King Of The Hill Porn Story: In Your Shoes – Chapter 4

In Your Shoes-Part 4

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Suddenly, she felt dizzy. She found her way back to her seat, but that hadn’t helped much. She looked wildly for a bathroom. Finding her selected place, she sprinted toward it. Before she made it to the door, she started to feel the bile and other liquids rush up her throat. She hardly made it there before she started to throw up.

“Cotton is here, with Didi and G.H.” Bill said urgently, as he pointed toward the front receptionist desk. Hank got up, and walked to the desk. Cotton Hill was there, barely looking over the top. Didi was standing behind him, G.H. trying to get out of her hands.

“Dad, what are you doing here!” Hank asked as he watched his dad tare away his eyes at the showing cleavage of the receptionist.

“Why do you think I’m here, to pick flowers! To see Dale!” Cotton shouted, as he stiffly walked over to where Hank was standing; Didi and G.H. following. “Why!”

“Dale always supported my plans and conspiracies. He’s hurt, and I’m here to see him.” Cotton said annoyed, and very un-Cotton like. “Service! I want one room for my wife.” Cotton yelled at the receptionist. “I’m sorry sir, but this is a hospital, not a hotel.” She said in a bored but patient voice, as if she was talking to a little kid.

This always seemed to infuriate Cotton, as he shouted, “I’m not a child! I fought for this country, so I should have accommodations where ever I want. I killed 50 men!”

The nurse sighed, then got on the phone. Hank had a feeling she was calling security, so he stepped up and said, “Never mind, Mam. Sorry.” Hank led Cotton over to the waiting chairs, as Didi and G.H. yet again followed.

“Dad!” Hank yelled exasperatedly as his father slapped the nearest nurse’s bottom. Hank nodded to Didi, who nodded back. “Hank.” Cotton shook his head, then remembered why he had came. “So, where’s Dale!”

“He’s not ready to see anybody. He’s still unconscious.”

“Never mind. I’ll just wait till he wakes up.”

As if the doctors had read Cotton’s mind, the two doctors exited Dale’s room. “Dale is awake now, but very weak. A slight shock will put him back on the unconscious side. Maybe even a coma, so we ask you not to tell him anything extreme.”

Cotton moved to get up from the seat he had previously plopped down on, but the doctors stopped him. “Since Hank is Mr. Gribble’s emergency contact person, we think it best for him to see Dale first, calm him. Though any other visitors can see him afterwards.”

Hank nodded, then headed back in.

Hank pulled up one of the white roll chairs, and looked down on his best friend. Dale’s eyes fluttered open, and a look of relief filled his face. “Hank!” Whispered Dale, but in just that one word, he lost much of his strength. Hank knew this, so he started to talk.

“Hi Dale.” He greeted. “I know you can’t talk much so…you don’t have to.” Hank nodded with a stupid smile pasted on his face. He kept nodding, trying to think of something to say. “So…Is this the first time I’ve been awake since…” Dale shuttered, and Hank couldn’t blame him.

“Well, awake, yes. You were moving around a bit earlier. Your subconscious headed for the computer over there.” Hank said with a slight smile on his face, pointing to the damaged computer in the corner. Dale chuckled. “Probably wanted to destroy the ‘main computer because your name is now in the records of the government.’ Actually, I think it hurt you more than you hurt it.” Hank laughed.

“What! My name is in the central computer that has a feed-line to the government? Why didn’t you just say I was Rusty Shackleford? Why do you think he’s there for!” Dale scoffed, but fell silent again, trying to regain some of his lost energy from his speech.

Hank sighed. “They need your real records. Medical records, you know.”

Dale nodded, not wanting to waste too much energy. “Well, after me, my dad wants to see you.” Dale straightened up, and said, “The Colonel!” “Yep. And Boomhauer and Bill, too. And Nancy…but we can’t find her at the moment.”

Dale looked down, ashamed. Hank saw this, and said, “I’m sure she hasn’t left.”

Dale looked up, and said in a pained whisper, full of regret, “Can I tell you something, Hank?”

Hank looked up, surprised by the willingness of Dale to tell him something. “Sure you can.”

“You won’t tell anyone, will you? Can I trust you?”

