There was this kinda crazy chick who lived in my last apartment complex (small 6 unit place.) She wasn't old and crazy, but in her late 30's maybe and pretty hot, giant boobs (unnecessary info for the story, but sets the scene.)
I come home from work one day and she's doing some yard work (the landlord gave her and her boyfriend a break on rent, she did the yard stuff and he did small repairs) and she's complaining to me about how one of the neighbors told her he was planning on shooting a troublesome raccoon that had been getting into crap (this was like almost downtown Seattle, very urban.)
I stared at her rack and smiled and nodded she rambled on about how harmless racoons are and how bleeding heart she was for them and I just said "They actually are really dangerous." I went back to my apartment and had a beer on my deck and watched her cut the bushes in her low cut shirt that I imagined she wore for my pleasure, occasionally raising my bottle to her and giving her a friendly "Yeah I'd f*** you" smirk. (again, unnecessary details but I like scene setting.)
Next day I come home from work and she's standing outside with blood all over her pants. The 'coon had apparently been trying to claw through her screen door to get to her cats.. and she had the bright idea to try to physically "shoo" it by giving it a friendly pat on the butt and it mauled her arm pretty good. I was like "let's get you out of those wet pants".. I mean, no ... I think I said "you need a ride to the hospital?" and she said she wasn't even gonna go to the doctor.
I think she went rabid. Next day I come home from work she's standing in the middle of the road yelling at every car that drives by "SLOW DOWN!" and that night when her boyfriend came home from work she was screaming at him and throwing his s*** in the street.. lol..
Never saw her again.. just saw a moving truck that weekend and my fair lady was gone..
There was this kinda crazy chick who lived in my last apartment complex (small 6 unit place.) She wasn't old and crazy, but in her late 30's maybe and pretty hot, giant boobs (unnecessary info for the story, but sets the scene.)
I come home from work one day and she's doing some yard work (the landlord gave her and her boyfriend a break on rent, she did the yard stuff and he did small repairs) and she's complaining to me about how one of the neighbors told her he was planning on shooting a troublesome raccoon that had been getting into crap (this was like almost downtown Seattle, very urban.)
I stared at her rack and smiled and nodded she rambled on about how harmless racoons are and how bleeding heart she was for them and I just said "They actually are really dangerous." I went back to my apartment and had a beer on my deck and watched her cut the bushes in her low cut shirt that I imagined she wore for my pleasure, occasionally raising my bottle to her and giving her a friendly "Yeah I'd f*** you" smirk. (again, unnecessary details but I like scene setting.)
Next day I come home from work and she's standing outside with blood all over her pants. The 'coon had apparently been trying to claw through her screen door to get to her cats.. and she had the bright idea to try to physically "shoo" it by giving it a friendly pat on the butt and it mauled her arm pretty good. I was like "let's get you out of those wet pants".. I mean, no ... I think I said "you need a ride to the hospital?" and she said she wasn't even gonna go to the doctor.
I think she went rabid. Next day I come home from work she's standing in the middle of the road yelling at every car that drives by "SLOW DOWN!" and that night when her boyfriend came home from work she was screaming at him and throwing his s*** in the street.. lol..
Never saw her again.. just saw a moving truck that weekend and my fair lady was gone..
From a scale from 1 to dolly parton, how big was her boobs? are we talking own gravitational pole here?
I should have stopped to see if he was alive and would have finished him off so he would not suffer any more, but being on a backroad at night isn't safe.