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2024.05.15 06:02 DutyTop2878 Uhaul safe move plus question
Does this cover damage to my property/vehicles? My girlfriend and I rented a 26ft uhual (both are listed as drivers) and she could not wait for me to get home and moved the truck into our driveway herself and caused damage to our home (rent to own from family), and backed into one of my business vehicles and my pickup. I'm livid but does safe move plus cover any damage to the fence/gate, grill guard/front bumper to my pickup or the dooside panels of my company service truck?
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2024.05.15 05:05 Theo_Seraphimus The problem isnt the prices, It's the branding. (A short essay... I'm sorry)
First I want to note, I have 20 years of experience working as a line cook, Server and/or manager in several different restaurants of differing styles. From A&W to Ghost kitchens, food trucks and several higher end places. I definitely don't know everything, But I know a lot and have seen pricing and product from nearly all levels of the industry.
I've seen a lot of people complaining about the prices of Five guys, how expensive it's gotten compared to other Similar restaurants. one comparison I've seen thrown around a lot is comparing the cost of a meal at five guys to the cost of a meal at McDonalds. After all, Five guys is a fast food chain, of course you would compare it to other fast food chains. And therein lies the problem. Five guys Is a fast food chain, but what they sell, is Barely fast food.
If I get a meal at McDonalds it runs me ~12-15 bucks depending on what I get. For that, I will get a cup of soda, A relatively bland generic Burger made with frozen patties, extremely basic toppings and an order of fries that are... Frankly lower quality than most of what you can buy in the frozen foods section of a Walmart.
If I go to Boston pizza, A fairly well known sports bar and grill, full Dine in experience I will pay 25+ dollars for a burger with fries and a drink, plus tip. The patties? Are still frozen, and honestly nothing special, The fries? About on par with a Bag of McCain fries. You know, the 'nice' store bought fries. The toppings? Slightly more variety and interesting choices but again, all of it comes in a bag frozen or pre-cooked. I know this, I worked at one for 6 years. The only thing they actually make in house there is the Pizza Dough.
I can also tell you that most other restaurants fall into one of those two categories. If it's a chain, the product is frozen, and generic, heck most of the restaurants in your area likely all use the same fries from the same supplier. Almost every restaurant in my city gets their food from GFS and I have seen the same identical cases of fries at at least 3 locations. The singular exception I can think of off hand being perhaps Wendys and Their food is still pretty generic and comes pre-made, Just fresher. Those Square patties? Are factory formed for efficiencies sake. and I can guarantee you that they pre-cook them and hold them in a food warmer.
Enter Five guys. Fresh meat, Hand formed patties made in house daily Cooked on the grill to order, you can watch them do it. Fresh locally bought potatoes Hand cut in house every morning. Cooked in a more expensive peanut oil For better flavor as opposed to the generic Canola oil most restaurants use. The topping list? not only is there no upcharge for any of them (My local McDonalds charges 30 cents for extra Lettuce) They include Grilled mushrooms and onions, Again, cooked in house, Jalapenos, green peppers And several sauce options you won't find in most fast food places. and the portions both of the fries and the burgers are frankly huge compared to most places of any caliber.
The issue is that while Five guys is a fast food place and is branded as a Fast food place, they don't really sell fast food. They sell A product that is higher quality than most family sit down restaurants and even fancier places. What they sell is the closest thing you can get to a Gourmet burger and fries, and they just provide it in a fast food setting. The problem isn't that they are charging too much for what they sell, Their pricing is actually lower than a lot of places that have much lower or similar quality products, like the keg where just the burger with fries and bacon is 25 bucks before the drink and tip and tax. (for the record I'm not claiming The Keg is low quality just that their burger specifically is nothing particularly special for how much it costs.) The issue is that people are comparing Five guys to McDonalds only on the basis of it being a fast food joint but When accounting for quality Mcdonalds isn't even playing the same sport let alone in the same league. Neither is A&W, Wendy's, Burger king, or even Harveys.
TL;DR: Five guys prices are only bad if you compare them to other fast food places but when you compare them to other "Dine in" businesses that sell products of similar or even significantly worse quality Their prices are comparable and in many cases better. Is five guys expensive? yes, but only because you're paying for fresh, hand made high quality ingredients cooked to order. If it was branded as a "Gourmet burger joint" instead of a fast food place people wouldn't even bat an eye.
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I've seen a lot of people complaining about the prices of Five guys, how expensive it's gotten compared to other Similar restaurants. one comparison I've seen thrown around a lot is comparing the cost of a meal at five guys to the cost of a meal at McDonalds. After all, Five guys is a fast food chain, of course you would compare it to other fast food chains. And therein lies the problem. Five guys Is a fast food chain, but what they sell, is Barely fast food.
If I get a meal at McDonalds it runs me ~12-15 bucks depending on what I get. For that, I will get a cup of soda, A relatively bland generic Burger made with frozen patties, extremely basic toppings and an order of fries that are... Frankly lower quality than most of what you can buy in the frozen foods section of a Walmart.
If I go to Boston pizza, A fairly well known sports bar and grill, full Dine in experience I will pay 25+ dollars for a burger with fries and a drink, plus tip. The patties? Are still frozen, and honestly nothing special, The fries? About on par with a Bag of McCain fries. You know, the 'nice' store bought fries. The toppings? Slightly more variety and interesting choices but again, all of it comes in a bag frozen or pre-cooked. I know this, I worked at one for 6 years. The only thing they actually make in house there is the Pizza Dough.
I can also tell you that most other restaurants fall into one of those two categories. If it's a chain, the product is frozen, and generic, heck most of the restaurants in your area likely all use the same fries from the same supplier. Almost every restaurant in my city gets their food from GFS and I have seen the same identical cases of fries at at least 3 locations. The singular exception I can think of off hand being perhaps Wendys and Their food is still pretty generic and comes pre-made, Just fresher. Those Square patties? Are factory formed for efficiencies sake. and I can guarantee you that they pre-cook them and hold them in a food warmer.
Enter Five guys. Fresh meat, Hand formed patties made in house daily Cooked on the grill to order, you can watch them do it. Fresh locally bought potatoes Hand cut in house every morning. Cooked in a more expensive peanut oil For better flavor as opposed to the generic Canola oil most restaurants use. The topping list? not only is there no upcharge for any of them (My local McDonalds charges 30 cents for extra Lettuce) They include Grilled mushrooms and onions, Again, cooked in house, Jalapenos, green peppers And several sauce options you won't find in most fast food places. and the portions both of the fries and the burgers are frankly huge compared to most places of any caliber.
The issue is that while Five guys is a fast food place and is branded as a Fast food place, they don't really sell fast food. They sell A product that is higher quality than most family sit down restaurants and even fancier places. What they sell is the closest thing you can get to a Gourmet burger and fries, and they just provide it in a fast food setting. The problem isn't that they are charging too much for what they sell, Their pricing is actually lower than a lot of places that have much lower or similar quality products, like the keg where just the burger with fries and bacon is 25 bucks before the drink and tip and tax. (for the record I'm not claiming The Keg is low quality just that their burger specifically is nothing particularly special for how much it costs.) The issue is that people are comparing Five guys to McDonalds only on the basis of it being a fast food joint but When accounting for quality Mcdonalds isn't even playing the same sport let alone in the same league. Neither is A&W, Wendy's, Burger king, or even Harveys.
TL;DR: Five guys prices are only bad if you compare them to other fast food places but when you compare them to other "Dine in" businesses that sell products of similar or even significantly worse quality Their prices are comparable and in many cases better. Is five guys expensive? yes, but only because you're paying for fresh, hand made high quality ingredients cooked to order. If it was branded as a "Gourmet burger joint" instead of a fast food place people wouldn't even bat an eye.
2024.05.15 01:36 m00nsh1n3_ No matter who I block I can't escape the "miniscule trucks are superior/I'm hauling feed with my Prius/outlaw F350s/I drove past a construction site and all the construction workers are driving beater sedans đ€Ș" discourse
 | I don't like new cars anyways, and I know a lot of what they're bitching about are the humongous three story grille daily driver pavement princess whatever's, but driving an egregiously huge vehicle feels saur good. Like a psychotic redneck lifted monstrosity, feats of laymen engineering that defy logic and sometimes performance. The first time I towed a camper I felt at peace. Watching the dually load up my curbed asbestos RV onto a flat bed and then it gets released and careens off onto faire grounds crushing native desert plants is just good old home brewed car pranks, motor sports, and excitement. My first truck, 90s F150, screwed me in the asshole but that one day that three different hot girls complimented me meant the world. Like be young ? Be dope ? Be proud? Like an American ???? submitted by m00nsh1n3_ to redscarepod [link] [comments] |
2024.05.15 00:19 Notactuallyashark Ragnar Zion Trail: Review and Recap
 | Iâve seen some posts over time regarding Ragnar trail races and thought Iâd give an overview of my experience! My team and I just finished the Ragnar Trail relay race outside of Zion National Park this past weekend. This was my first Ragnar. Warning: this post is going to be very long. submitted by Notactuallyashark to trailrunning [link] [comments] Basic Race Overview: Ragnar trails are relay races in which a team of 8 (or 4, if you want to do double the amount of loops with half the time of breaks in between) runs from a central campsite through a series of loops. After start, one runner is always out on the course until everyone has done all of their loops. For Ragnar Zion, we each ran 15 miles (for a team total of 120 miles). Each one of us had to run three loops: - Green Loop: 4 miles, ~300 ft gain - Yellow Loop: 4 miles, ~650 ft gain - Red Loop: 7 miles, ~ 950 ft gain Each loop begins from same location which is close to the campsite. Preparation : Full disclosure, I was not team captain so I donât have specific logistics of the sign up process. 8 of us signed up January. We had members from 3 different states and 1 from Canada. Some of us were avid runners, others ran a few 5ks before the race. I am a frequent runner and was running 15-20 miles per week mostly on trails. I didnât do any specific training plan, but I never have even when prepping for a half marathon, etc. I donât consider myself very competitive and all of us really just wanted to finish and have fun. Getting there/setting up: for this race Ragnar rented out Zion Ponderosa Ranch Resort. The race begins on Friday morning, but the campsite opened at noon Thursday. Our car got there around 4:30pm Thursday which Iâm very thankful for: there were very few campsites left in the trees. There was also a âfieldâ area without shade coverage at the ranch but we wanted the more authentic camping experience in the trees. You dropped your stuff off and were able to load it into a carriage of sorts (meant for horses) to pull up to your campsite while the driver took the car to the parking lot and took a shuttle back. I will say this process was EXTREMELY streamlined and easy, which was a definite theme the entire time during this race. I should note there was also a âglampingâ option in which there was already tents set up for you with electricity, etc. but our group didnât go for that as most of us were very happy to be camping. The Resort: Zion Ponderosa Ranch was beautiful and extremely well maintained. There was a pool and a hottub available for use and neither were ever very crowded. There was a couple actual restroom facilities that were extremely well maintained, both near each area to camp. Showers were in the same buildings and warm and free. It was advertised that there was rock climbing but nobody appeared to be doing it all weekend. There were a multitude of food options; we tried the Mexican food truck and it was legitimately the worst Mexican food Iâve had in my life, but had burgers that were being grilled outside and they were decent. My friends had the pizza inside the lodge once and it took forever to get to them but it was also good. Beer was available from the lodge and also they had a brewery with a stand with draught beer that was awesome, but I forget the name. The Expo: Tons of awesomeness here! Lots of free swag including nutrition, insole demos, physical therapy assessments and free taping, massages, chirp wheels, hot water and coffee, sâmoresâŠlive music, movies. The village was small but definitely effective. There wasnât campfires allowed in campgrounds however there were bonfires scattered around the resort. Unfortunately no show demos this race though Iâve heard at others there are. Also a store selling Ragnar swag and Zion stuff available to purchase at the lodge. Race Logistics: And now to the good stuff!! In order to get an accurate estimate of time, the team submitted our 10k road race paces. We ranged from 7:00 to 11:30 miles, most of us clustered around 10:00. Ragnar calculates that pace, bumped up due to trail conditions, to give you a start time for runner #1 and about when each consecutive runner will start. I will say we ended an hour and 45 minutes early so we had to actively estimate when to be ready ourselves! We started at 10:30 AM but the slowest teams started around 6:30 AM I believe and the fastest at 5:00 PM! When your teamâs current runner is a quarter mile from the end of the loop, your team name will be displayed on a screen near the start line to alert you to send your next runner to the transition tent to exchange the bib and belt. This was a very streamlined process also. The Course: The course was made up of 3 loops. I was assigned as runner #6 of 8, because I wanted to do red-yellow-green. All three loops zigzagged through rocks, sand, and dirt with a couple road crossings. No water crossings. Mostly rocky not a lot of roots, but some. EXTREMELY well marked even in the dark. The trails never felt congested though you always saw other runners. Single tracks in spots, dirt roads in others. Everyone was extremely polite and encouraging. There were photographers posted during the daytime in spots.
