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| About that time the driver of the pick-up truck came up to us, apologizing profusely. He probably wasn�t any older than 20, and he appeared to be really upset about the whole thing. He said that his shoes were wet and his foot had slipped off the brake as his truck was approaching the light. Apparently the truck was his work vehicle, and being new on the job, he was afraid he was going to be in trouble. I felt kind of sorry for the kid, and so did the pretty lady with the lovely brown eyes. She bravely smiled and told him, "It's going to be okay. It was just an accident, and we'll get everything taken care of." I noticed that her hands were trembling slightly. She was trying to get him to relax even before she'd been able to calm down herself. I liked that. When we surveyed the damage, it looked like my Escalade and the kid's pick-up were both drivable. The car, however, had been sandwiched pretty good and looked like it might possibly have some frame damage. We all agreed that the damage was bad enough that we'd have to call the police to take a report, and that the car would have to be towed. I called the police on my cell phone and shortly thereafter they arrived. All through the usual taking of statements and such, I found I couldn't take my eyes off Sherl. She was just so gorgeous. I was glad she couldn�t read my mind or else she'd probably be shocked at the uncontrolled erotic images that were freely running through my head. I have an active imagination anyway but looking at her had kicked it into high gear. I felt sorry for her when the wrecker came and towed her car away. She seemed sad to see it go. The kid in the truck left next, still apologizing for all the trouble. The cop asked Sherl if she needed a ride home. I know I probably sounded a little eager when I offered to take her. I was thrilled when she smiled, a little less shaky now, and said, "Thanks, I would really appreciate that. It's only a couple of miles from here. It will give me the chance to apologize for the nice new dent I gave you". |
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