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Hooked by: HombreLobo1 © September 9th 2009

Hooked by: HombreLobo1 © September 9th 2009

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A reimagining of an old urban legend; A horny young man soon finds out his date is not exactly what she seems to be.
A reimagining of an old urban legend; A horny young man soon finds out his date is not exactly what she seems to be.

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Published by: HombreLobo1 on Dec 28, 2009
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HookedBy: HombreLobo1© September 9
 The radio news anchor’s nasally voice pierces the airwaves again with thesame message. It’s been the same message for days.It is repetition at its finest; her voice cracks the airwaves tonight with nothingnew.“Once again the authorities of the greater River City area are warningresidents that Billie Miller, an inmate at the River City Institute for thecriminally insane has escaped. The inmate is said to be extremely dangerousand unstable. The description once again is…”Clark doesn’t care it’s been the same message for the past week, all week.He could probably recite it to you from memory; the radio news and the local TV news station have been reporting it non-stop. Clark remembers watchingthat hot new anchor girl try to convey her fake emotions to the viewers athome, he wondered if news anchors took acting classes. He decided if theydidn’t, they needed to start.She didn’t look concerned; she looked more like she was trying to pass apineapple out of her ass. That made her less attractive to him for some reason, whether it be he nowperceived her as fake or maybe the thought of her shitting out a pineapple.Either way, he no longer wanted to bang the newsgirl.Not a big deal though, not now. Clark met a girl last night, Friday night. Shewasn’t anything mind blowing, a cute girl next door type. She wasn’t tent-poppin’ hot or anything but pretty cute and she could keep up a goodconversation.He didn’t pry too much though, not into her personal life anyway. Everythingwas just flirting, Becca, that’s her name. It’s probably short for Rebecca orsomething pretty like that. Clark thought he could fuck her pretty easily;she’s probably like most Army girls, lonely and easy.Was she Army? Clark can’t remember, he’s just assuming. What doesassuming do again? Like Clark gives a fuck. He doesn’t, not that he’s a badguy or anything, but it’s been a while since he’s had that sweet release.
He’s picking her up tonight at the bar where they met. How romantic, it washer idea actually, she said she didn’t want him to meet her roommates, shewasn’t proud of them.Imagine that, would you? Living with people you weren’t too fond of. Clarkremembers his old roommate, Tommy Johnson. Tommy was a bluesmusician, a really weird dude. Kind of an enigma, he was always practicingbut was never really all that good.Clark recalls that one day Tommy got damn good! He could make his guitarweep with the blues he was playing. Tommy’s late nights of practicing reallyhad paid off or something, it was almost an overnight transformation. Thenagain, maybe Clark just doesn’t pay attention as well as he thinks he does.One day Tommy just stopped coming around, he didn’t disappear really,well, he did take all of his stuff with him and left enough rent for 5 months.Clark didn’t harbor any kind of grudge towards Tommy after he left, hecleaned up the place and left a lot of money behind. Maybe Tommy made itbig?Clark never really thought about it.It’s raining. Un-fucking-believable, it really is just like Clark’s luck to have itrain on a first “date”. It’s not a big deal though; he really didn’t have a planor anything. The rain really does inhibit his options, well, at least in hisoverly-hormonal opinion. The rain just makes it easier to go park with this girl somewhere and cleanout her stomach with his tongue.Romantic, I guess, isn’t really how you’d describe Clark."Poison rises from the gonads up to the throat and seeps into variousmuscles," Clark recalls a great man once saying that, some war hero,president, maybe an actor. It’s always freaked him out, that’s why he’salways looking to release his tension. Maybe he’s just a slut and can’t admitit? That’s probably it.Clark is nice enough, just overly-sexed. Maybe his job does it to him, heworks at a telephone help desk, and he deals with angry people most of thetime. It’s always his fault and never theirs.Kind of a ridiculous job, don’t you agree? Let’s pay you to get brow beat andabused! He doesn’t mind though. He works out most of his aggression duringafter work work-out sessions and sex. I guess that might sound bad, likeClark has angry sex. He doesn’t, just hard sex.
He’s a good guy though, has nice friends and is usually all smiles.He’s pulling up now to the bar where they met. Makes it sound romantic,huh? “Where they met”, it’s a term you use when how your parentsrelationship started, makes people feel all warm and fuzzy. Nostalgic. Theyshould have another term for situations like this. Maybe, “where he targetedher” would work better in this situation.It’s raining hard; she’s standing outside a few feet in front of the usual barcrowd. Big dudes in leather vests, baring their tattooed arms, swilling RollingRock, hair slicked back and big handle bar mustaches, yeah this type is yourusual bar type. Those biker guys and Army boys, with a small sprinkling of attractive females, that’s the populous of the bar.She’s standing in the rain, waiting for him. Her loose fitting jeans are soaked,they cling to her almost making them look form fitting, her hoodie is a littlebig too, too big to be form fitting even when wet. It must be her big brother’sor something, something that makes her feel safe.Great, a girl with security issues, it’s not too big of a deal though. Her blondehair clings to her face, it’s a little longer then jaw level, stopping a little pastthe tip of her chin.Her hair isn’t layered or anything fancy like that, which is why Clark thinksBecca is an Army girl: she doesn’t try to be fancy. She might be a collegestudent? Damn! Only if he could remember, then maybe when she got in thecar they’d have something to talk about.She looks like a college student, one of those girls who is too wrapped in herstudies to care much about physical appearance. She’s still cute though.10CC’s “Things We Do for Love” is on the radio. Clark’s always thought thissong always sounded more like E.L.O., then it did 10CC.Hopefully she’ll take it as a sign that they were meant to be together and godown on him quicker. Wishful thinking never hurt anyone. She doesn’t looklike the kind of girl that would do that, though.Clark’s pulled up in front of her now; she’s getting in the car, her Chuck Taylor’s stomp into a puddle as she gets into the car.Becca apologizes and stands there in the rain, hesitant to get in nowbecause of her muddy little feet.

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