The Finish Line: This part was cute. Most teams ducked into the course at the last moment to finish with their last runner. The medals they gave were wooden plaques and pretty cool, and the backs of them lined up together among your team to say â120 ish miles together, a relay good timeâ. We also got cotton tshirts included that had a cool Ragnar Zion graphic. A bit bummed we didnât get athletic shirts as my captain had said she got at a different race before. I was able to exchange my small shirt for a larger one. Overall Impression: I mean, I LOVED doing this. The vibes were absolutely immaculate; it was truly an all-ages, all-sobrieties, all-abilities type event. The grounds were kept extremely clean and everyone was respectful at camp, and super friendly out on trail. It truly was a well oiled machine, you can tell Ragnar has the experience to put on this type of event successfully. It was exhausting and exhilarating. The only cons were how cold it was, particularly at night (around 40 degrees) and I wish the scenery reflected the beauty of the area a bit more. I would 10/10 do another Ragnar Trail, but I donât think Iâd do this one again (generally not a repeat course runner though). If you read all that hopefully you got some good information! Feel free to ask any questions! |
2024.05.14 21:35 lucidroachdreams Questions regarding new to me A.R.E. shell!
 | Hey guys, long time lurker here. submitted by lucidroachdreams to TruckCampers [link] [comments] I recently picked up a camper shell for my Ram 1500. Got it off of marketplace for a really hard to beat price, even despite not being a perfect fit. As you can see in the photos, the rear glass doesn't have the opportunity to close all the way. This is because of the tailgate lip that most Ram pickups come with now days. I've got about a half inch that I need in order to clear the gate so I can lock the shell at the T-handle. So my question is - would there happen to be a shim kit that I can purchase or 2" wide solid rubber strip that I can ply between the rim of the bed, and the footprint of the shell? I'm primarily looking for something that I can cut in three pieces and adhere to the sides of the bed rim. With intent to seal the lower and upper halves, but also to give me that 1/2" lift so my rear glass can close properly. Perhaps something that has a high shore value that doesn't compress or squish when pressure is applied to it. Furthermore, I'll be cleaning the bottom of the shell walls when I uninstall the cap to ensure I get a good seal. I also plan on sanding the outside down, and refinishing it to match the color of my truck. All the windows leak because a lack of silicone caulking. So, I've got an opportunity to finish a window job as well. That means that I might need some recommendations for sealant products that adhere to finished fiberglass. I've seen the GeoCel brand and a few marine products thrown around on forums, but I'd like to get some tertiary words before committing. Would any of you have any suggestions related to this part of the job as well? I've also got plans to replace both mesh screens on the inside of the sliding windows, as they've got a few tears in them. I've attached a photo of the serial on the inside of the shell so I can narrow down a reputable and hopefully cheap remedy to this issue. Let me know what you guys think! I know I'm in for a long ass project, but I'm excited to start building my camper out so I can get on the road soon. Thanks a ton! |
2024.05.14 20:48 cn-4 Show 05/18
 | If youâve got nothing going on this weekend, come support some local musicians at a local venue! Itâs a good chance to hear what the Chattanooga music scene has to offer, and an even better chance of having a good time and meeting new people! Thereâs going to be a food truck grilling some burgers as well! Hope to see you there! submitted by cn-4 to Chattanooga [link] [comments] |
2024.05.14 20:33 ChubbyDucky48 How do i add value to my truck?
i bought my 97 C1500 for $5800CAD ($4250USD) with 394K kilometres (244K miles). My truck is totally safetied as of recently and has no mechanical issues and the body is amazing. however iâve put on some fancy wheels, and iâm swapping out a lot of the exterior parks like bumpers, hood, grill, and some smaller fixes and plan on putting a brush guard and a visor on. iâm kinda expecting to be around $8500CAD in total by the end of my project but ive been seeing a lot of similarly priced trucks in similar condition that are posted for less than that. if i go to sell my truck i can obviously strip the wheels and brush guard and a few other things off, but im hoping to make at least $1000 in 2 or so years when i sell it and i donât know what kind of upgrades will add value or make my truck stand out from the rest. maybe touch up its custom paint job?
TLDR: what kind of repairs/upgrades add value to my truck with high mileage so i can make a profit?
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TLDR: what kind of repairs/upgrades add value to my truck with high mileage so i can make a profit?
2024.05.14 19:46 Boondoggle_1 Any of you guys/girls upgrade from an earlier (current body) to a 2024?
I've got a 2019 Sierra Denali. I drove a 2024 Denali Ultimate today, considering an upgrade. We arrived at a number for the new truck that I'd be very comfortable with but I can't get over a couple items on the 2024's.
First, I don't like the 22" wheel. Not at all. I vastly prefer my 2019 20" wheels with the larger tire. It just looks more "truck". If I went with the '24 I might actually ask them to swap wheels/tires between them.
Second, allegedly most/all of the more recent 24's are missing the full fender fillers in the rear? I'm not sure if this was entirely accurate since some of the others on the lot had the full rear filler. I really prefer the more finished look with the fillers back there. Is this an easy aftermarket add?
I guess other than those items the 2024 is slick. I was on the fence about the black grill vs the chrome I have now, but it was harder to hate the black in person (on a silver truck). The interior is quite an upgrade, for sure. That bigger display would be life changing. I didn't try the Super Cruise but I bet that's pretty slick too.
I promised to decide one way or another by this time tomorrow. I'm hoping some of you fine people on this sub can help sway me one way or another. Thanks in advance!
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First, I don't like the 22" wheel. Not at all. I vastly prefer my 2019 20" wheels with the larger tire. It just looks more "truck". If I went with the '24 I might actually ask them to swap wheels/tires between them.
Second, allegedly most/all of the more recent 24's are missing the full fender fillers in the rear? I'm not sure if this was entirely accurate since some of the others on the lot had the full rear filler. I really prefer the more finished look with the fillers back there. Is this an easy aftermarket add?
I guess other than those items the 2024 is slick. I was on the fence about the black grill vs the chrome I have now, but it was harder to hate the black in person (on a silver truck). The interior is quite an upgrade, for sure. That bigger display would be life changing. I didn't try the Super Cruise but I bet that's pretty slick too.
I promised to decide one way or another by this time tomorrow. I'm hoping some of you fine people on this sub can help sway me one way or another. Thanks in advance!
2024.05.14 18:49 32carsandcounting Update to my last post- found a good deal!
 | 10 hours round trip to pick her up yesterday, 03 Z71 with 258k miles. The truck is in great shape for the age, paint still shines and the leather is in great shape for the age and mileage, but definitely need new shocks all around, new tires (probably rims too) and the lumbar support for the drivers seat doesnât work. submitted by 32carsandcounting to GMT800 [link] [comments] Iâm pretty confident I can figure out the issue with the lumbar, I did it with my last one, but Iâm having a hard time finding which shocks I should get- after looking over the RPO codes it seems this one has âfront computer selectable suspensionâ? I thought auto leveling would be for the rear or all four, not just front, but no RPO codes for rear suspension that I found. Havenât had the chance to look for part numbers or anything underneath as itâs rained since we got the truck home. Looking to keep stock ride height and ride quality for now, would lift it but then it wouldnât fit in the garage đ Iâm already going to have to remove the roof racks to get it in there. Oh, and anybody have recommendations for black rims? Thinking of going with factory rims off a newer GM truck, 18s or 20s with thicker tires, but would love some opinions. |
2024.05.14 17:35 Electronic-Habit3791 2017 5.7 tradesman full four-door I think they called a crew cab I am installing a 3-In front 2-in rear leveling kit
Has anybody tried the leveling kit with 3-in front and 2-in rear? I'm curious to see what my truck will look like before I install it just a random question. My kit's supposed to be delivered today You know just normal questions. Has anybody installed this? Is there anything I'm going to run into that I should know about ahead of time? And ultimately what does it look like? I guess is probably the biggest question. I'm keeping factory rims and wheels for right now
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2024.05.14 17:25 PoolNoodleSamurai What does this to a carâs hood?
 | I noticed this unfortunate specimen while out running errands this morning. Itâs not my car. Iâm having trouble figuring out how there can be so much damage to the front of the hood, but no other part of the car. Also, what would do this? Driving right behind a road salt truck for a few miles? Tailgating a rally driver for an hour? I ask hoping that someone has seen something like this before and can explain what causes this. (Obviously itâs possible that some of the body panels were damaged and have been replaced, but there is no damage visible to the grill or the bumper or the roof or the windshield, so itâs weird that they would keep a messed-up hood, but replace everything else.) submitted by PoolNoodleSamurai to Autobody [link] [comments] |
2024.05.14 17:06 TheOtherwise_Flow 1998 b4000 wheel offset
Im looking to buy new summer rims for my b4000 with 16 inch and I understand that that you need 3.75 inch back spacing but Iâve also seen people put 0 offset rims on thier trucks instead of the -19 offset. Thereâs not a big selection of 16 inch rims with -19 offset.
