR as he slipped in the bleacher seats behind them. He admired Sandra’s petit ass from behind and as she turned to hug Jeff as the winning run crossed the plate, he could see just how pretty she was. JR had been locked up for quite a while and was being driven to the point of insanity watching Sandra jump up and down, her breasts doing a dance inside of her shirt. He had to do something to get this girl alone.
As they started to leave, JR followed them, watching her ass the whole way, until he got almost to his bike and then he passed them. Jeff noticed JR get on his bike.
“Whoa, dude, nice bike!” Jeff said in a very excited voice. Jeff had always loved Harley’s for as long as he could remember.
“Thanks, man, it’s a soft tail”.
“I know” said Jeff, “I have always wanted to own one of those. Maybe someday.”
“You ever had a chance to ride one of these monsters?” asked JR, as he was eyeing Sandra.
“Na. No one around here has one. Im Jeff, by the way” He said, stretching out his hand.
The two shook hands, but JR never really took his eyes off of Sandra. He knew exactly what his next move was.
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Allen
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