King Of The Hill Porn Story: In Your Shoes Chapter 2
In Your Shoes-Part 2
Here it is; the insane woman who has a crush on Dale. Well, I wouldn’t call her insane. I may, or may not have the tiniest bit of a crush on Dale Gribble, or Johnny Hardwick. I know, he’s a cartoon character…but Johnny has a cute voice, and (though I’ve never seen him) someone said he was hot, and I agree. By the way, do you know where I can find a pic of Johnny, so I can see just how hot he is!
Her dark brown hair was down, spreading over her shoulders. The red highlights were perfect in her hair. She was wearing a tight shirt, that had black lace intertwined on the front, hardly covering her ‘soft spots’. There were no sleeves, except for two thin strips, that laid low on her shoulders, almost begging for someone to push it down all the way.
She was wearing a very short, tight dark red skirt, and red clunky shoes, that gave her an extra 3 inches. Her lips were painted the same red, her earrings, a flaming red. All the reds on her were exactly the same color red, which would have unnerved everyone watching.
But Dale wasn’t everyone, or part of everyone. He grabbed his light, then said, “Hello, Mrs. Kopuret. This rat is in your bedroom?” He turned on the ultra-sonic light, which glowed green on the blue carpeted floor. “Well, it doesn’t seem to have been out here. There are no urine tracks. I’ve already told you about that.”
She was a housing person, who made a house livable. So, she often called Dale to get rid of the bug infestation in the house she was working on. But today, this was her house.
“So, Dale.” She whispered in his ear as he made his way to the back room, which was her bedroom. He went immediately to the vent by her bed, flashing his light to catch the trail of urine. He didn’t notice that she had started calling him by his first name, or that she closed the door when she entered behind him.
“Well, this rat is smarter than the others. It knows that I can find evidence to support accusations of it’s kind living in homes. But not this one!” Dale reached for the vent, to yank it open, and get his small frame into the small vent, but the vent was stuck tight. Or glued.
“Dale, I have to be honest with you.” She sighed as he tried prying off the vent door.
“Yes, Mrs. Kopuret?” Dale asked, as he tried locating his un-sticker instrument, that would get the vent door open.
“Actually, it’s ‘miss’. And, please, call me Sandra.” She said in a velvet voice, a kind that sent shivers down Dale’s spine.
“I have to admit that I made the whole ‘rat’ thing up. I just made that as my excuse to see you again, and get you over here.”
Sandra looked down, pretending to be ashamed. Dale looked down-hearted, then said, “So…there isn’t a rat?” Sandra shook her head. “Are you sure!” Dale asked, disbelief filling his voice.
Sandra sighed, rolled her eyes, then attacked. She pinned him down on the bed, kissing him in full passion. At first, Dale didn’t kiss back, didn’t do anything. Just laid there in shock as the girl stuffed her tongue down his throat.
Then, all of the sudden, his tongue decided it wanted to play. Their tongues entwined, as Dale didn’t think.
Then, an image floated into his brain. It was of his beautiful wife. Her eyes fluttering expectantly. “What are you waiting for!” a voice floated into his subconscious, where Nancy’s picture was joined by Sandra’s. Sandra’s low, seductive voice fluttered though his mind. Nancy didn’t say a thing, but she didn’t need to.
Dale suddenly pushed off, shoving Sandra against the wall. Trying to get back on him, Sandra dove forward, but was met by the fluffy bed, as the panicked Dale, not knowing what to do-or who he wanted to do, rushed to the door. He wrenched it open, and sprinted down the hallway and out the door, light still clamped tightly in his hand.
Not knowing that Dale wouldn’t want her, Sandra hadn’t locked the door, which she beat herself up about afterwards.
Dale, his mind off and thinking about who he truly loved, started swerving. He plummeted off the road, and crashed into the fence around the alley, where just 24 hours ago, he had been peacefully drinking his Alamo beer, with his 3 other friends, in complete bliss and no worries.
Dale hated it when he blacked out.
“Hey, guys. What happened?” Hank asked. “Nails on the road.” Bobby said shortly, as Joseph handed him black tape, which they were trying in vain to stop the air from leaving though the punctures.
Peggy and Nancy were talking inside at the table, Bill was looking over the fence of Dale’s house, watching the boys fix there bikes. “Hey ya, Hank!” Bill said chirpily. “I’m watching Dale’s house as he’s out exterminating. He’s gotten really paranoid about his house, and asked me to watch it from the outside. Something about his name being in the central government computer and them trying to break in. Boomhauer’s inside. His phone broke, so he’s using yours. Luanne is practicing braiding her hair without a mirror in your front room. Kahn and Minh Souphanousinphone are currently looking out their window at us, and their daughter, Connie, is currently walking over to see Bobby.”
“Uh…thanks for the update Bill. If I ever needed an in-detail account of what everyone was doing, and where they were…you would be the person.” Hank sighed, and Bill saluted.
Then, in the seconds of silence, everyone heard the screech of wheels, and the crash of wood. They watched in horror as Dale’s van flipped over, breaking the fence the boys would stand in front of and drink, and spin, hitting Hank’s backyard, just missing the side of the house. It made long black marks, and in many places, pulled the grass out completely. Still, everyone watched as Dale’s van flipped over and over, coming close to the three kids. The huge red bug on top of Dale’s van snapped off, skidding off in another direction, away from the hurricane.
His senses snapped back, and Hank grabbed the three kids out of the way. The two bikes were crumpled right where the front shield would have been. But, it was just open space, because the shield had broken, and glass rippled everywhere.
The bikes groaned, snapping under the pressure of the large van. Hank pushed the three kids back toward the house, then cautiously went toward the van. Bill was right behind him. He gingerly stepped over the floor of glass, that was shinning menacingly in the sun. Hank ignored the sharp pain in his right foot as he stepped closer to the over-turned van. They made their way to the front of the van. Hank looked in the front seats, and his stomach went on a roller coaster. He felt like throwing up, which Bill did.
Dale’s bottom half of his body was still in the driver’s seat. One of his legs was curved at a bad angle. His waist was turned at a point that was impossible for anyone to even try. Arms were spread back. Dale’s face couldn’t be seen in the shadows of the back. Hank looked at the river of blood, coming from every part showing. There was so much red, that Dale’s orange suit couldn’t be seen.
“Call the police!” Hank shouted.