Ivory Iron

Chapter 4

Frank was driving his friend’s Jeep down the road.  It was a two-lane, narrow,
and twisting road, but at least it was paved.  It was also deserted, at least
until he spotted her.

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Bored Walk
By Joel

She was walking along the deserted road, obviously bored, when Clive drove by. 
Obviously bored, because she was kicking gravel with her toes as she walked,
barefoot.  She was a beauty for sure, with long blond hair, and dressed to show
off her curves:  hot pants-type Daisy Dukes, showing off her legs; and a blouse
tied in front showing off immense cleavage.  Clive slowed to a crawl to get a
better view.

As she continued walking, Clive had to marvel at her.  The temperature was over
100°F, and the concrete pavement had to be much hotter than that.  Yet, she was
walking barefoot, and was quite comfortable.  Then he noticed the gravel; it
wasn’t gravel that she was kicking, but rather chunks of pavement that her toes
were digging up!  What was going on here?  Perhaps he would stop to give her a
ride.
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Frank blinked and looked again.  There was no girl there! 

HONK!!!  Frank snapped his head around and looked out of the windshield, to see
a large truck heading straight for him!  He immediately steered towards the edge
of the road, but cut the wheel too sharply.  Before he could correct, the Jeep
went into the drainage ditch by the side of the road and abruptly stopped.  In
the meantime, the truck he had barely avoided, continued barreling down the
road.

Frank tried to drive out of the ditch to no avail.  “Oh well,” he thought, “this
Jeep is 4-wheel drive.  I’ll just engage it, then drive out.”  But even in
low-range and with hubs locked, the vehicle would not move.  “I must be
high-centered.  So I’m balanced here, with the two tires off the pavement, and
the two tires on the other side off the ground in the ditch also.  There’s no
way I can drive out of here, I’ll have to get help.”

Frank started to get out of the Jeep to go for help when he heard a voice.

“Hey!  Are you all right?”

He turned to look into the face of a girl with long blond hair, wearing a blouse
tied in the front, showing immense cleavage.  He blinked and looked again, she
was still there.  Considering what had just happened, he had to be sure she was
real before replying, “Yes, I’m all right, but I’m stuck here.”

“Well, you’re all right, that’s the main thing,” she replied.  “You’re lucky. 
With the way Bart drives, it’s a wonder no one has gotten killed.”

“What do you mean?  Who’s Bart?”

“He drives the propane delivery truck out here.  He’s always drunk, and he
always drinks behind the wheel.  It’s a wonder he can keep the truck on the road
at all.”

“I don’t understand.  If he’s a drunkard, how can he drive a truck?”

“No one else wants the job.  Look at the road, how narrow and twisting it is! 
And to drive a propane truck on it?  A moving bomb?  No wonder he drinks!”

“I’m sorry, excuse me.  I’m Frank.”

“Hi, I’m Mandi.”

“Do you know where I can get assistance to get out of this ditch?”

“Hmm, looks like you are high-centered.  I’ll just lift up the Jeep on this
side, that will bring the tires on the other side down to the pavement and you
can just drive out.”

“How can you lift a Jeep?”

“I don’t have to lift it, silly.  I just need to change the balance point.  Like
this,” she continued as she leaned against the vehicle.

Frank felt the Jeep move down on his side.  He shifted into gear and the Jeep
began to move.  He turned the wheel and drove onto the pavement.

“Thank you.  Can I give you a lift anywhere?”

“No thanks, I’d rather walk,” she replied as she headed away.

“Wait!  Where are you going?  There’s nothing out here!”

“I live in a house just beyond that hill,” Mandi said as she pointed. 
“Technically, you’re on our land.”

“I guess that makes us neighbors then,” Frank replied.  “I’ll be staying in the
Holbrooke cabin nearby.”

“Well, if you need anything, just let me know,” Mandi said as she continued to
walk away.

Frank watched her go, her ass swaying in the Daisy Dukes she was wearing.  Daisy
Dukes?  And she was barefoot.  Barefoot?  Had he seen her earlier?  Or had he
just imagined seeing her?  “Time for a drink,” Frank thought as he drove away.