The Instant Fuck

Part VII of Fuck Me Twice

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In the involvement of, ahem, brevity, I volition avoid going into non bad item virtually the deaf adult woman who approached equally nosotros pushed the carcass of my Suzuki GT380. She told us she called the constabulary from a payphone regarding the stolen motorbike inwards front end of her identify (turns out she didn't receive got a phone, or electricity either).

I volition refrain from transcribing her vernacular, non because of the wishy washy PC douchebags, but because it would receive got likewise long to produce then too endure far likewise painful to read.  Suffice it to nation she sounded similar Helen Keller talking out of roughly Ebonic Speak due north Spell.

The brusk version of her spiritually too aurally agonizing tale is that the 21 twelvemonth one-time turd who stole my motorbike also happened to receive got impregnated her fourteen twelvemonth one-time daughter.  His cite was Corey.  I hollo upwards this twenty years afterwards because I receive got never met anyone named Corey that I truly liked.  It precisely seems similar a douchey name.  The Corey inwards query had a fierce streak, then when he wasn't spreading his seed through the statutory rape of immature girls he liked to teach oil amongst them.  My pump went out to this woman, too I tried to imagine raising a kid too grandchild hither inwards the dark without fifty-fifty a phone, but it was likewise big.  I had non come upwards to solve all society's ills this night, but only to provide my motorbike home, preferably earlier a confrontation amongst Corey.  Possession is 9/10ths of the law, too if that boy of a bitch possessed a knife or a gun, he was the law.

We pushed that motorbike dorsum through the wasteland equally it grew always heavier.  Three miles powerfulness equally good receive got been 1 one thousand equally the apartment tires made this back-breaking, awkward labor.  The dark was stickily humid too dark similar ink.  Sweat poured downward too soaked our clothing without relieving the body.  If entirely it was cooler, I thought.....

As if inwards a wry response from the universe, a terrifying crevice rent the dark too from roughly ironic sky obscured yesteryear smog too darkness, a deluge came.  The thunderstorm I wished for iii days agone arrived.  At the worst possible moment.  The sky was alight amongst electricity too thunder broke overhead similar bombs exploding.  It rained then difficult nosotros couldn't come across our hands inwards front end of our faces, allow solitary force a boat anchor amongst apartment tires.

Luckily nosotros were entirely 2 blocks from a friend of Kevin's who allowed us to wheel the brute into her yard.  It was iv am. Dripping too exhausted nosotros abandoned the bike, agreeing to come upwards dorsum showtime matter inwards the forenoon to withdraw it.

Kevin went to his girlfriend's house, I returned home.  The pelting stopped too the humidity rose again.  I set inwards bed, thinking virtually the operate that would endure necessary to cook my bike.  Expensive, good beyond whatsoever value of the machine, but it seemed similar the entirely appropriate fuck y'all to the thief too the universe that created him.  I dozed, taking roughly small-scale satisfaction inwards the fact that what was left of my motorbike would endure dorsum domicile tomorrow, too the procedure of rebuilding could begin.

The telephone jangled me awake at 8:00. It was Kevin.

"Did y'all come upwards too teach that bike already?"

"No, I precisely woke up."

"It's gone man."

"What?"

"Your bike ain't there. It's gone.  Somebody must receive got taken it."

Fuck me.  Again.

As I slept, visions of a triple rebuild danced inwards my head.  All for naught.

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