any strings attached, only mind-blowing, sweaty one-night stands. Kiss some lips, lick some pussy, make someone scream, and then come. Perfect , he always thought.
Not that he’d hump and dump, only fuck someone mindlessly, and walk away. There was a big difference there. A girlfriend hadn’t existed since, well, probably high-school. Now he was way into his mid-thirties, the last one in the family, and the work crew to still dive down between a stranger’s bed sheets as often as people changed underwear. He still got it, and had no plans on changing that, ever.
Chapter Three
“Gather around, please. Got some things we need to take care of before we start the day.” Chief Hensley’s voice shook the walls of the break room and similar to silent rats the team of paramedics and rescue workers gathered around the small coffee table, each grabbing a seat on the blue couches surrounding it in the middle of the narrow room.
“Good morning, and welcome to yet another great day. As always we are here to rescue and help people in need, even animals, as our fellow paramedic Bryce here showed us yesterday.”
A round of comforting laughs and cheers, and coffee cups held high in salute as they all acknowledged a sulking Bryce leaning back against the fabric of the couch, knowing he was the one that had crawled under Mr. George’s sealed in front porch yesterday to rescue not only one, but three dirty chickens, one of whom had needed CPR, and who then pecked away on every piece of fabric he had worn, and defecated in his hand as he grabbed it and pulled it outside to freedom and future life on the farm.
“Yeah, some thanks I got for that effort; dirty clothes and chicken breath.”
“Now, now, Bryce. Every life is as important as the next. That’s our mantra and you should stick to it. If I had an award for your bravery I’d hand it to you right now. Would you care for some fried chicken thighs?”
The room busted out in coffee spitting laughter, a seamlessly charming joke making even the old chief wipe a tear or three away from going down his face.
“Laugh it up people, I goddamn saved those suckers yesterday. And to be honest, I’m glad I did. Not to mention the free supply of chicken eggs I’ve been offered to pick up at the farm whenever I feel like it. Beat that.”
The chief eventually got the rowdy group around the table to calm down somewhat, and slowly and methodically went over the day’s schedule and current events. As the noise of the room dissipated, the groups were separated with Wayne, Bryce, and Jaycee walking out to the large hall attached to a huge garage door that Jayce pulled open, making it possible to look up and down the entire street. It was currently empty at this time of the day, but as soon as the clock struck seven, cars would start lining up to buy a quick coffee at the one and only Starbucks shop in the town, or to run their kids across the street to St. Joseph’s Catholic Middle School.
The morning started out as routinely as it possibly could with Wayne and Bryce checking all the inventory of the two parked ambulances, while Jayce stocked whatever was missing from the two vehicles, making online orders of things in need of refill.
Then he heard it. It was like a pecking sound filling the otherwise quiet air inside the open space surrounding all three in the hall. A sound picking up speed, clicking more furiously over the newly polished cement floor until the sound got too loud and there was no chance in hell he was able to avoid the creeping curiosity anymore and he stepped back out of his ambulance.
There they were. The things that had so recently made the increasingly annoying pecking sounds. Shoes so apricot in color they would make the sun ripe fruit pale in comparison, just to be decorated with the slightest of white ribbons framing some well manicured baby blue toenails.
Above those, bare skin, and even more
Not that he’d hump and dump, only fuck someone mindlessly, and walk away. There was a big difference there. A girlfriend hadn’t existed since, well, probably high-school. Now he was way into his mid-thirties, the last one in the family, and the work crew to still dive down between a stranger’s bed sheets as often as people changed underwear. He still got it, and had no plans on changing that, ever.
Chapter Three
“Gather around, please. Got some things we need to take care of before we start the day.” Chief Hensley’s voice shook the walls of the break room and similar to silent rats the team of paramedics and rescue workers gathered around the small coffee table, each grabbing a seat on the blue couches surrounding it in the middle of the narrow room.
“Good morning, and welcome to yet another great day. As always we are here to rescue and help people in need, even animals, as our fellow paramedic Bryce here showed us yesterday.”
A round of comforting laughs and cheers, and coffee cups held high in salute as they all acknowledged a sulking Bryce leaning back against the fabric of the couch, knowing he was the one that had crawled under Mr. George’s sealed in front porch yesterday to rescue not only one, but three dirty chickens, one of whom had needed CPR, and who then pecked away on every piece of fabric he had worn, and defecated in his hand as he grabbed it and pulled it outside to freedom and future life on the farm.
“Yeah, some thanks I got for that effort; dirty clothes and chicken breath.”
“Now, now, Bryce. Every life is as important as the next. That’s our mantra and you should stick to it. If I had an award for your bravery I’d hand it to you right now. Would you care for some fried chicken thighs?”
The room busted out in coffee spitting laughter, a seamlessly charming joke making even the old chief wipe a tear or three away from going down his face.
“Laugh it up people, I goddamn saved those suckers yesterday. And to be honest, I’m glad I did. Not to mention the free supply of chicken eggs I’ve been offered to pick up at the farm whenever I feel like it. Beat that.”
The chief eventually got the rowdy group around the table to calm down somewhat, and slowly and methodically went over the day’s schedule and current events. As the noise of the room dissipated, the groups were separated with Wayne, Bryce, and Jaycee walking out to the large hall attached to a huge garage door that Jayce pulled open, making it possible to look up and down the entire street. It was currently empty at this time of the day, but as soon as the clock struck seven, cars would start lining up to buy a quick coffee at the one and only Starbucks shop in the town, or to run their kids across the street to St. Joseph’s Catholic Middle School.
The morning started out as routinely as it possibly could with Wayne and Bryce checking all the inventory of the two parked ambulances, while Jayce stocked whatever was missing from the two vehicles, making online orders of things in need of refill.
Then he heard it. It was like a pecking sound filling the otherwise quiet air inside the open space surrounding all three in the hall. A sound picking up speed, clicking more furiously over the newly polished cement floor until the sound got too loud and there was no chance in hell he was able to avoid the creeping curiosity anymore and he stepped back out of his ambulance.
There they were. The things that had so recently made the increasingly annoying pecking sounds. Shoes so apricot in color they would make the sun ripe fruit pale in comparison, just to be decorated with the slightest of white ribbons framing some well manicured baby blue toenails.
Above those, bare skin, and even more
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