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2024.05.14 16:30 Corruptfun As If It Were Kismet Prologue & Chapters 1-5
As If It Were Kismet: Prologue
Matt tore through the brush, blind in the dark. He didnât care where he was going. He only knew he needed to be elsewhere. Far from here.
Behind him a creature howled that shocked his mind. Itâs form was cruel and dangerous, though female. Nothing like the young woman she had once been. Nothing but a girl, a small and slight female.
Itâs guttural growls and howls only grew closer as Matt tried to pick between seeing where he was going and getting away. The few times he looked he caught sight of the creature behind him. Hopping through the air with a speed that told him he was being toyed with. As if he were a mouse being played with by a cat.
But the reflex in him to run kept him going. His adrenaline going as hard as it could. The tightness and burning in his core tensing and locking up as his legs felt like there were being burned from within while taking on more of a heaviness.
His lungs were starting to betray him as he tried to gulp big breaths of air but only rapid and shallow breaths were all that he could manage. His brain was starting to burnâŠ.and then he was falling.
Falling down the side of a hill he saw the creature dart in a spring towards him, imperceivably fast almost. Catching him in mid air it seemed.
Managing to wrap its body around him and cushion his impact against the ground as they rolled. His mind barely took in what was happening during the roll. Only starting to understand what was happening once they were still.
The creature's triple D-cup breasts were unmistakably pressed hard against his back as he laid facing up at the night sky.
For a few seconds the world stilled and the needle light pain hitting the center of his brain took over for the cooking heat his brain had felt. His whole body felt heavy and reluctant to move.
Even if he could have really moved, a dull ache came over his limbs making them feel stilled and trapped as if by immeasurable amounts of sand that had engulfed him.
Slowly the arms holding him started to move. Moving so the creature's hands could start exploring him. Causing Matt to unstoppably let out a pathetic moan that made him go cold inside as hands lifted up his shirt and started to touch his exposed stomach and then his chest.
He would have whimpered so pathetically had he not still been in the depths of terror.
As its hands felt and groped his pecs he tried to situp as if to get away. For his efforts, his reward was a hand around his throat and a collection snarls and growls against his ear. A beastly, guttural voice spat words at him while somehow holding a feminine tone.
âDonât moveâŠ.I donât know if I can calm downâŠâ
Her words were not helped by her moans in his ear and the subsequent kissing of his ear. The flesh of his ear going between her lips as she moaned and seemed to pant. Releasing it and licking the side of his face with a moist warmth. He could feel its spittle, viscous and coating his flesh where the tongue touched. He could smell something in his saliva. Something that subtly entranced him.
Matt went stock still with fear and the confusion of mixed arousal. He barely perceived her right hand traveling lower on his body. A surprised moan and shudder echoed in the night from Mattâs lips as she took ahold of him. Her hand above his pants but stillâŠ.stimulating him.
A light squeezing and almost probing of her digits kept him aroused and confused within her grasp. Resigning himself to the strange fate, Matt looked up at the stars as his mind tried not to shatter under the strange maelstrom of events and sensation that had started mere minutes ago.
His mind was only more confused as a slight figure, feminine in build, how it seemed to thunk the ground audibly as she landed on her feet out nowhere. Her knees barely bending under the pressure of the landing. Yet dirt was kicked up anyways and some of it onto Matt. Feeling it pepper his shirt and pants as it fell.
The figure, lit only faintly by moonlight, roared some dark tone Matt could only perceive as a demon as her eyes went bright with a crimson light. A light in the darkness that should not have been. âLet him go you bitch.â Was its words following the roar. Spittle escaping its mouth with faint droplets hit Matt's face.
The creature holding him by his throat and crotch seemed to tighten the grasp of both hands as it roared back. âHE IS MINE!â
The figure paused with a moment's hesitation. He was also her quarry. She had felt his fear without him knowing. His confused arousal. His fear. His terror.
And now he laid at the center of a struggle between two monsters. Unsure of who he wanted to win.
As If It Was Kismet Ch. 1
Matthew Berkshire hadnât seen his mom in two years. Not that he had seen her much over the last six years.
A messy divorce between messy people and momâs chaotic want for a life in Alaska had been one of the mostâŠupsetting times in life. Setting him up for so much of what had defined his life thus far but then that had really started two years before he ever turned.
His ear buds were basic and simple. A part of cheap five pack, common for his life as he was known to lose little things. Small things. They had a mix of metal and hard rock playing in them. Some classics, some alternative. Whatever made him feel something, anything. Even if it was hate. Anger. Rage. It was better than feeling numb. Not belonging.
The escalator down to his lone bag to go with his lone carry on showed his mom waiting for him. His had a type, thatâs for damn sure. Not that it helped him in the genetics department as he was stuck at 5â9â to go along with his motherâs five foot even as his dad stood six foot. Forever leaving him to feel small, to pale, under his dadâs shadow. Did he ever stand a chance?
The guy next to her with the unkempt former seventies porn stache was âDave.â Heâd met him twice when his mother came and visited him in Florida. To his credit the guy didnât look annoyed. Kind of concerned kind of which made Matthew want to break his frozen look but he was well practiced. Having removed any note of sadness from his face through muchâŠtribulation.
His motherâs look on her face betrayed a hint of worry as the bruises on his face lightly showed up close. Saying his name was his like a distant echo that belonged to someone else.
Dave cut in and pulled out his right headphone. âWhat the hell bud, they knock you hard enough to hurt hearing? Your momâs asking how you are doing.â
Matthew pulled out the other bud and grunted an empty âsorry.â
âYou still have bruises after two week? What did they do to you?â His momâs voice was full of worry. Something he hadnât heard inâŠ.too long. Too long to make him feel anything. To ever make him believe there was any sincerity to her words. To not think her voice and mannerisms were an act. An act by someone whoâŠwasnât really there.
âItâs only fair. I took a nose. Fractured a couple orbital bones. Left one with having to get his jaw wired shut. And one will never walk right again for what I did to his knee cap.â Matthew said it all with a bored and disinterested tone. Perhaps well rehearsed.
âMy man, handing out ass kickings, not bothering to take names.â Dave was quick to be the typical manâs man about it. Matthew wasnât quite done yet. Lifting up his shirt to expose the right side near his kidney. Revealing a nasty scar from a six inch blade. âLuckily they gave me this first so they could rule it all in self-defense. The fuck didnât get it in more than inch before I ruined his knee cap and then I took the nose of one of the fucks holding me.â Now he chose to smile keeping the well practiced dead look in his eyes.
No retorts. No questions. Just horrified looks on their faces. As he liked. As he preferred. They could hate him. They could be disgusted by him. But by God they would fear him.
âWell the doc did a good job sewing you up.â Dave commented uncomfortably. âDissolving sutures. Ainât they grand.â He smiled again and let it abruptly fall off his face and started walking to the carousel for the baggage claim.
Waiting and making small talk with Dave as his mother stood in silence. He was not the little boy she abandoned. The little boy she left with an angry man. While never hitting him. Left him in constant fear till he turned twelve and just didnât care anymore. Something snapped. Broke. And he didnât care if he died. Didnât care if he stole. Didnât even care if he killed. He just knew not to get caught. Something left over from his grandfatherâs wisdom which came to make more and more sense with each passing year of life since that thing inside him broke.
Finally his bag came around and Dave went to try first to grab it but Dave practically leapt ahead of him. âIs that your grandfatherâs rucksack bag?â his mother asked in a perplexed voice.
âFigured itâs been around since Viet Nam. So itâd serve me better than any of the worthless stuff they called luggage.â Dave commented after Matthewâs words. âWell hell yeah I still got mine from Desert Storm. You know the first one.â Dave laughed and Matthew eyed him oddly. Be it in the south or whether it was Alaska, country boys are country boys he guessed.
The car ride to the two peopleâs house, as Matthew thought of them. Was uneventful and full of vistas he imagined metropolitan types wetting themselves over. At most they meant isolation to him. Furtherness from the world as there were no mountains in Florida. And what mountains he had last seen in another state had been when he was eight. Another life, to Matthew it felt like. A life alien to him.
As If It Was Kismet Ch 2
Dave and his momâs place was some two story type tucked into a tree line far up an elevated point. It was by no means the highest point in the mountain but it certainly felt up there.
Rocks were where the driveway should have been Matthew thought. Grabbing his backpack and rucksack from Daveâs jeep was no hard thing for him. Matthew was in formidable shape for someone his age, maybe even five years older. He had gotten a mix of fairly big shoulders and arms along with the chest to go for it when compared to most kids his age. A side effect of working out at least twice a day. First thing in the morning, some time in the evening, and the schoolâs gym when had had a good semester in school before he had to leave Florida.
Dave tried to come up and help him but Matthew walked past him towards the house. His mom was not sure what to make of his demeanor. Matthew was not the sweet kind boy he had once been. But she had been gone from his life essentially for a long time.
Ushering him into the house she cracked some joke he did not hear. He was too busy looking about and seeing a mix of old outdated decorating mixed with the strange and odd flair of his mother. Color contrasting against drab and dated. Like brightly painting over an old home that was falling apart he thought.
âYour room is this way Mattie.â His mom brightly intoned.
Without expressing any interest he followed his mother. Still faced and nonplussed. Just going along with the current. Pushed and pulled with its roll like a piece of driftwood.
The room was simple. A single small bed. A set of rubber weights with a curl bar and barbells. âYour dad said you were into weight lifting so we got you a bunch of stuff. Dave says it looks like his departmentâs gym almost. The womanâs smile felt very alien to him.
