Dan-The Unbelievable
Dan-The Unbelievable
[From: “Stay Down, Old Abram]
Dan Hanson and his wife, Sara Hanson, lived in back of the Trailer Court, where Chris’ friend Thompson lived, in one of several small, one-bedroom houses. They had an 18-month old boy, and Dan attended the Aviation School, down the highway, just past the military base. He was not in the military like most of Chris’ friends, but simply a friend that hung around at Thompson’s house, and they both, he and his wife got to know him quite well. If he, Dan or his wife, Sara were standing in their back yard, possible on the small porch, that had three stops to its back door, one could see the trailer court, and if the moon was out at night, which it was this evening, you could see Thompson’s trailer. To the left of them was another cemetery, small, and behind the crematory, like the one out side of town, were a few shacks, not many, three or four, where black folks lived.
Sara was a nice looking young lady, about the same age as her husband, Dan, and Chris, somewhere around twenty-three years old. He had tried to sell Chris his guitar, wanting $100 for it but Chris offered $25, an it outraged him, so he gave him $35, telling him he really didn’t want it, but Dan needed the money, and so Chris purchased it. Often times Dan would try and convince Chris to go into business with him, selling some pot. At the oddest times he’d show up with a sack of pot, a pocket full of money, give some away to the folks at the Trailer house, and go sell the rest. In a week or so he’d be broke. Sometimes Chris would go over to see if Dan and Sara wanted to join them at Thompson’s house, and find they were having their own party, and laying all about half stoned. And Chris would sit around have a few puffs of the joints, and then go back to find some beer at Thompson’s.
Well, this Friday night was different. Sara and Dan had been outside, seen Chris walking about the Courtyard at Thompson’s place, and Dan having to go to work, said something to Sara, then he was gone. Sara called over to Chris, getting his attention, and waved him on over. Again, she was an attractive 5’5” redhead, with a slender, curve body. No one would have ever known she had a child. As Chris approached, Sara all alone, Chris lit a cigarette. Looked at her, she was appealing, and a little tired looking from pot he figured, but her speech was fine.
Sara: “Hello?” she said, as Chris stood within a few feet now of her, and a few more pleasantries were given between one another.
Sara: “Say Chris,” Sara says in her puzzling looking eyes. “I’m not sure how to say this.”
Chris: “Say what?”
Sara: “Do you want to go to bed with me?” Chris was tongued tied. There was no doubt she would be a good species to have fun with, and they liked talking to one another, and the age was right, but she was married and he was a friend, a this was quite peculiar, what was behind this.
Chris: “It would be a good thought, you’re quite attractive, but married, and your husband is my friend, and he’s most likely not far away.”
Sara: Well, I’ll tell you the rest, Dan asked me to ask you; he also asked me if I wouldn’t mind going to bed with you, and I said, if I was to go to bed with someone other than him, I wouldn’t mind it being you, but there is one thing he’d like.” A pause took place.
Chris: “What might that be,” he said inquisitively.
Sara: Well, he wants to be in the room with us, and he’ll be home soon, and then we can do it.”
[Chris—thought for a moment, not sure what to say: “Would he care if it was just you and I and not him in the room [Chris knowing it was not really what he wanted]?”
Sara: “No, he was pretty affirmative on that part,” she smiled, she almost looked a little let down; Chris also knew he was trying to get him to go into business with him, and so he gave her a kiss on the cheek, a hug, and told her he needed to get back to Thompson’s, knowing he did not want to be persuaded, and once Dan came back, and him already excited about her, in a lustful way, was best to avoid them completely for a few weeks, and dismissed himself.
As he walked away, her face was a little illuminated by the light of the moon, he brandishes a cigarette—in his hands waving to her, she: Sara to him had a peculiar ambition, loyalty to her husband being part of this, he thought, then scans the skies as he talks to himself on the way over to the trailer-court—walking between a fence with some foliage grown about it.
[From: “Stay Down, Old Abram]
Dan Hanson and his wife, Sara Hanson, lived in back of the Trailer Court, where Chris’ friend Thompson lived, in one of several small, one-bedroom houses. They had an 18-month old boy, and Dan attended the Aviation School, down the highway, just past the military base. He was not in the military like most of Chris’ friends, but simply a friend that hung around at Thompson’s house, and they both, he and his wife got to know him quite well. If he, Dan or his wife, Sara were standing in their back yard, possible on the small porch, that had three stops to its back door, one could see the trailer court, and if the moon was out at night, which it was this evening, you could see Thompson’s trailer. To the left of them was another cemetery, small, and behind the crematory, like the one out side of town, were a few shacks, not many, three or four, where black folks lived.
Sara was a nice looking young lady, about the same age as her husband, Dan, and Chris, somewhere around twenty-three years old. He had tried to sell Chris his guitar, wanting $100 for it but Chris offered $25, an it outraged him, so he gave him $35, telling him he really didn’t want it, but Dan needed the money, and so Chris purchased it. Often times Dan would try and convince Chris to go into business with him, selling some pot. At the oddest times he’d show up with a sack of pot, a pocket full of money, give some away to the folks at the Trailer house, and go sell the rest. In a week or so he’d be broke. Sometimes Chris would go over to see if Dan and Sara wanted to join them at Thompson’s house, and find they were having their own party, and laying all about half stoned. And Chris would sit around have a few puffs of the joints, and then go back to find some beer at Thompson’s.
Well, this Friday night was different. Sara and Dan had been outside, seen Chris walking about the Courtyard at Thompson’s place, and Dan having to go to work, said something to Sara, then he was gone. Sara called over to Chris, getting his attention, and waved him on over. Again, she was an attractive 5’5” redhead, with a slender, curve body. No one would have ever known she had a child. As Chris approached, Sara all alone, Chris lit a cigarette. Looked at her, she was appealing, and a little tired looking from pot he figured, but her speech was fine.
Sara: “Hello?” she said, as Chris stood within a few feet now of her, and a few more pleasantries were given between one another.
Sara: “Say Chris,” Sara says in her puzzling looking eyes. “I’m not sure how to say this.”
Chris: “Say what?”
Sara: “Do you want to go to bed with me?” Chris was tongued tied. There was no doubt she would be a good species to have fun with, and they liked talking to one another, and the age was right, but she was married and he was a friend, a this was quite peculiar, what was behind this.
Chris: “It would be a good thought, you’re quite attractive, but married, and your husband is my friend, and he’s most likely not far away.”
Sara: Well, I’ll tell you the rest, Dan asked me to ask you; he also asked me if I wouldn’t mind going to bed with you, and I said, if I was to go to bed with someone other than him, I wouldn’t mind it being you, but there is one thing he’d like.” A pause took place.
Chris: “What might that be,” he said inquisitively.
Sara: Well, he wants to be in the room with us, and he’ll be home soon, and then we can do it.”
[Chris—thought for a moment, not sure what to say: “Would he care if it was just you and I and not him in the room [Chris knowing it was not really what he wanted]?”
Sara: “No, he was pretty affirmative on that part,” she smiled, she almost looked a little let down; Chris also knew he was trying to get him to go into business with him, and so he gave her a kiss on the cheek, a hug, and told her he needed to get back to Thompson’s, knowing he did not want to be persuaded, and once Dan came back, and him already excited about her, in a lustful way, was best to avoid them completely for a few weeks, and dismissed himself.
As he walked away, her face was a little illuminated by the light of the moon, he brandishes a cigarette—in his hands waving to her, she: Sara to him had a peculiar ambition, loyalty to her husband being part of this, he thought, then scans the skies as he talks to himself on the way over to the trailer-court—walking between a fence with some foliage grown about it.
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