King Of The Hill Porn Story: In Your Shoes – Chapter 1

King Of The Hill Porn Story: In Your Shoes – Chapter 1

In Your Shoes

Hi! I love King of the Hill, Dale (and Peggy). I feel for Dale’s blinded ‘stupidity’. I loved the ‘Convoy’ episode, and Dale (or Peggy) episodes. But I really love when they go to Nashville for a country thing. You know, with Randy Travis and Brooks and Dunn. Anyway, got of track.

SUMMARY: Our favorite nave man, Dale will be confronted with something his wife was. But, is he better! He is faced with…something…and where does a baby fit into any of this!

DISCLAIMER: Wow. If I owned it, I would listen to Johnny Hardwick’s voice all day. Anyway, it doesn’t matter, because…I don’t. I only own one character, that I made up.

Lighting up his pick-up of the day, he adjusted his sacred orange hat, which hardly left his balding head. He pulled on his shades, and slipped his skinny form into his orange work uniform.

As he zipped up his uniform, he looked at the clock. Man, this lady, who he had a 2:00 p.m. appointment with, wanted him there early. The blaring red numbers read 1:49 p.m.

He sighed, decided that he would grab a piece of toast at Hank’s house. He looked back at the bed, and watched as his blonde angel slept peacefully. Her long, flowing blonde hair was splayed over the white pillow.

She didn’t have to go to work as the weather girl, today. The station was having a ‘weather strike’. All the stations were doing it, because their forecast was always wrong, and they got horrible letters from the viewers.

Not that Dale knew about any of that. She hadn’t told him. All he knew was that yesterday, he had had some steamy, sweaty, sex.

He made his way to the door, when a soft, sweet voice drifted from the bed. “Sug?” Nancy whispered as she made an effort to lean up.

“Nothing, Nancy. I have an extermination appointment today.” Dale said, grabbing his awaiting gear from the closet by the door.

“Sug, isn’t that at 2:00?” Nancy asked as she watched Dale struggle to put the tank on his back. “Yep.” was all he could manage.

Nancy sighed, then turned her eyes to the alarm clock. With another sigh, she slammed her hand down on it. The numbers whirled, until they settled on the real time.

“Remember, Sug! You programmed the clock to be another time, so…” Here, Nancy screwed up her face trying to remember, “enemies that may sneak in here, will have their attack plan all wrong, so by looking at the clock, they will think you…well, I can’t remember the rest, Sug.” Nancy finished, exhausted.

Dale did a double take at the new time on the alarm clock. 7:27 a.m.

“Whoa!” Dale climbed back into bed, still fully clothed, hatted, shaded, and lit. He fell back asleep as soon as his body landed on the covers.

“Sug, a costumer of yours is on the line.” She said, emphasizing her point by waving the phone. Dale leapt out of bed, and grabbed the phone.

He followed the long, curly white wire attached to the phone, back to the kitchen, and found two steaming cups of coffee.

“Yes, Mrs. Kopuret?” Dale asked, as he sipped down his coffee. “Ah, yes. Mr. Gribble. I’m afraid I have a job interview at 2:00 today, so if you could be so kind as to come earlier to do the job…” Dale cleared his throat, then said, “Of course! No rat waits!”

He hung up the phone, then went to the refrigerator. “Bad news, Nancy. One of my clients is bumping up her appointment, so I’m going to have to leave earlier than I thought.”

Nancy clutched her head, as an image flashed though her mind. ‘No, never.’ she thought to herself.

“Nancy!” Dale said in concern, stepping closer to his wife. “Is it another headache! I can get John Redcorn over; he used to clear up your headaches every time!” Dale said, reaching for the phone.

“No!” shouted Nancy, getting up from her chair. “No, I’m alright. You go and do your job.” She smiled, and gave him a peck on the cheek.

He smiled, chugged down the beer he had grabbed (Cigarette still in his mouth), and left the room.

Nancy bit her lip, then decided to convey her worries to her friend.

Peggy continued to laugh as she opened the clear sliding door. She didn’t stop until she sat down at the kitchen table, followed by Nancy.

“I fail to see why it’s so funny.” Nancy spat venomously, very un-Nancy like. “I’m sorry, Nancy. But other girls falling for Dale!”

Peggy got back her composure, as she tried to think of something to comfort her next door neighbor. She still couldn’t get past the whole crushes-on-Dale thing.

Dale had been having a lot of younger girls call in than he used to. He used to kill bugs for old, retired men. And Nancy had supported him.

But, lately, younger women would call in. One even stopped by to give Dale the money she owed him. The girl had looked like a tramp.

Dale had even dared to say that all of the ‘young women’ were actually one woman, who needed a lot of bugs killed. Nancy wasn’t sure if she believed him or not. Unbeknownst to her, it really was the one girl.

“Nancy,” Peggy started, confidence ringing in her sharp voice, “you do not have to worry about Dale cheating. He is totally committed to his job, just like Hank. And Hank would never ever lie about his job. If Dale says he is killing bugs, Dale is killing bugs. Nothing else.”

Peggy took a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check, mainly not laughing again, then continued. “I’m sorry, but Dale isn’t that…desirable. Anyway, if it did happen, I’m sure Dale would never act on it.”

Peggy bit her tongue so she wouldn’t say, ‘At least, he would get even for those many nights you had with John Redcorn.’ Peggy patted Nancy on the back, then they both watched Bobby and Joseph wheeling their bikes around the backyard.

Joseph was growing, and he was getting to look like his ‘real father’, John Redcorn. Dale wasn’t stupid enough not to see that, was he! Peggy shook her head. Nancy had stopped her ‘sessions’ with John Redcorn.

Nancy thought about what Peggy had said, and stopped worrying. Dale wouldn’t lie about doing a job, and he wouldn’t cheat on her. Little did Nancy know that her abandoned worry was actually starting.

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