âThank you. I appreciate it. Iâve got most of my stuff from home.â Matthew starting unpacking his rucksack and pulled out cables of repetitive and mixed colors. A single plastic barbell handle. The ruck sack could be filled with water bottles for added weight during pushups he figured. Remembering a Michael Keaton movie he watched with his dad post-Batman movies where he played a convicted killer using plastic bags filled with water for weights.
Matthew caught movement outside his lone fairly large window that could let him step out onto the roof of the house given its layout.
He saw a number of people running together through what he guessed was the backyard of the property, not that it had any fences to mark boundaries
They wore clothes that looked similar yet different from each other at the same time.âOh those are the Johnstonâs. Really nice bunch of people. Been on the mountain for a long time Dave tells me.â
Matthew looked at the group of people running and noticed the lack of resemblance. âThey are related?â Matthew quizzically asked. Seeing a black and possibly a hispanic person amongst the bland looking white people.
âOh well they are all adopted but for one or two of themâŠbesides the parents of course. The family has a long tradition of taking in orphans they say. Real nice of them to do that donât you think.â
Matthew looked at his mother and the hosier accent made no sense to him as he arched his left eye brow. Her and his dad were both from Florida. Born and raised. Sure her parents were from New York city butâŠ
Matthew shook his lightly without turning to look at his mother as his vision was grabbed by one of the runners in particular. A girl of moderate height. Soft brunette. A plain beauty he figured with a slim buildâŠ.and lack of remarkable breasts and rear to make any note of butâŠ.girls in general were his type at his age.
She was pretty enough. He couldnât deny that but he found himself transfixed by her visage.
But the way she turned and looked at him, especially at that distance felt very disconcerting to him. Even if she was smiling likeâŠshe was a taste of a bright shiny day. Somehow.
Matthewâs mom noticed the exchange and smiled to herself with closed lips. âOh thatâs Vicky. Sheâs your age I think. Very sweet girl, who does the charity functions. You know bake sales, blood drives, car washes and the like. I think you should get to know her. Might be good for you.â
A truck horn sounded a couple of beeps in rather succession. âOh that must be Mack, he said he might come by later this evening but he seems early.â
Matthewâs mother turned and left his room. Leaving Matthew to exchange a few looks with the alluring Vicky as she turned her head away from him to talk to the others in her group and look back at him.
Still Matthewâs left eyebrow was arched. In a way that reminded him of Spock from Star Trek that he and his grandpa used to watch on some streaming service or another.
As he heard ambient chatter elsewhere outside the house he figured to check it out as the alluring sight of Vicky would be around he figured. It was dull to stare at artwork. He was a boy who preferred jet skis and the like. Something he could ride and enjoy immensely. Even if at times it got him stabbed.
As If It Was Kismet Ch 3
Matthew sauntered out of the house and down the rockway that stood in for a driveway.
A few new people had come over from what he could first surmise of the situation. As he got closer it was obvious they were indigenous people. A couple of grown menâŠand a girl?
She was mousey. Maybe five foot. Hiding behind glasses and a big camo jacket that was far too big for her. It looked made for a grown man and the backwards trucker hat on her head kept her long black a beautiful mess of sorts.
She was cute in a way. A little androgynous but she had a cute energy to her. She reminded him of the more tomboyish Puerto Rican girls he had gotten into back in Florida. Given the deer corpses in the back of the truckâŠ.probably more dangerous to play with given the men in her family.
Small chatter passed between the adults when the girl noticed but turned away, trying to hide the tiny hint of a smile.
âOh Mattie, this is Mack. He works with Dave at the sheriffâs department and John, heâs with fish and wildlife.â Matthew nodded at his momâs words with some blankness as he looked at the deer the in the back of the pickup truck.
âGale tells us you hunted with your dad some in Florida and Georgia.â Mack offered with a light hearted laugh camouflaged by his big simple and cheery but husky way he spoke.
Looking in the back of the truck he spoke. âWe used lever action thirty-thirties and Mosin Nagants in seven-six-two-fifty-four-rimmed.â Mack and John whistled in an exaggerated fashion. Leaving Matthew to wonder if they were mocking him.
Mack spoke. âWell we just used thirty-odd-six in a custom gussied Garand.â That caught Matthewâs attention. âYou have a GarandâŠâ Matthew finally demonstrated interest in anything. âMy dad has an SVT-40 and a Hakim 8mm but he always wanted a Garand but was too cheap to buy one.â
Gale, his mother, chimed in loudly. âOh his Dad loved his guns but was such an odd duck about how he bought or why he bought them. Never made sense to me how he wasnât a collector but he didnât get the latest and greatest.â Gale laughed uncomfortably. At least it seemed that way to Matthew.
Matthew pointed to the girl with an underhanded pointing hand. âAnd who is this? A cute little mute mouse or does she have a name?â Dave and the other men laughed.
Mack again spoke. âWell you people call her Rebecca, sheâs my adopted daughter.â Matthew was taken aback by what he heard. âYou people?â
Rebecca kindly spoke with a soft but almost melodic voice as she struggled to maintain eye contact. âWhite people or rather not members of our tribe. Itâs just easier to appease the colonizer kind of thing. Borrowed from when the Jesuit missionaries chased us up here.â
Mack stepped in. âItâs just easier to have white people names than have them try to say our tribal names. And we donât want them shortening or Anglicising our names kind of thing.â Rebecca stepped back into the conversation cutting off her adopted father. âItâs an insult to our history basically.â
Matthew cocked his head sideways raising his eyebrows shortly before letting them drop. âWell as soon as Iâm eighteen Iâm out of here and back to Florida so Iâm a sort of involuntary colonizer of sorts. So I wonât be taking any of your land from you. The Seminoles on the other hand are still shit out of luck.â
Rebeccaâs smile caused Matthew to reflexively smile. Mack made the moment more awkward. âSee Becca, I told you someone off the reservation would like you some. You just have to be creative.â Mack laughed in a chiding mannerâŠMatthew presumed. He sensed that he was the butt of some kind of cultural joke. Like marrying a white guy was some sort of insult or mark of shame. That kind of thing.
Rebecca turning away from him was not something he had been expecting. Her then getting in the truck in a huff left the group in a silence for a moment.
Dave spoke to break the awkward silence. âWell just bring the truck to work on Monday and leave it for me to grab up.â Mack acknowledged Dave and they started to get off as Rebecca looked at Matthew for another instance. Matthew couldnât look away for some reason as the two seemed to lock eyes for an instance.
Till Vicky and family seemed to come jogging down the road. While Matthewâs eyes diverted from Rebeccaâs. Hers did not till she realized he was looking elsewhere. And her vision found Vicky and what had been a hint of smile on her face turned glum and disappointed.
Matthew did not look away from the vision of Vicky but instead of a starry eyed fool looking longingly. It was a baffled look. Well baffled for him, with his eyes drawn narrow and night with a focus.
There was something about herâŠhe couldnât quite put a name too. The way she appeared to him. One second brunette. The next second blonde or blonde like. As if the color appeared in her air and disappeared in fractions of seconds. Much the same way her body almost seemed toâŠshiftâŠvery subtlyâŠsmoothly. A nicer bum. Larger breasts. And then back to a simple and plain form. Feminine no doubt. Attractive. But not soâŠremarkable.
As If It Was Kismet Ch 4
The next two days passed without incident. Nothing of any real substance or challenge to note.
Matthew got settled somewhat and started working out almost immediately. Exploring around the woods but Dave told him not to go far. Especially without a hunting rifle. Dave had left a simple semi-auto Winchester out for him. His bear gun as Dave referred to it with its four round magazine. But Matt figured till he got some practice with the rifle to leave it alone. He made a hiking stick like his grandpa taught him and treated it over a low fire. He would take some electrical tape for the end his hand would grip around. Plenty enough to ward off anything smaller than a bear he figured.
The ride to school was a pain in the neck but simple enough. Dave would let him use a clunker pickup truck he had laying around. It wasnât pretty but it would get him to and from. Even if it was from the eighties and still backfired on occasion. But for now Dave and his mom took him on their way to the sheriffâs department.
It wasnât much of a school. It wanted to be modern but its fifties original construction was very obvious. It serviced the pipeline families and familysâ of fisherman who worked the seasons in between their time at the pipeline.
Matt was to report to the principal for some reason Dave and his mom wouldnât share. Which annoyed him but he figured it was to read him the law of land. Small towns with their big views of the outside world and like.
Dressed in jeans, a grey sweatshirt under a light jacket with steel toed boots set him more apart then he expected. His buzzed head didnât help matters. Already he was feeling like a stranger in a strange land but he was quite strange after all. And he liked it that way. Normal people were so pathetically disappointing to him.
A secretary or assistant or some such led him to the principalâs office. Where it reeked of real wood that was old and fabric and upholstery that needed to be updated for the last twenty years, Matt figured.
âThis is Matthew Berkshire, Principal Andrews.â The man was turned with his back to the door and he was quick to wave her off as he turned her around.
He was an older man. Fat and large. Tall with a body built like he had once been fit and a demeanour of annoyed and irate already as he fixed Matt with a scowl and look of disgust. Another worthless government whore. Matt thought to himself. His father and his grandfather had bestowed unto him a natural disrespect for government workers and the figures that wore unjustified authority as a shield but pretended the weight of the state was not at their back ready to crush all who resisted. Little figures of valor pretending to be mighty and alone but acting with the tyranny of the state and all the backing.
âMr. Berkshire, please sit down.â His tone wasnât unusually hostile, just gruff. As if he had better things to do.
Matt complied and took a seat in the chair while maintaining a friendly facade. Not everyone was an enemy. And not everyone needed to be an enemy. Even if anybody could be any enemy. There was no reason to make enemies you didnât have to. Another of his grandfatherâs bastardised wisdoms.
âWell I looked over you file and you have quite the history Mr. Berkshire.â Matt resisted qiuping back a joke. Instead he waited for Principal Andrews to continue as he remained nonplussed and looking as if he felt no need to respond. A simple head tilt with dead eyes looking back at the principle as if he was not even there would suffice.
Mattâs reaction or lack of a reaction rather made Principal Andrews only narrow his eyes with examination. He was not used to a kid not responding to him. Especially with his gruff and hard act going on.
âWell by all accounts you moved here after some problems at your last school. A fight broke out and you did some real harm to your fellow students it appears.â Of course, he would take the side of the perpetrators. School administrators always did. Especially when they werenât white. Just a fact of the times. Cowardice and pathetic mediocrity was the way they leaned, like good government workers sucking the dick of Big Daddy government. Worthless whores.
