1. One Kiss Too Many


    Date: 12/26/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: SCRUFFRILEY, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    It all began the night I was driving home from Victoria. I had just purchased a brand new Dodge Ram pickup truck, black, with dual rear wheels. It was a Laramie Longhorn, fully loaded with etched leather bucket seats. I had spent most of the evening showing off my truck to some friends in the city. It was late, and raining heavily on that warm autumn evening. As I was about to begin my ascent over the Malahat to my home, I caught a glimpse of a car out of the corner of my eye. It was pulled over in an empty turn-around lot, with the hood up. In the stark blackness of a stormy night, I saw a figure hanging over the open hood. I pulled over to see if they needed help. I pulled up close, and rolled down the passenger side window. That’s when I realized the person was a woman. She was wearing a long trench coat. "Do you need any help?" I shouted out the window, realizing what a stupid question that was. The woman straightened up, and turned to look at me. She also had on a large-brimmed hat that gave her some protection from the teeming rain. "I just pulled over to fix my wiper blade, and it died on me," she explained. "Ya, those Omnis are notorious for acting up in the rain," I said. "I’ve got a flashlight. Let me have a look." I quickly grabbed my Maglite and an umbrella. Being a newcomer to Vancouver Island, I was told to carry an umbrella, so I bought a huge one that could cover two people easily. "Here, hold this," I said to the woman, handing her the umbrella. I shone the ...
    flashlight on the distributor cap, and undid the clips that held the cover on. Sure enough, the points were wet. "Just as I thought. Your distributor cap must be cracked. Water is getting in. Your car won’t start until they’re dried." "How do I do that?" she asked. "You need a spray, or just wait for the sun to dry it. Hop in the truck, and I’ll get you some help," I said. "My children are in the back. I can’t leave them," she said, worriedly. "Of course not," I exclaimed. "Let’s get them in the truck." She opened the back door, revealing two sleeping tots. "Okay. Keep holding the umbrella, and I’ll pick them up, one at a time." I reached in, and carefully picked up the closest one, a small boy, three or four. I gingerly carried him to the truck, while his mother opened the back door of the cab. After gently laying him on the seat, we went back for the second one. This one was a couple of years older, a girl. I was careful not to be too rough, so as not to wake her. I carried her to the other side of the truck, while the door was opened for me. "Thanks," I said. "They should be fine. I turned on the seat heat for them." I placed two small blankets over them. "Hop in," I said. It was good to get in out of the rain. "You’re soaked. Take off your coat. Here, I’ll help you." She obliged. I took her dripping wet coat and hung it behind her seat. "And your hat. That looks good on you. Here, just put it on the floor behind me. I’ve got a cellphone. Do you want to call your husband or ...
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