First Time We Met...

I was back packing in India

on my way to Goa, thumbing for a ride. You stopped just passed me. I ran to the side of your Defender, just as I was thanking you for stopping, and asking; "How far you're going... you pushed a Beretta in my face and said; "Entrer Vous Asshole." As I reluctantly entered the vehicle I asked; "uhmmm... do we know each other?" I remember you accelerated rapidly, driving like you stole this Defender... well, the military markings on the vehicle were a bit of a give away. (wondering to myself "What dumbass gets into a vehicle with a derange psychopath"; and there in that moment it dawned on me that this is very much like the start of my previous two marriages.)

So, there we are, you driving frantically in the midst of over populated traffic of bicycles, mopeds, assorted vehicles, transports and pedestrians... I couldn't help notice how intense you were; your beautiful long hair loosely pulled back, and up in a pony tail, elliptical angles of your chin and cheeks, lovely neck of a ballerina, round plump breast barely concealed by the olive drab tank top, and black lace bra... (wondering to myself; in this heat, and with you seemingly focused on a get-a-way; what was it that aroused your nipples?) ...slender waist of your khaki twill shorts rolled up above mid thigh... two lovely thighs; between which rest the Beretta recently pushed in my grill. I believe you were wearing matching olive drab socks rolled down atop of your brown chukkas. (Now thinking back, I was wearing an olive drab polo, my favourite khaki twill short, military sock rolled down atop of my chukkas.) Light golden tan and a beautiful glow about you... like when you're having sex.

It didn't seem a good time to ask why you were racing around pointing guns at strangers, but I had to ask eventually. You said; "you were having a bad day... you missed fighting with the Resistance, and had the urge to kill someone." you then said; "I'm sorry, but you are going to be having a bad day today too." (wondering to myself; I should have eaten breakfast this morning.)

I was about to suggest you let me out on the other side of the bridge is when suddenly a skeleton of a man on his bike cut you off; you veered into the oncoming traffic, nearly missing a transport bus, and crashing through the bridge wall.(wondering to myself; I doubt you are insured for this.) We plunged into the river below, the force of the water push the wind shield back; which knocks you unconscious. I pull both of us out of the wreckage and swim us to shore.

What started as me giving you mouth to mouth became a long passionate very arousing kiss... (that and the cool water made both our nipples firm.) You looked at me and said; "Well Bugger, I can't very well kill you now. Towit I replied: I appreciate that, now if you don't mind I have to retrieve my back pack and get the hell out of here.

You asked very curiously; what's the rush??? I kindly replied; I'd like to travel everywhere I want; however, I don't have a passport, but I do have an obscene sum of money in my back pack... and on the odds that you might change your mind...  Au revoir.