Chapter 211 Stepson Fantasies Ix

• They found the “pool hall”. You’d think a building that started out as a gas station would have plenty of space for vehicles to pull in and park. But here, there was no real parking area. He spotted a space between two junk cars parked in front of the building, where the gas pumps originally would have been. Steve gently pulled in. But without any warning, the right front side of the truck suddenly jolted and dropped down. Dana screamed. Steve nearly shit in his pants. “What happened?” she gasped. “I have no idea. We must have driven into a hole or something”. Steve jumped out and ran around to the front of the truck. In the angled glare of his headlights, he could see that his truck tire was lodged down in a gap in the concrete. “Oh shit, this is bad”, agonized Steve. Dana rolled down the passenger side window and asked, “Are we in a hole? What can we do?” “It looks like we drove into the spot where the gas pump used to be. I will ask for help inside. You stay here”. Dana said “no way, I am coming with you. It’s scary out here”. The two went inside.
• They entered the area where there used to be a car lift for mechanic work. You could still smell the stale gasoline that had been in the building for decades. There were a few guys playing a game on a worn-out pool table in the middle of the room. Cigarette smoke clung to the still air like fog over a lake. The patrons were a bit rough looking. They all looked like they needed a shave and a shower. They did not appear like men who took their grooming tips from GQ Magazine. In fact, they probably could not read the instructions on a shampoo bottle before they used it. Their weak reading skills probably explained this group’s unwashed appearance. One guy was wearing old coveralls with the sleeves torn off. There was a name above the pocket. “Skippy” appeared to be on the fourth day of a three-day drunk. He looked like he needed some quality time at a day Spa. He had skinny arms that were too small for a full tattoo, so one arm had half a tat, and it was continued on the other arm. Worst of all, Dana noticed he had a “Mullet hairdo”. Uhhgg. She thought to herself “How 1980’s can this guy get?”
• Steve stepped in front of Dana, as a protective measure, and asked if there was someone who could pull them out of that hole. “What hole?” Skippy asked. “The hole in your concrete right in front of the building!” Steve yelled in exacerbation. Dana squeezed his arm and whispered for him to calm down. She knew this could be a dangerous situation. She was the only girl, and this was shaping up to be just like the plot of a low budget teen movie. If so, it meant that she’d soon be the target of this group’s prurient interest. She would probably have to show them her boobs. Not that she had a problem with that, but for the plot of this story, showing boobs would be a terrible thing for this young innocent child.