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Author: rumpranger2 Published: 12/4/2007 story views: 1862
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extra dollars. The tow guy chewing on an unlit stogie probably felt that if he quoted a high enough tow bill the kid would let it go for the amount against it. Then once he owned it he’d strip the wheels off the Bronco, and then sell the unit to a salvage yard for a hell a lot more than the tow bill. So, Kris reached into his pocket pulling out a crisp one hundred and a fifty dollar bill, thereby making the tow driver an offer he couldn’t refuse, “Look Scrooge, being it’s so close to Christmas why don’t ya take the $150.00 cash money in my hand, a fair amount for the tow, and use it to get your family some nice gifts for Christmas. Just drop the Bronco over by my rig,” Kris said pointing to the International with the four car carrier behind it.
The tow truck driver smiled a big cheesy grin as he snatched the two crisp bills from Kris’s hand. The wrinkled old driver dashed to his truck in a flash; jumped inside and with a clash and grinding of gears was maneuvering the tow truck next to the trailer to drop the Bronco. While the tow driver was off loading the Bronco Kris repositioned the two cars further forward on the ramp. Once the tow driver offloaded the Bronco Kris hooked the electric winch cable to the Bronco and began pulling it up the ramp positioning it on the trailer. Once in place he then secured it with binding chains. Kris thanked the tow driver who flew out the driveway in search of another motorist in distress on the Interstate.
Once the Bronco was tied down and the boys gear was stowed in the cab Kris said, “Why don’t we use the facilities inside the store?”
“Sounds cool,” Tim said.
“We can clean up, take a piss, and you two can get a soda or coffee before getting started down the road.”
As the three walked towards the store Kris walked behind them admiring the boy’s ample asses. His thoughts were not of getting more to eat or drink, but more so of what it would be like to get the two in bed later on. Kris imagined he was on a big king bed in the middle like a nice polish dog lying in a bun – buns of warm human flesh.