Matt chose to reply. âOh you mean the criminals that stabbed me. Got arrested at the hospital and then pled to felonies. Yeah Florida, with the American counties are good like that.â Principal Andrews went real still. No shame. No fear. No penitence. He didnât like that.
âWell be it as it may Mr. Berkshire we donât tolerate that kind of behaviour hereâŠâ Matt cut him off responding with a deadpan tone. âYou mean self-defense meant to save oneâs own life while the cowardly and pathetic school workers look on with zero interest but to keep their money rolling in and will allow known gang members with records of violent acts and crimes that should have them expelled many times over, where in certain Democrat counties such cowardice and idiocy empowered a couple school shooters?â
Principal Andrews looked at the Matt with a note of disgust. âLook here Mr. Berkshire, your beliefs matter not one bit here. This isnât Florida. We donât like our way of life being disrupted by outside agitators who have problems with authority.â
Matt did his best not to roll his eyes and let the older fat man drone own as he dead-stared him. Lifeless and without emotion.
The man came to a finish and Matt spoke up without having listened to him or paid him any attention. âGreat now thatâs taken care of. Can I please get to class and finish my sentence of two years at your wonderful school?â
Principal Andrews huffed and snorted before calling in Vicky. Vicky stood in the corner after entering with a quiet and seamless presence. Matt felt disturbed and tried not betray his feelings as the young Vicky was perceived and not perceived to be moving.
Principal Andrews made the introductions and Matt nodded back. She was to be his chaperone for the day. They had the same classes and she was to show him the ropes so to speak. The ins and outs of the school. The locations of their classes.
He recognized her. It was hard not to. The way her appearance seemed to shift fluidly almost. The petite and skinny brunette ever so lightly had a big bust and blonde hair with curves added when she seemed to shift before his eyes. Like watching a film but each frame had a different person.
Matt didnât say anything about it. Even if he did he would only be acknowledging his crazed state, if he had one. If.
Unlike an obedient puppy dog he got up in a slow and awkward fashion and followed behind her as his oddly disproportionate frame allowed. Causing her a note of concern for some reason. As if she was seeing something she shouldnât have beenâŠ.Or he was just weird. And Matt could admit to himself he was just weird. Part of his charm, he would jest about it at times. Not that he had many people to jest to now.
As If It Were Kismet Ch. 5
Following Vicky into the hall off to their first class was simple. She exchanged small talk and he slightly smiled as if to obviously suggest he was just being polite.
Inside his head, Matt was trying to figure out if he was having a psychotic break. The way Vicky looked kept changing and he looked at the other people around him and they stayed the same.
He was searching his mind as they were walking. And thus he wasnât paying attention to where he was looking and so fell to his face forward over his feet seemingly out of nowhere.
A series of laughs erupted as it sunk in that he was obviously tripped. Like in prison this was a challenge to his superiority. If he let this pass he would be mocked and sneered at by this same group of boys. He wouldnât walk to them like he was going to do nothing like a little bitch.
In a rage he turned and punched the stomach of the first face he saw. Some typical blonde haired wannabe jock. He knew from experience not to aim for the ribs. Instead he needed to aim for where he thought the belly button was.
Yells and screams blindly echoed around him as his after the punch he followed up his elbow of the opposite arm slamming into the face of the jock. Harder than a fist, the elbow struck the jockâs jaw and seemingly dropped him against a locker. Just in time to catch an errant and soft punch to the nose that sure enough hurt but did little to slow him down as his dad had taught him to fight through the pain. Blood and scars happened. They were a natural consequence of life to a man.
Taking the punch and falling further into his red state Matt headbutted the punch thrower before another guy arm bared his throat from behind. Which he managed to get his grip on the arm over a letterman jacked and jerk the unprepared boy to the side with him still latched on.
A few feet away from the lockers Matt knew his only chance was to jump and push off the lockers and knock the boy to the ground and so he did. He heard a thunk of the boyâs skull bouncing off the ground and he turned to pull out of the grapple.
The beatings he had taken from his father, the grapples, being choked unconscious. Had prepared him for fighting little bitches who didnât know what a fight was. It wasnât gay porn with rabbit punch fists flying.
Blood was running down his face and the pain started to hit him as the threats had been eliminated. Only then did he remember to breathe. Taking breathes as Vicky came up to him with tissues and took a hold of his nose.
âOwww owww owww what the fuck my nose could be broken.â He said to Vicky as she pulled his head up and back.
âItâs ok Carl. Itâs done.â Matt tried to look to see who Vicky was talking to. It was a boy taller than his 5â9â by more than a small margin. The boy eyed him bored and annoyed before speaking. âWhat happened here?â An unoriginal line but one Matt couldnât be a smart aleck about. âWell you see there was an outbreak of tripping and we all tripped over my dick. It happens.â Matt was about to laugh when Vicky seemed to pull up while still gripping his nose causing Matt no small amount of pain which he audibly evidenced.
Vicky spoke in a tone he wasnât expecting. As if she was accustomed to issuing orders. âKeep Iris away from the hall till we sanitize the site. We have blood from at least three people contaminating the site. And have Jake bring me a spare jacket and shirt for this moron.â
Carl seemed to acknowledge her orders and seemed to blink away. Maybe the punch hit harder than he expected. He had no time to wonder as Vick took her hand away from his and pushed him against the lockers. With ease he had not been expecting from her form and stature.
Before he could respond Vicky licked his blood covered chin and then his lips and spoke to him. âFocus on me you little blood bag.â Her tone had an annoyed yet feminine sneer.
âLook into my eyes. Look at me. You belong to me. You are just another food source in a collection of food sources.â Her eyes were a beautiful hazel Matt thought. Almost green. Pretty like jewels in some old treasure collections. The eyes he could get lost in before kissing her. Finally Vicky was just a slight and petite brunette and he thought she was beautiful.
She would make a hell of a girlfriend. Some cute thing he could see laying on the beach in Florida on their sides laughing and smiling before trading light kisses while hands wandered innocently. Before his mind could drift further he felt her lips on his. It took him a second to mentally grasp the kiss but his arms were around her back as her hands were at his sides. His eyes reflexively closed as he saw hers close.
It was ineffable to Matt. Beyond words, what was happening. The kiss, the moments beforehand. The way his brain tickled with electricity and gentle warmth. He had never had a kiss like this and he had traded more than a few kisses with at least a few girls.
The kiss was like a warm bath with his consciousness slipping beneath the surface. Their lips only parted to try new angles and approaches as Matt struggled to take in breath. It was a moment he could have stayed trapped in forâŠ.he didnât know. But a curt throat clearing by another girl pulled them out of the moment.
The girl was taller than Vicky. Blonde. With slight curves. Vicky addressed her bewildered and gobsmacked, and perhaps a bit embarrassed. âTina?â
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Matt tore through the brush, blind in the dark. He didnât care where he was going. He only knew he needed to be elsewhere. Far from here.
Behind him a creature howled that shocked his mind. Itâs form was cruel and dangerous, though female. Nothing like the young woman she had once been. Nothing but a girl, a small and slight female.
Itâs guttural growls and howls only grew closer as Matt tried to pick between seeing where he was going and getting away. The few times he looked he caught sight of the creature behind him. Hopping through the air with a speed that told him he was being toyed with. As if he were a mouse being played with by a cat.
But the reflex in him to run kept him going. His adrenaline going as hard as it could. The tightness and burning in his core tensing and locking up as his legs felt like there were being burned from within while taking on more of a heaviness.
His lungs were starting to betray him as he tried to gulp big breaths of air but only rapid and shallow breaths were all that he could manage. His brain was starting to burnâŠ.and then he was falling.
Falling down the side of a hill he saw the creature dart in a spring towards him, imperceivably fast almost. Catching him in mid air it seemed.
Managing to wrap its body around him and cushion his impact against the ground as they rolled. His mind barely took in what was happening during the roll. Only starting to understand what was happening once they were still.
The creature's triple D-cup breasts were unmistakably pressed hard against his back as he laid facing up at the night sky.
For a few seconds the world stilled and the needle light pain hitting the center of his brain took over for the cooking heat his brain had felt. His whole body felt heavy and reluctant to move.
Even if he could have really moved, a dull ache came over his limbs making them feel stilled and trapped as if by immeasurable amounts of sand that had engulfed him.
Slowly the arms holding him started to move. Moving so the creature's hands could start exploring him. Causing Matt to unstoppably let out a pathetic moan that made him go cold inside as hands lifted up his shirt and started to touch his exposed stomach and then his chest.
He would have whimpered so pathetically had he not still been in the depths of terror.
As its hands felt and groped his pecs he tried to situp as if to get away. For his efforts, his reward was a hand around his throat and a collection snarls and growls against his ear. A beastly, guttural voice spat words at him while somehow holding a feminine tone.
âDonât moveâŠ.I donât know if I can calm downâŠâ
Her words were not helped by her moans in his ear and the subsequent kissing of his ear. The flesh of his ear going between her lips as she moaned and seemed to pant. Releasing it and licking the side of his face with a moist warmth. He could feel its spittle, viscous and coating his flesh where the tongue touched. He could smell something in his saliva. Something that subtly entranced him.
Matt went stock still with fear and the confusion of mixed arousal. He barely perceived her right hand traveling lower on his body. A surprised moan and shudder echoed in the night from Mattâs lips as she took ahold of him. Her hand above his pants but stillâŠ.stimulating him.
A light squeezing and almost probing of her digits kept him aroused and confused within her grasp. Resigning himself to the strange fate, Matt looked up at the stars as his mind tried not to shatter under the strange maelstrom of events and sensation that had started mere minutes ago.
His mind was only more confused as a slight figure, feminine in build, how it seemed to thunk the ground audibly as she landed on her feet out nowhere. Her knees barely bending under the pressure of the landing. Yet dirt was kicked up anyways and some of it onto Matt. Feeling it pepper his shirt and pants as it fell.
The figure, lit only faintly by moonlight, roared some dark tone Matt could only perceive as a demon as her eyes went bright with a crimson light. A light in the darkness that should not have been. âLet him go you bitch.â Was its words following the roar. Spittle escaping its mouth with faint droplets hit Matt's face.
The creature holding him by his throat and crotch seemed to tighten the grasp of both hands as it roared back. âHE IS MINE!â
The figure paused with a moment's hesitation. He was also her quarry. She had felt his fear without him knowing. His confused arousal. His fear. His terror.
And now he laid at the center of a struggle between two monsters. Unsure of who he wanted to win.
As If It Was Kismet Ch. 1
Matthew Berkshire hadnât seen his mom in two years. Not that he had seen her much over the last six years.
