1. Sally-Ann's Rain Man


    Date: 9/23/2017, Categories: Fiction, Author: beagle9690, Rating: 76.9, Source: sexstories.com

    do that to draw attention to himself, he would want things nice and dark. “The engine is running so why don't you sit inside and turn up the heat. Bring your tire iron with you if it will make you feel better. Lock the doors until the tow truck arrives in case I'm some kind of crazed predator, the rapist in black the authorities are looking for. You can always run me over when you make your quick getaway.” "Sally McCarthy," I conceded, wrapping the blanket around me and sticking my hand out for Mr. Butler to shake, “I’m freezing and thank you, I’ll take you up on your kind offer.” I felt a bit foolish for letting my imagination get ahead of me. I noticed Mr. Butler had a large silver and turquoise ring on the middle finger of his right hand that he took off and put in his pocket as he walked away to change the tire. I didn’t get a good look at it except to see it was of Native American design. I sat in his Jeep and watched him change the tire while I called for a tow truck. The hard rain didn’t seem to bother him at all. When he finished, Mr. Butler put on his ring back on as he stood up looking into the sky. He raised his arms above his head as if in welcome delight of celebration with the rain. He was smiling while turning a full circle before he put his arms down. He got in on the passenger side next to me pushing his thick wet black hair back away from his face while sighing contentedly. I could see the ring clearly now; I was right. It is very masculine and tasteful. My ...
    stepbrother is wearing my Dad’s turquoise and sterling silver ring to spite me; originally it was my Granddad’s. My mother gave it to my stepbrother knowing Dad promised it to me before he died. She did it to placate her new bastard of a husband and to punish me for leaving home the way I did at sixteen; my step-dad initially taking the telephone call, calling me a whore, before handing the telephone to my mother the first time I called from New York City; but I digress. Apparently Mr. Butler is not the man the police are looking for. He took my hand a second time in his and I let him, “Good, your hand feels much warmer and you’ve stopped shivering.” His large callused hand felt warm and sincere as he gently held mine. I could see amusement in his warm baby blue eyes, amusement and curiosity. I actually felt quite safe now. “Did you get a hold of a tow truck?” He let go and reached into glove compartment to remove and then hand me his business card. It said Butler’s Tire & Auto. “Yes, one will be here soon.” “I’ll make a deal with you. Have your car towed to my shop and you can use my Jeep as a loaner. I have a couch in my office to sleep on. I will have it ready sometime in the afternoon.” “I usually shop around for the best price getting several estimates first, Mr. Butler. Besides, this is my first new car and it’s still under warranty. Shouldn’t I take it back to the dealer while the warranty is in place?” “Fair enough but not necessarily; have it towed wherever you like. ...
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