Bear To The Rescue (An Age-Gap Fable)-Pt.1
I had just finished a couple of slices of pizza and was on my way back to my truck when I saw the couple walk out of the hotel. Nothing remarkable about him except that he was wearing a sport coat in a Southern college town in August and that doesn’t happen often. Way too damn hot.
But the girl — oh, man, did I ever stand up straight and take notice! Mid-20s, a cloud of auburn hair, wearing a green skin-tight knit dress that came down just above mid-thigh and clung to every curve. She was tall and thin and looked just as out of place as he did, but I can guarantee that nobody was going to complain.
I drove my Silverado down from the parking deck to the surface lot and saw them on the other side of the lot, standing and shouting at each other. She raised a gorgeous leg behind her and took off her 3-inch stiletto sandal, repeated the action with her other leg and then waved her shoes in her man’s face.
I pulled beside them and lowered the passenger window. “Y’all need any help?”
Her boyfriend (or whatever he was) just glared. “None of your business, man!”
His date didn’t hold the same view. “Hey, how far is it to Cafe Starlight from here?”
“It’s about three blocks that way,” I said, pointing past them down Church Street.