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out of the office and straight to his car. He climbed into the old Buick and turned the key but there was nothing but a clicking sound. Trying again, it did the same thing. He climbed out and popped the hood. He’d have to ask one of the other asshole salesmen for a jump. That’s what he thought until he looked under the hood. His battery cables had been cut completely. He looked up and the other salesmen were standing by the door looking at him and laughing. One of them gave him the finger while the others waved sarcastically. Assholes. Randy felt like he could kill someone or something about then. Could anything else possibly go wrong? If he’d had a gun handy, he’d have put it in his mouth and pulled the trigger right then, and taken himself out of his own misery. Instead, he removed his sport coat and began the walk home.
     

Chapter 4
     
         Chad pulled his pants on while the girl watched him dress from the bed.
         “So you’re just gonna run out on me now?” she said with a smirk.
         “Come on Breanne, you know the deal ,” he said as he pulled his shirt on.
         “Yeah,” she said and lay onto her back. “You’re dating Melissa, little miss perfect.”
         “I don’t know if I’d say that. But you know. She has a nice family…” he began.
         “You mean a rich family.”
         “Not that rich. I mean, you’re cool and all. You’re just not the dating type. Know what I mean?”
         “Yeah, I’m the fucking type.”
         “You make it sound so bad. It’s not a bad thing. Melissa is cute, but she just seems so lost in bed.”
         Breanne sat up on the bed, letting the sheets drop away from her, exposing her naked body and sat on her knees.
         “Maybe I should have her join us. I could teach her some things.”
         “Right. I don’t think she’d go for that.” He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his shoes on. Breanne began rubbing his shoulders.
         “So you can’t stay for a little longer? You’re just gonna leave me all alone for Valentine’s Day?” she said.
         “I’m sure you’ ll find someone to keep you company. Gotta run.” He hopped up and walked out the door without even a kiss. As he climbed into his truck, he smelled himself. Shit. He still smelled like Breanne’s pussy. He dug around in his console and found an old bottle of Old Spice. Pouring some into his palm, he rubbed it all over his neck and hands, hoping it would mask any sex smell he may be carrying.
         On his way to pick her up, he stopped to get gas. His truck was a 1995 Silverado, and rather expensive to fill up. But he had no payments on the thing and it was reliable, so he kept it. As he was pumping gas, there was another truck across from him. The guy pumping gas was tall and ugly, with a nasty scar down the middle of his face. He was wearing a denim jacket and was smoking a cigarette.
         “Hey buddy,” Chad said. “You’re not supposed to smoke near a gas pump. You trying to blow us all up?”
         The ugly guy took a drag of his cigarette, then blew some smoke.
         “You a fire inspector?” the man said.
         “No dude, I’m just —-.”
         “Then how about you just shut the fuck up. Or come and take it from me.”
         Chad’s shoulders tightened and his jaw clinched. He didn’t know who this asshole was, but no one talked to him that way. He put the pump back on the cradle and closed up the gas cap. He walked to the back of his truck and grabbed a tire iron, but before he turned around, the ugly guy was standing right there. The man grabbed his wrist and wrestled the tire iron away.
         “What were you gonna do with this friend? Doesn’t look like you got a flat to me,” the man pushed Chad up against the truck, holding him by his shirt.
         “No, I was just…I,” Chad stammered.
         “You must think you’re a tough guy. Are you a