This is a peek into UNKNOWN INNOCENCE, which is included in UNDER PRESSURE-MOTIVATIONAL VERSION by Mr. D. ($9.99, Midnight Express Books), copyright 2013 by Wayne T. Dowdy. Read my last blog ("Publishing & Unknown Innocence") for my future plans with the book/personal magazine. I will send the rest of the story in a blog next week. After I the cover gets completed and I get the manuscript to the publisher, the whole chapter will be posted on my website (StraightFromthePen.com). Enjoy.
An excerpt from Chapter One: Sheila Bobby sat on the barstool guzzling a cold one, his twentieth of the evening, most of which he had drank with his college buddy, Roger Johnson, the son of Senator Leroy Johnson. Sheila had been standing outside smoking a cigarette when Roger dropped him off in the parking lot an hour earlier. She sat on the stool beside him. Her coworkers strutted the stage to the tune of Girls, Girls, Girls. "Let's go handsome, I'll drive," she said. Then she grabbed him by the arm and led him from the lounge to the passenger door of her Honda CRX. "It's nothing like your friend's Mercedes, but it works for me, honey." She rushed to the other side. He stood staring. She put her arms on the roof. He leaned over and grabbed her hands: His encased hers and the car keys she held. "I'm drunker than a boxer who had his bells range by the champ," he said with slurred words. Lights flickered on their faces from the strip club sign. "I see two of you." "I can see you fine. Good thing I'm driving." Huh, huh." He nodded and then laid across the roof. "Come on, honey. Let's get in the car so I can get you in my bed to show you a good time." He raised his head and said, "I'm going to marry you bay ... be. ... What you think about that?" "Ha, ha, ha, very funny. That would sound so much better if I knew you, big man." "You sure are pretty," he said, his eyes slightly opened. She gently pulled her hands out of his. "Thanks. You're eye candy, too, but we need to go before the cops come and shuffle us into jail cells." "They call me Big Bobby for more than one reason. Let's go so I can show you why." He raised the right corner of his top lip, and then attempted to wink with his right eye, but it stayed closed two seconds too long. He shook his head. "Where we goin'?" "Come on, now." She hurried around to the other side of the car. He turned to meet her; staggered a few steps away from the car, grinned, and then reached out his massive arms to embrace her. He leaned a little too far forward and staggered into the side of the car. She slid around him and opened the passenger door. "We'll have time for that later. We need to get you into the car right now, all right." At almost seven feet tall and three hundred pound, he looked like a grizzly towering above her as he moved to get in the front seat. "Watch your head, sweetie." He swayed slightly as he ducked his head to get in, backing into the seat. With the back of his head, he missed the door frame by an inch. Sheila helped put his tree-size legs inside and then closed the door, shook her head. When she climbed in the other side, Bobby stared into her eyes for a moment before his closed. ***** He opened his eyes and looked around the dimly lit room. Next to him lay a slender, brown-skinned, naked woman in the fetal position, facing him. She had high cheekbones, a narrow nose, long eye lashes, and streaked mascara under her eyelids. Her breasts were a nice size and held their forms, probably implants; her hips made a perfect curve as they tapered to the legs and waist. She had a pert look about herself, sassy looking, maybe Native American or of Spanish descent. What time is it, he wondered. He raised his arm. No watch. He scanned the room for a clock. None of the surroundings were familiar to him. Across the room, beside a large window with streaming light shining through a crack in the full-length, burgundy curtains, he saw his watch laying on an end table with his boxer shorts wadded up next to it. Hmm. That's interesting. He raised up on his elbow to get a better view of her. The light reflecting off her raven hair made a halo. Man, what a doll, this one is. Too bad I don't even know her name. When he rolled over to ease out of bed, trying not to disturb whoever the beautiful woman was, she opened her eyes; sparkling amber-colored irises flashed as a smile erupted across her face. "Good morning, handsome," she said. "Hey." He massaged his temples to fight the pounding demon inside his head. He squinted; admired her beautiful features, felt the pain and shame for not knowing her name. "You're gorgeous. What's your name?" She sat up in bed. "You're joking, huh?" He scanned her full body, smiled. "No." "Sheila. You really don't remember my name?" [To be continued next week]
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