A messy divorce between messy people and momâs chaotic want for a life in Alaska had been one of the mostâŠupsetting times in life. Setting him up for so much of what had defined his life thus far but then that had really started two years before he ever turned.
His ear buds were basic and simple. A part of cheap five pack, common for his life as he was known to lose little things. Small things. They had a mix of metal and hard rock playing in them. Some classics, some alternative. Whatever made him feel something, anything. Even if it was hate. Anger. Rage. It was better than feeling numb. Not belonging.
The escalator down to his lone bag to go with his lone carry on showed his mom waiting for him. His had a type, thatâs for damn sure. Not that it helped him in the genetics department as he was stuck at 5â9â to go along with his motherâs five foot even as his dad stood six foot. Forever leaving him to feel small, to pale, under his dadâs shadow. Did he ever stand a chance?
The guy next to her with the unkempt former seventies porn stache was âDave.â Heâd met him twice when his mother came and visited him in Florida. To his credit the guy didnât look annoyed. Kind of concerned kind of which made Matthew want to break his frozen look but he was well practiced. Having removed any note of sadness from his face through muchâŠtribulation.
His motherâs look on her face betrayed a hint of worry as the bruises on his face lightly showed up close. Saying his name was his like a distant echo that belonged to someone else.
Dave cut in and pulled out his right headphone. âWhat the hell bud, they knock you hard enough to hurt hearing? Your momâs asking how you are doing.â
Matthew pulled out the other bud and grunted an empty âsorry.â
âYou still have bruises after two week? What did they do to you?â His momâs voice was full of worry. Something he hadnât heard inâŠ.too long. Too long to make him feel anything. To ever make him believe there was any sincerity to her words. To not think her voice and mannerisms were an act. An act by someone whoâŠwasnât really there.
âItâs only fair. I took a nose. Fractured a couple orbital bones. Left one with having to get his jaw wired shut. And one will never walk right again for what I did to his knee cap.â Matthew said it all with a bored and disinterested tone. Perhaps well rehearsed.
âMy man, handing out ass kickings, not bothering to take names.â Dave was quick to be the typical manâs man about it. Matthew wasnât quite done yet. Lifting up his shirt to expose the right side near his kidney. Revealing a nasty scar from a six inch blade. âLuckily they gave me this first so they could rule it all in self-defense. The fuck didnât get it in more than inch before I ruined his knee cap and then I took the nose of one of the fucks holding me.â Now he chose to smile keeping the well practiced dead look in his eyes.
No retorts. No questions. Just horrified looks on their faces. As he liked. As he preferred. They could hate him. They could be disgusted by him. But by God they would fear him.
âWell the doc did a good job sewing you up.â Dave commented uncomfortably. âDissolving sutures. Ainât they grand.â He smiled again and let it abruptly fall off his face and started walking to the carousel for the baggage claim.
Waiting and making small talk with Dave as his mother stood in silence. He was not the little boy she abandoned. The little boy she left with an angry man. While never hitting him. Left him in constant fear till he turned twelve and just didnât care anymore. Something snapped. Broke. And he didnât care if he died. Didnât care if he stole. Didnât even care if he killed. He just knew not to get caught. Something left over from his grandfatherâs wisdom which came to make more and more sense with each passing year of life since that thing inside him broke.
Finally his bag came around and Dave went to try first to grab it but Dave practically leapt ahead of him. âIs that your grandfatherâs rucksack bag?â his mother asked in a perplexed voice.
âFigured itâs been around since Viet Nam. So itâd serve me better than any of the worthless stuff they called luggage.â Dave commented after Matthewâs words. âWell hell yeah I still got mine from Desert Storm. You know the first one.â Dave laughed and Matthew eyed him oddly. Be it in the south or whether it was Alaska, country boys are country boys he guessed.
The car ride to the two peopleâs house, as Matthew thought of them. Was uneventful and full of vistas he imagined metropolitan types wetting themselves over. At most they meant isolation to him. Furtherness from the world as there were no mountains in Florida. And what mountains he had last seen in another state had been when he was eight. Another life, to Matthew it felt like. A life alien to him.
As If It Was Kismet Ch 2
Dave and his momâs place was some two story type tucked into a tree line far up an elevated point. It was by no means the highest point in the mountain but it certainly felt up there.
Rocks were where the driveway should have been Matthew thought. Grabbing his backpack and rucksack from Daveâs jeep was no hard thing for him. Matthew was in formidable shape for someone his age, maybe even five years older. He had gotten a mix of fairly big shoulders and arms along with the chest to go for it when compared to most kids his age. A side effect of working out at least twice a day. First thing in the morning, some time in the evening, and the schoolâs gym when had had a good semester in school before he had to leave Florida.
Dave tried to come up and help him but Matthew walked past him towards the house. His mom was not sure what to make of his demeanor. Matthew was not the sweet kind boy he had once been. But she had been gone from his life essentially for a long time.
Ushering him into the house she cracked some joke he did not hear. He was too busy looking about and seeing a mix of old outdated decorating mixed with the strange and odd flair of his mother. Color contrasting against drab and dated. Like brightly painting over an old home that was falling apart he thought.
âYour room is this way Mattie.â His mom brightly intoned.
Without expressing any interest he followed his mother. Still faced and nonplussed. Just going along with the current. Pushed and pulled with its roll like a piece of driftwood.
The room was simple. A single small bed. A set of rubber weights with a curl bar and barbells. âYour dad said you were into weight lifting so we got you a bunch of stuff. Dave says it looks like his departmentâs gym almost. The womanâs smile felt very alien to him.
âThank you. I appreciate it. Iâve got most of my stuff from home.â Matthew starting unpacking his rucksack and pulled out cables of repetitive and mixed colors. A single plastic barbell handle. The ruck sack could be filled with water bottles for added weight during pushups he figured. Remembering a Michael Keaton movie he watched with his dad post-Batman movies where he played a convicted killer using plastic bags filled with water for weights.
Matthew caught movement outside his lone fairly large window that could let him step out onto the roof of the house given its layout.
He saw a number of people running together through what he guessed was the backyard of the property, not that it had any fences to mark boundaries
They wore clothes that looked similar yet different from each other at the same time.âOh those are the Johnstonâs. Really nice bunch of people. Been on the mountain for a long time Dave tells me.â
Matthew looked at the group of people running and noticed the lack of resemblance. âThey are related?â Matthew quizzically asked. Seeing a black and possibly a hispanic person amongst the bland looking white people.
âOh well they are all adopted but for one or two of themâŠbesides the parents of course. The family has a long tradition of taking in orphans they say. Real nice of them to do that donât you think.â
Matthew looked at his mother and the hosier accent made no sense to him as he arched his left eye brow. Her and his dad were both from Florida. Born and raised. Sure her parents were from New York city butâŠ
Matthew shook his lightly without turning to look at his mother as his vision was grabbed by one of the runners in particular. A girl of moderate height. Soft brunette. A plain beauty he figured with a slim buildâŠ.and lack of remarkable breasts and rear to make any note of butâŠ.girls in general were his type at his age.
She was pretty enough. He couldnât deny that but he found himself transfixed by her visage.
But the way she turned and looked at him, especially at that distance felt very disconcerting to him. Even if she was smiling likeâŠshe was a taste of a bright shiny day. Somehow.
Matthewâs mom noticed the exchange and smiled to herself with closed lips. âOh thatâs Vicky. Sheâs your age I think. Very sweet girl, who does the charity functions. You know bake sales, blood drives, car washes and the like. I think you should get to know her. Might be good for you.â
A truck horn sounded a couple of beeps in rather succession. âOh that must be Mack, he said he might come by later this evening but he seems early.â
Matthewâs mother turned and left his room. Leaving Matthew to exchange a few looks with the alluring Vicky as she turned her head away from him to talk to the others in her group and look back at him.
Still Matthewâs left eyebrow was arched. In a way that reminded him of Spock from Star Trek that he and his grandpa used to watch on some streaming service or another.
As he heard ambient chatter elsewhere outside the house he figured to check it out as the alluring sight of Vicky would be around he figured. It was dull to stare at artwork. He was a boy who preferred jet skis and the like. Something he could ride and enjoy immensely. Even if at times it got him stabbed.
As If It Was Kismet Ch 3
Matthew sauntered out of the house and down the rockway that stood in for a driveway.
A few new people had come over from what he could first surmise of the situation. As he got closer it was obvious they were indigenous people. A couple of grown menâŠand a girl?
She was mousey. Maybe five foot. Hiding behind glasses and a big camo jacket that was far too big for her. It looked made for a grown man and the backwards trucker hat on her head kept her long black a beautiful mess of sorts.
She was cute in a way. A little androgynous but she had a cute energy to her. She reminded him of the more tomboyish Puerto Rican girls he had gotten into back in Florida. Given the deer corpses in the back of the truckâŠ.probably more dangerous to play with given the men in her family.
Small chatter passed between the adults when the girl noticed but turned away, trying to hide the tiny hint of a smile.
âOh Mattie, this is Mack. He works with Dave at the sheriffâs department and John, heâs with fish and wildlife.â Matthew nodded at his momâs words with some blankness as he looked at the deer the in the back of the pickup truck.
âGale tells us you hunted with your dad some in Florida and Georgia.â Mack offered with a light hearted laugh camouflaged by his big simple and cheery but husky way he spoke.
Looking in the back of the truck he spoke. âWe used lever action thirty-thirties and Mosin Nagants in seven-six-two-fifty-four-rimmed.â Mack and John whistled in an exaggerated fashion. Leaving Matthew to wonder if they were mocking him.
Mack spoke. âWell we just used thirty-odd-six in a custom gussied Garand.â That caught Matthewâs attention. âYou have a GarandâŠâ Matthew finally demonstrated interest in anything. âMy dad has an SVT-40 and a Hakim 8mm but he always wanted a Garand but was too cheap to buy one.â
Gale, his mother, chimed in loudly. âOh his Dad loved his guns but was such an odd duck about how he bought or why he bought them. Never made sense to me how he wasnât a collector but he didnât get the latest and greatest.â Gale laughed uncomfortably. At least it seemed that way to Matthew.
Matthew pointed to the girl with an underhanded pointing hand. âAnd who is this? A cute little mute mouse or does she have a name?â Dave and the other men laughed.
