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"Mmm... Blue... Jeep." I said, playing my favorite game with myself for these summer nights. Guess the next car. Not that I had ever seen many blue Jeeps but, hey, it was a wild guess. Could I ever be more wrong. The car that pulled up slowly down the street was a white Honda – ah well. Honda's were nice cars – my first car had been a Honda. Worked wonders till it was 11 years old, where it fell apart – literally – on the side of I 70, Ah well. I still remembered it with fondness.
This wher gay teens chat didn't look much better than that one did, and I could hear it clunking along. And, with one final sigh, I heard the engine die right in front of my house. For a moment the car sat there – it was too dark to see in the windows – then I heard the engine try and turn over. No luck, though who ever was inside tried two more times. No such luck.
Pulling myself out of my chair I strode slowly down my finely cut lawn to the dead Honda, which now wouldn't even turn over, though I could vaguely see inside someone trying to get it to start. After a moment a fist hit the steering wheel quite hard, gay boy chat the horn blurted briefly, breaking the 'silence' of suburbia. Well at least something worked, I thought as a chuckle escaped my lips. Rapping the passenger side window I peered inside to see someone with a baseball cap and a long ponytail inside. Whomever it was waved slightly and got out of the door. It was a woman, long brown hair, blue eyes, just a young shorter than my height, smiling "Hello there. Seems I've broken down on your front lawn. Do you mind if I use your phone?"
I smiled, shaking my head, "Not at all. Names Tony, yours?" I gay adult chat reaching across the top of the car to offer my hand
"Marla," she said, taking my hand and shaking it firmly, "Sorry about bothering you so late at night."
"Ah its no trouble," I said back, smiling as she walked around the car, "I'm usually on my porch at this time relaxing. My first car was a Honda – when they go, they really go," I said, as I lead her back towards my house, "It sounds like yours has finally had its last gasp.
She smiled a brilliant, bright tooth smile, "Yeah it seems so. Ive been waiting for it to die for the last few weeks. Had kinda hoped it would take wher gay teens chat home..." she trailed off and shrugged as I held the door open for her. My house was pretty tidy, though most of the lights were off at this hour of night. |