“Of course you can trust me! I’m your ’emergency contact person’, and your best friend.” Hank reassured Dale, though his insides went on the loopy part of the roller coaster. He remembered how he had let down Dale on a number of times. When he had stole Dale’s mower. When he had given Dale’s organ to a little kid, when Dale didn’t want him to. When he had not trusted Dale enough, when he had been on the tower. Hank had worn a bullet proof jacket, just in case Dale would have shot him. When he had told Peggy and Nancy when Dale had last been hospitalized while exterminating. He was pretty sure he had been taken off the emergency contact information person list. ‘Maybe I wasn’t kicked off.’ Hank thought to himself.

Dale took a deep breath, then told Hank all about his ‘run in’ with Sandra. Hank had listened with his mouth open.

When Dale had finished, and took a few moments to get his energy back, Hank tried to think how to comfort his friend. His first reaction was to laugh at someone having a crush on Dale. But listening how sorry Dale sounded about cheating made him bite his tongue. Dale sounded so crushed. Hank remembered the two girls going for him, so maybe someone going for Dale wasn’t so outlandish.

Dale coughed. “I should tell her. I feel horrible. I need to tell her what happened, and that I love her.” Hank shook his head. “Listen, Dale. Don’t tell her. You didn’t cheat, because you didn’t want to…you told me. It’s not a big deal, so just forget it, and don’t tell her.”

“But Hank…Remember that time I sued the tobacco company for making Nancy ugly. And remember how she wouldn’t speak to me. I was devastated. I never want her to leave. And I don’t want to cheat on her. But I want to be truthful with her.”

Hank shook his head again, and got out of his chair. “I’ll tell you what, you have nothing against her.” Dale was confused, and about to ask Hank what he meant, but Hank interrupted. “Well, all this male bonding feeling thing is making me sick. But, we are in a place perfect for that.” But Dale knew Hank was joking, because it wasn’t often Dale talked about his feelings. So when he really opened up, Hank knew when to listen.

“Well, you get better. I took off work today, so if you need me, I’ll be somewhere in the hospital. You just tell the nurses, and they will find me.”

Hank smiled at Dale, then left. Before Hank left, he saw from the corner of his eye, Dale reaching for his hat, shades, and cigarette, that were laying on the table. He went back, picked up the cigarettes, and said, “That’s not good for you.” He heard Dale curse, but saw Dale stick on his hat and shades.

Hank smiled as he closed the door.

“Nope. Can’t hear a damn thing through these dang patted doors. Now move.” Cotton said, pushing Hank out of the way. He entered the door, and looked at the man on the bed.

“Gribble.” He barked. “Colonel, sir!” Dale said, as he straightened up in his bed, and tried to salute him. He failed miserably with all of the tubes in the way.

“At ease.” Cotton wobbled over to the ‘visitor chair’. “Ever think you may die!” Cotton asked bluntly. “Yes, sir.” Dale responded.

“You could die right here. That would be a shame, especially if you haven’t tied up all your loose ends of your will. You have a will, yes soldier!” “Yes sir.” Dale answered obediently.

“Good, good. Let’s get down to it. Am I in it?” Cotton eyed Dale as he waited his answer. “Yes.”

“Good. What do I get!” Cotton asked greedily. Dale smiled a secret evil smile, then said, “I’m not at liberty to discuss it. All I can say is that you may or may not receive my ‘subscription’ account to Octavio. I may or may not have a contract for both of our lives, for him to serve me. You have to pay 22.40 a month, but it’s worth it. He gets any job done. And, you may or may not get some selected other things.”

Cotton wobbled on his two feet, then smiled. “Well…don’t die yet, Gribble. You still haven’t killed 50 men. Not a man unless you Killed 50 men.”

Dale smiled, then asked, “How about if I killed 50 rats! I’ve done that!” Cotton thought about it, then answered, “Maybe. We’ll see.”

Cotton wobbled off, with one last salute to the man on the bed, who tried in vain to return the act.

Nancy rushed into the room right after Cotton. Something was clutched in her right hand, and her eyes were teary. Her hair was a mess, but she still looked like a complete angel to Dale.

Shame, regret, and self-loathing popped at Dale. He opened his mouth to say something, but she interrupted him.

“I’m pregnant.”

The doctors must not have told her about the ‘no shock thing’.