Mack again spoke. âWell you people call her Rebecca, sheâs my adopted daughter.â Matthew was taken aback by what he heard. âYou people?â
Rebecca kindly spoke with a soft but almost melodic voice as she struggled to maintain eye contact. âWhite people or rather not members of our tribe. Itâs just easier to appease the colonizer kind of thing. Borrowed from when the Jesuit missionaries chased us up here.â
Mack stepped in. âItâs just easier to have white people names than have them try to say our tribal names. And we donât want them shortening or Anglicising our names kind of thing.â Rebecca stepped back into the conversation cutting off her adopted father. âItâs an insult to our history basically.â
Matthew cocked his head sideways raising his eyebrows shortly before letting them drop. âWell as soon as Iâm eighteen Iâm out of here and back to Florida so Iâm a sort of involuntary colonizer of sorts. So I wonât be taking any of your land from you. The Seminoles on the other hand are still shit out of luck.â
Rebeccaâs smile caused Matthew to reflexively smile. Mack made the moment more awkward. âSee Becca, I told you someone off the reservation would like you some. You just have to be creative.â Mack laughed in a chiding mannerâŠMatthew presumed. He sensed that he was the butt of some kind of cultural joke. Like marrying a white guy was some sort of insult or mark of shame. That kind of thing.
Rebecca turning away from him was not something he had been expecting. Her then getting in the truck in a huff left the group in a silence for a moment.
Dave spoke to break the awkward silence. âWell just bring the truck to work on Monday and leave it for me to grab up.â Mack acknowledged Dave and they started to get off as Rebecca looked at Matthew for another instance. Matthew couldnât look away for some reason as the two seemed to lock eyes for an instance.
Till Vicky and family seemed to come jogging down the road. While Matthewâs eyes diverted from Rebeccaâs. Hers did not till she realized he was looking elsewhere. And her vision found Vicky and what had been a hint of smile on her face turned glum and disappointed.
Matthew did not look away from the vision of Vicky but instead of a starry eyed fool looking longingly. It was a baffled look. Well baffled for him, with his eyes drawn narrow and night with a focus.
There was something about herâŠhe couldnât quite put a name too. The way she appeared to him. One second brunette. The next second blonde or blonde like. As if the color appeared in her air and disappeared in fractions of seconds. Much the same way her body almost seemed toâŠshiftâŠvery subtlyâŠsmoothly. A nicer bum. Larger breasts. And then back to a simple and plain form. Feminine no doubt. Attractive. But not soâŠremarkable.
As If It Was Kismet Ch 4
The next two days passed without incident. Nothing of any real substance or challenge to note.
Matthew got settled somewhat and started working out almost immediately. Exploring around the woods but Dave told him not to go far. Especially without a hunting rifle. Dave had left a simple semi-auto Winchester out for him. His bear gun as Dave referred to it with its four round magazine. But Matt figured till he got some practice with the rifle to leave it alone. He made a hiking stick like his grandpa taught him and treated it over a low fire. He would take some electrical tape for the end his hand would grip around. Plenty enough to ward off anything smaller than a bear he figured.
The ride to school was a pain in the neck but simple enough. Dave would let him use a clunker pickup truck he had laying around. It wasnât pretty but it would get him to and from. Even if it was from the eighties and still backfired on occasion. But for now Dave and his mom took him on their way to the sheriffâs department.
It wasnât much of a school. It wanted to be modern but its fifties original construction was very obvious. It serviced the pipeline families and familysâ of fisherman who worked the seasons in between their time at the pipeline.
Matt was to report to the principal for some reason Dave and his mom wouldnât share. Which annoyed him but he figured it was to read him the law of land. Small towns with their big views of the outside world and like.
Dressed in jeans, a grey sweatshirt under a light jacket with steel toed boots set him more apart then he expected. His buzzed head didnât help matters. Already he was feeling like a stranger in a strange land but he was quite strange after all. And he liked it that way. Normal people were so pathetically disappointing to him.
A secretary or assistant or some such led him to the principalâs office. Where it reeked of real wood that was old and fabric and upholstery that needed to be updated for the last twenty years, Matt figured.
âThis is Matthew Berkshire, Principal Andrews.â The man was turned with his back to the door and he was quick to wave her off as he turned her around.
He was an older man. Fat and large. Tall with a body built like he had once been fit and a demeanour of annoyed and irate already as he fixed Matt with a scowl and look of disgust. Another worthless government whore. Matt thought to himself. His father and his grandfather had bestowed unto him a natural disrespect for government workers and the figures that wore unjustified authority as a shield but pretended the weight of the state was not at their back ready to crush all who resisted. Little figures of valor pretending to be mighty and alone but acting with the tyranny of the state and all the backing.
âMr. Berkshire, please sit down.â His tone wasnât unusually hostile, just gruff. As if he had better things to do.
Matt complied and took a seat in the chair while maintaining a friendly facade. Not everyone was an enemy. And not everyone needed to be an enemy. Even if anybody could be any enemy. There was no reason to make enemies you didnât have to. Another of his grandfatherâs bastardised wisdoms.
âWell I looked over you file and you have quite the history Mr. Berkshire.â Matt resisted qiuping back a joke. Instead he waited for Principal Andrews to continue as he remained nonplussed and looking as if he felt no need to respond. A simple head tilt with dead eyes looking back at the principle as if he was not even there would suffice.
Mattâs reaction or lack of a reaction rather made Principal Andrews only narrow his eyes with examination. He was not used to a kid not responding to him. Especially with his gruff and hard act going on.
âWell by all accounts you moved here after some problems at your last school. A fight broke out and you did some real harm to your fellow students it appears.â Of course, he would take the side of the perpetrators. School administrators always did. Especially when they werenât white. Just a fact of the times. Cowardice and pathetic mediocrity was the way they leaned, like good government workers sucking the dick of Big Daddy government. Worthless whores.
Matt chose to reply. âOh you mean the criminals that stabbed me. Got arrested at the hospital and then pled to felonies. Yeah Florida, with the American counties are good like that.â Principal Andrews went real still. No shame. No fear. No penitence. He didnât like that.
âWell be it as it may Mr. Berkshire we donât tolerate that kind of behaviour hereâŠâ Matt cut him off responding with a deadpan tone. âYou mean self-defense meant to save oneâs own life while the cowardly and pathetic school workers look on with zero interest but to keep their money rolling in and will allow known gang members with records of violent acts and crimes that should have them expelled many times over, where in certain Democrat counties such cowardice and idiocy empowered a couple school shooters?â
Principal Andrews looked at the Matt with a note of disgust. âLook here Mr. Berkshire, your beliefs matter not one bit here. This isnât Florida. We donât like our way of life being disrupted by outside agitators who have problems with authority.â
Matt did his best not to roll his eyes and let the older fat man drone own as he dead-stared him. Lifeless and without emotion.
The man came to a finish and Matt spoke up without having listened to him or paid him any attention. âGreat now thatâs taken care of. Can I please get to class and finish my sentence of two years at your wonderful school?â
Principal Andrews huffed and snorted before calling in Vicky. Vicky stood in the corner after entering with a quiet and seamless presence. Matt felt disturbed and tried not betray his feelings as the young Vicky was perceived and not perceived to be moving.
Principal Andrews made the introductions and Matt nodded back. She was to be his chaperone for the day. They had the same classes and she was to show him the ropes so to speak. The ins and outs of the school. The locations of their classes.
He recognized her. It was hard not to. The way her appearance seemed to shift fluidly almost. The petite and skinny brunette ever so lightly had a big bust and blonde hair with curves added when she seemed to shift before his eyes. Like watching a film but each frame had a different person.
Matt didnât say anything about it. Even if he did he would only be acknowledging his crazed state, if he had one. If.
Unlike an obedient puppy dog he got up in a slow and awkward fashion and followed behind her as his oddly disproportionate frame allowed. Causing her a note of concern for some reason. As if she was seeing something she shouldnât have beenâŠ.Or he was just weird. And Matt could admit to himself he was just weird. Part of his charm, he would jest about it at times. Not that he had many people to jest to now.
As If It Were Kismet Ch. 5
Following Vicky into the hall off to their first class was simple. She exchanged small talk and he slightly smiled as if to obviously suggest he was just being polite.
Inside his head, Matt was trying to figure out if he was having a psychotic break. The way Vicky looked kept changing and he looked at the other people around him and they stayed the same.
He was searching his mind as they were walking. And thus he wasnât paying attention to where he was looking and so fell to his face forward over his feet seemingly out of nowhere.
A series of laughs erupted as it sunk in that he was obviously tripped. Like in prison this was a challenge to his superiority. If he let this pass he would be mocked and sneered at by this same group of boys. He wouldnât walk to them like he was going to do nothing like a little bitch.
In a rage he turned and punched the stomach of the first face he saw. Some typical blonde haired wannabe jock. He knew from experience not to aim for the ribs. Instead he needed to aim for where he thought the belly button was.
Yells and screams blindly echoed around him as his after the punch he followed up his elbow of the opposite arm slamming into the face of the jock. Harder than a fist, the elbow struck the jockâs jaw and seemingly dropped him against a locker. Just in time to catch an errant and soft punch to the nose that sure enough hurt but did little to slow him down as his dad had taught him to fight through the pain. Blood and scars happened. They were a natural consequence of life to a man.
Taking the punch and falling further into his red state Matt headbutted the punch thrower before another guy arm bared his throat from behind. Which he managed to get his grip on the arm over a letterman jacked and jerk the unprepared boy to the side with him still latched on.
A few feet away from the lockers Matt knew his only chance was to jump and push off the lockers and knock the boy to the ground and so he did. He heard a thunk of the boyâs skull bouncing off the ground and he turned to pull out of the grapple.
The beatings he had taken from his father, the grapples, being choked unconscious. Had prepared him for fighting little bitches who didnât know what a fight was. It wasnât gay porn with rabbit punch fists flying.
Blood was running down his face and the pain started to hit him as the threats had been eliminated. Only then did he remember to breathe. Taking breathes as Vicky came up to him with tissues and took a hold of his nose.
âOwww owww owww what the fuck my nose could be broken.â He said to Vicky as she pulled his head up and back.
âItâs ok Carl. Itâs done.â Matt tried to look to see who Vicky was talking to. It was a boy taller than his 5â9â by more than a small margin. The boy eyed him bored and annoyed before speaking. âWhat happened here?â An unoriginal line but one Matt couldnât be a smart aleck about. âWell you see there was an outbreak of tripping and we all tripped over my dick. It happens.â Matt was about to laugh when Vicky seemed to pull up while still gripping his nose causing Matt no small amount of pain which he audibly evidenced.
