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Subject: {ASSM} MIB Ch.05 by Rachael Ross (See Ch.00 For Codes)
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Monsters in My Bed and Other Stories
Chapter 05 - I Dream of...John?

Copyright 2008 Rachael Ross All Rights Reserved



John slammed the car door.

"Wha...Who are you?" Debbie froze, holding a little green tub of
Turtlewax in her left hand and a bit of her ex-boyfriend's t-shirt in
the other. At least he was still good for something. Sorta. But Deb
hadn't seen him in a long time either, so maybe...

"Well?" John looked at the woman expectantly, which only confused
Debbie even more than she probably deserved.

"Who are you? And and and...What were you doing in my car?" Deb
swallowed nervously and looked around.

At least there were a lot of people there, outside her apartment that
sunny summer day. They were washing their cars too, some of them.
Others were trimming bushes or playing with their kids. Some of the
older men were just watching pretty girls like Debbie and somehow it
was something of a comfort just then. That would have seemed very odd
any other time, but odd is a relative term.

"I'm John and you rubbed," the man said with an air of impatience,
dramatic impatience it seemed to Debbie and she was an aspiring
actress, so she would know.

"I'm...I'm gonna call the police," Debbie told him without thinking too
much about it.

"Maybe you should call the fire department too," John nodded
thoughtfully, giving the young woman a deliberate look up and down.

"What? Why?"

"Cause you're so hot, baby," John worked his tongue slowly along his
lower lip, "you must be on fire!"

"Huh?" Deb frowned and felt herself redden. "That's the dumbest line
I've ever heard. Get out of here!"

"I can't," John said. "You rubbed."

"I did not!" Debbie protested and she was very confused, as anyone
would be I suppose.

"Yeah, you did," John nodded towards the rag in her hand. "You rub
nice too, believe me."

"I'm..." Deb looked down at her hands, "...waxing my car, that's all."

"Don't have to tell me!" John grinned, grabbing his crotch and giving
himself an upward jerk so that he actually went tip-toe for just a
second with the effort of making his point.

"I wish you wouldn't do that," Debbie frowned.

"That was too easy!" John laughed lightly, "One down, two to go."

"What?"

"I should get back in and make you rub me for the rest maybe," John
said mostly to himself.

"Stay out of my car!"

"Yeah, that's what we'll do," the man was smiling happily. "Nothing in
the rules against more rubbing is there?"

"What? Hey! Get your hands off my car...Don't open that! Hey! What are
you..." Debbie was making quite a fuss and some of the people around her
were noticing, but Debbie only had eyes for John.

She watched as the man gave her a broad smile and a lascivious wink,
opening the driver's door of her brand new car and getting inside as
if he owned it. He pulled the door shut behind him with a thudding
snick and then...He was gone!

Debbie looked through the windshield, obviously, and she'd seen him
for a moment. John was sitting there, putting his hands on the
steering wheel and then the girl had blinked and just like that, John
was gone. She frowned at that and hastened to open the door, dropping
her head and ready to be very angry with that strange man. He wasn't
there though, not in the front or back, not even in the glove
compartment. And Debbie looked. John was just gone and that made
Debbie very frightened.

She'd imagined it, of course. A daydream or something and the woman
looked at her Turtlewax, now fallen onto the asphalt, and wondered if
there were fumes which could cause hallucinations. She hoped so
because the only other explanation was that she was losing her mind
and of the two choices, Debbie liked the first one better. For the
obvious reasons.

The whole experience was almost enough to keep Debbie from finishing
the wax job she'd so recently started. That was silly though and the
car did need it. Besides, that guy had been kinda cute and sorta
funny, in a strange way. If a girl was going to have imaginary
boyfriends, Debbie thought, she could do a lot worse than that guy.
And anyway, he probably wouldn't be back since she knew it was just a
dream. Debbie never got the dreams she wanted, at least not on
purpose, and maybe that's true of everyone, I'm not sure. So poor
Debbie really didn't know what to think, except that not waxing her
car because a guy had told her she rubbed good was silly. Maybe.

Debbie picked up her Turtlewax and found her rag, shaking a little
dirt off it, and then dipped her fingers into the tub. Hmmm, the girl
giggled to herself, if John thought she was rubbing him good before...

Three minutes later, John got out of the car, slamming the door behind
him with a big happy smile.




end
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