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Two Hours Until Takeoff

Two Hours Until Takeoff

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Published by Geoffrey Thomas
Collection of short stories written between 2009-2012
Collection of short stories written between 2009-2012

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Published by: Geoffrey Thomas on Jul 12, 2013
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“Two Hours Until Takeoff”Short Stories byGeoffrey Nel Thomas2012
Holiday Spirits
 Near when the holiday season starts in America, I had gotten drunk at an engagement party for two of my friends. When I had exhausted all of my one-liners, and was beyond the point of nabbing any free, young woman at the party, I decided it was time to leave. I got intomy car and lit a cigarette before turning the ignition key.
What had I had to drink?
Six beers? I think I smoked some pot, that’ll slow me downsome – I’ll be fine.
Sitting in the car, I became particularly horny. I knew what part of town I was in, and although I had heard stories of people picking up hookers, I had never done it nor seen the process in action
. I can do it, it’s still early enough to find some woman walking down the street looking for an extra forty bucks to suck my dick. I might need some help, though.
Stopping at an intersection one block down from the apartment I just left, two older menapproached my car. They were looking for a handout, and I was in the holiday spirit, so I offered them a ride to wherever they needed to go. The two men got into the car, and I asked,
Where to?
“Take a left.” Said the man in the back seat.“Left, you got it. So how are y’all doing tonight?”“Fine, fine, fine.” They said.“You know, I’ve got some treats here if you want any. There’s some peanut brittle on thefloor—right, below your feet, sir.” I pointed to a tray of peanut brittle my mother had made for me that was on the floor.“Oh shit.” Said the man in the passenger’s seat.“Take some.” I said. The man seated next to me took a few bites, but the man in the back seatrefused to eat.
“Turn right here.” Said the man in the back of the car. I turned, and he said, “Yeah, right here.You can let me off here. Say man you wouldn’t be able to help a brother out, would you?”“Sure, no problem, man.” And I handed him a twenty dollar bill. “Don’t spend it all in one place, all right.”“Yeah, okay.”I stopped the car, and the man ran out, disappearing into the night.“Well shit, he wasn’t any help.” I said.“What do you need help with?” The man seated next to me was twitching, I felt calm but heappeared to be moving as if he were spiked with motor oil and radioactive materials.“I want to pick up a woman.” I said.“You want a hooker. All right, all right. Let’s see… keep driving.”I continued driving, “I want to find some pussy. How do you like the peanut brittle?”“It’s okay. There… slow down there… take out your money.”We slowed down near a woman who was walking alone down a side street. I couldn’tmake her face, but she didn’t appear too fat to fuck.“Hey, honey, you want to party?” He said to the woman.“Yeah, you want to party? Come on.” I said to her.The tweaker said to me, “Show her the money, show – get it out.”“Uh, uh, no thank you.” She said, and quickly walked along the intersection.“You got to have the money out right away man. They ain’t gonna want to party unless youshow them that green.”“Right, okay, I’ll keep the money out. Good advice.” I replied.

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