Vicky spoke in a tone he wasnât expecting. As if she was accustomed to issuing orders. âKeep Iris away from the hall till we sanitize the site. We have blood from at least three people contaminating the site. And have Jake bring me a spare jacket and shirt for this moron.â
Carl seemed to acknowledge her orders and seemed to blink away. Maybe the punch hit harder than he expected. He had no time to wonder as Vick took her hand away from his and pushed him against the lockers. With ease he had not been expecting from her form and stature.
Before he could respond Vicky licked his blood covered chin and then his lips and spoke to him. âFocus on me you little blood bag.â Her tone had an annoyed yet feminine sneer.
âLook into my eyes. Look at me. You belong to me. You are just another food source in a collection of food sources.â Her eyes were a beautiful hazel Matt thought. Almost green. Pretty like jewels in some old treasure collections. The eyes he could get lost in before kissing her. Finally Vicky was just a slight and petite brunette and he thought she was beautiful.
She would make a hell of a girlfriend. Some cute thing he could see laying on the beach in Florida on their sides laughing and smiling before trading light kisses while hands wandered innocently. Before his mind could drift further he felt her lips on his. It took him a second to mentally grasp the kiss but his arms were around her back as her hands were at his sides. His eyes reflexively closed as he saw hers close.
It was ineffable to Matt. Beyond words, what was happening. The kiss, the moments beforehand. The way his brain tickled with electricity and gentle warmth. He had never had a kiss like this and he had traded more than a few kisses with at least a few girls.
The kiss was like a warm bath with his consciousness slipping beneath the surface. Their lips only parted to try new angles and approaches as Matt struggled to take in breath. It was a moment he could have stayed trapped in forâŠ.he didnât know. But a curt throat clearing by another girl pulled them out of the moment.
The girl was taller than Vicky. Blonde. With slight curves. Vicky addressed her bewildered and gobsmacked, and perhaps a bit embarrassed. âTina?â
2024.05.14 16:24 woodcutter007 Thoughts on 05 6 speed manual?
 | This is not a stupid "What's my truck worth?" post. However I apologize if this isn't allowed or if it is frowned upon. submitted by woodcutter007 to nissanfrontier [link] [comments] Thoughts on this truck? I've never owned a Nissan but my research into this era of Frontier shows that it'll get over 350,000 miles with proper maintenance. My friend is looking at this truck for me and I've got the cash already saved up. I have a buddy with 2 Xterras and who has helped his brother in law along with his sister buy Xterras. He and his brother in law have extensively modded theirs with suspension, custom bumpers, tires, rims, etc along with getting the maintenance 100% caught up on (they take them hunting in Alaska, so they're not pavement princesses). This buddy is looking at the Frontier for me this week. |
2024.05.14 15:01 Naborsx21 29 [M4F] USA - Looking to share the adventures of life with somebody :)
My name's Matty and I'm a 29 year old currently in Colorado.
I hope to find someone that wants a monogamous LTR. A relationship where we build each other up , are supportive of each other and go through the good and the bad times together.
About me... I grew up in the Caribbean and the midwest, have lived kind of everywhere. I live in Colorado for the time being. I was studying German and Chinese before I dropped out to work on oil rigs. Then I started driving trucks :D now I own my own semi and a small trucking company. I am more than happy to relocate, when I work again I'll be going all over the U.S. but can be in any place I want to really.
I like taking walks outside and just observing the beauty in little things all around the world.
I like working with my hands and repairing cars and building things. I'm obsessed with playing chess and reading about boats. I'd really like to go on a charter boat or cruise. I love the ocean, but haven't got to see much of it. I'd want someone who wants to go on these sort of adventures and random others.
Oh, if you care, I'm 6'0 , 180 ish white, bad tan lines, brown eyes, willing to send pictures.
I tend to joke about everything and not take things too seriously.
Always up for random chats.
Fun facts about me:
A shark once waved back to me at the aquarium
I have a pet fish named Sally and she's sassy
I have perfected the grilled cheese recipe
I once swallowed a quarter
I worked with Chris watts for a while lmao.
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I hope to find someone that wants a monogamous LTR. A relationship where we build each other up , are supportive of each other and go through the good and the bad times together.
About me... I grew up in the Caribbean and the midwest, have lived kind of everywhere. I live in Colorado for the time being. I was studying German and Chinese before I dropped out to work on oil rigs. Then I started driving trucks :D now I own my own semi and a small trucking company. I am more than happy to relocate, when I work again I'll be going all over the U.S. but can be in any place I want to really.
I like taking walks outside and just observing the beauty in little things all around the world.
I like working with my hands and repairing cars and building things. I'm obsessed with playing chess and reading about boats. I'd really like to go on a charter boat or cruise. I love the ocean, but haven't got to see much of it. I'd want someone who wants to go on these sort of adventures and random others.
Oh, if you care, I'm 6'0 , 180 ish white, bad tan lines, brown eyes, willing to send pictures.
I tend to joke about everything and not take things too seriously.
Always up for random chats.
Fun facts about me:
A shark once waved back to me at the aquarium
I have a pet fish named Sally and she's sassy
I have perfected the grilled cheese recipe
I once swallowed a quarter
I worked with Chris watts for a while lmao.
2024.05.14 14:09 alrightbudd 2015 GMC Sierra A/C problems
I have a 2015 sierra and a few weeks ago I notice my a/c wasn't getting as cold and quickly went to blowing hot air. The temp on my radio screen was stuck on 66° so I replaced the ambient air temp sensor behind the grill and my dash now accurately tells me what temp I'm cooking at inside the truck with no A/C. At this point I have checked the freon is full and the compressor is engaging but not even slightly cold air is coming through the vents. Blend doors all seem to be operating fine. A day or so after replacing the sensor behind the grill it finally triggered a P0073 CEL (supposedly interior ambient air temp but I can't find much info). I found a part for the 03-13 trucks and some videos saying there's a sensor above the headliner but after pulling overhead console there's nothing but a microphone up there and I can't seem to find any info on these trucks anywhere. Has anyone else had this issue or know where I might find the sensor supposedly giving me issues?
Tldr; can't find any climate control sensors besides the one behind the grill. Need help before I have a heat stroke.
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Tldr; can't find any climate control sensors besides the one behind the grill. Need help before I have a heat stroke.
2024.05.14 06:15 popcornhustler Littering at Edgewood Park has just reached a new level
 | So, on Saturday after art walk, I walked thru Edgewood park to head home and stopped by the isolated swing set thatâs a few feet away from the bathrooms + playground. I couldnât believe my eyes of what I was seeing⊠someone (or multiple people) decided to throw a makeshift BBQ and left their mess to be cleaned up by someone else! So many plates and red solo cups thrown around. Large bottle of reposado tequila smashed into large and microscopic glass shards, tree stump used as a fire pit, left behind grill AND its box, plastic bags left behind. After seeing that, I planned on coming back the same evening with a garbage bags and gloves but unfortunately I got interrupted with something else when I got home. submitted by popcornhustler to newhaven [link] [comments] Fast forward to yesterday, Monday morning, I go on my usual walk with my dog; this time with garbage bags and gloves fully prepared to start cleaning it up. FYI: These pictures were taken yesterday (Monday). Anyways, I run into 2 trucks of park & rec workers Iâm thinking perfect! Iâll just let them know about the trash area! I speak with them, they seem surprised and reassure me that they will pick it up. Iâm like okay cool awesome đđŒ I hang around for a bit with my back turned to the trucks (dog is taking a dookie) and when I turn around, they have driven off away from the swing sets đ. I feel confused so I continue to walk straight across Ella T Grasso where I see the same truck I spoke with. I still felt confused about what whether they were going to clean it up or not but I want to give them the benefit of the doubt⊠So where am I going with this? Well, right now I am out of town until Wednesday. What if parks & rec doesnât pick it up? What if I check Wednesday and the same mess is by the swing set? If this were to happen, who do I reach out to about this? You might read this and think âitâs just another day at Edgewood, ignore itâ. But thatâs the problem. Iâve lived near Edgewood park for 5 years and Iâm constantly dodging broken glass, dropped chicken bones, scattered pieces of garbage. I donât have kids but I have dogs, I canât imagine having a kid and having to say âsorry actually we canât do the swing sets today bc thereâs a lot of a broken glass here!â So, ask yourself this, do you want to keep living in a city that is filled with hazardous, smelly, disgusting litter? Or do you want to live somewhere that you can feel proud and content with the environment? If your answer is the latter then letâs band together to do something about it! Starting with Edgewood Park. And if not, please give me suggestions on which city organizations I can contact so I can bring this to their attention? TIA. |
2024.05.14 05:51 Mr_Mediicated Thinking about this color with this grill. And also black rims not silver.
 | submitted by Mr_Mediicated to Chevy [link] [comments] |
2024.05.14 00:34 ChubbyDucky48 Will this Grill fit my truck?
 | it says itâs for 88-98 but they donât seem to be identical grills submitted by ChubbyDucky48 to GMT400 [link] [comments] |
2024.05.13 22:54 Stonedjesus123 What is this and how do I get rid of it???
 | I washed my rims on my truck and a bunch of grime and brake dust came off but idk what this stuff is. All the brown is stuck on there and isnât coming off with any nylon brush that I own. How do I get it off!!!! submitted by Stonedjesus123 to CleaningTips [link] [comments] |
2024.05.13 22:26 DankestTaco Max payload 1200ish 2018
I have 900lbs payload. Should I air up my tires?
Iâm at 32 psi like the door jam says.
What should I air up to for more stability ?
I feel the suspension or rim bottom out on potholes now.
Will be working out of my car until I can afford a truck.
Advice ?
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Iâm at 32 psi like the door jam says.
What should I air up to for more stability ?
I feel the suspension or rim bottom out on potholes now.
Will be working out of my car until I can afford a truck.
Advice ?
2024.05.13 22:19 gertgertgertgertgert Full screen issues on mobile
 | For like 10 years I have clicked on a video, rotated my phone, and the YouTube mobile app has gone into full screen. Then, when I rotate my phone back into portrait, it exits full screen. Great! submitted by gertgertgertgertgert to youtube [link] [comments] Within the past week this has changed. I rotate my phone, but it doesn't enter full screen. It looks like this. I have to manually press "full screen." Then, when the video is over, I have to de-select "full screen" to get out of the video. It is so cumbersome. Why would I ever want to watch a video like this?? Is there a fix for this? I feel like I have searched every option. https://preview.redd.it/607i2b12590d1.png?width=1920&format=png&auto=webp&s=7391b938987e7905f5599765af13c5a9ff4ef740 |