sometime after March 19th of 1977 my Parents and i were on O/our way home from a field trial, (a competition for retrievers) when my Father desided that He was too tired to continue driving. W/we pulled into the same rest stop that W/we have stopped at hundreds of times.
while my Parents took a nap in the truck, i wandered around the rest stop like i always have. sometime after 1:30 am i needed to answer the call of nature. on my way to the restrooms, i noticed that someone seemed to be fallowing me. in hopes that i was wrong, i went to the last stall and got ready to take care of business. i made it a point of getting my knife out and having it open and hidden. about a minute later all 6'2" and 250 Pounds of Him stood in the doorway to my stall.
in as deep and gruff of a voice as a scared 12 year old can muster, i said, "what?"
in a kind of shy voice He asked, "Care for a blow?"
to which I promptly growled, "NO!"
fortunately for me He took no to mean no and just left, as He was big enough to basically have had His way with me.
mind Y/you that this happened 29 years ago, and i can still see that man's face. i can still see the khaki polo shirt that He was wearing and the blue bermuda shorts that He was also wearing.
i pray to Any and All of the Gods & Goddesses that will listen that i never run into this Man on the street somewhere, as i know that if i recognize Him, He will be dead before i would even know that i had done anything.
lil blue fae *jamie*
