King Of The Hill Porno Story: Gribble Drabble Chapter 1

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The image of him, her
ex-lover had been burning in her mind for quite awhile now, and it
scared her very much. She knew to go back to him would not only be
most certainly the wrong thing to do; and to do it would be to sink
down to a lowly level. Nancy wanted to prove that she could be strong
without him. She did not need him-and besides; she loved her husband,
Dale.

But just sometimes,
feelings will fade.

Nancy sighed; and took
a sip of her tropical drink. She was sitting outside on her patio; it
was a warm day in Arlen; with an unusual breeze passing through. She
was wearing a new light blue sundress-with the shoes to match, of
course. She could not help but feel lonely-it was her day off, and
she had nobody to spend it with. Her son Joseph was on a camping trip
with the Hills next door, and Dale was off at a job.

This one is gonna
take all day, Nancy, he had told her that morning. Albino rats,
and they are the worst. Feisty as hell.

Okay, shug, she
had said.

She placed her drink
down on her table without finishing it, and leaned back into the lawn
chair to think. The sun was beginning to set lazily into the skyline.

Nancy sat up, suddenly
in her chair, at the very thought. No! I couldnt, she said
out loud. She could not believe that now, after all she had been
through; she was struggling with herself to keep from calling him.

It was then she thought
she heard a car pull up; but she knew Dale was not supposed to be
home for another hour or so. She listened for a moment, and did not
hear a car door slam.

Strange, she
thought to herself. She waited a moment; but soon relaxed again. It
was probably nothing. She smiled; she wondered if she was getting as
paranoid as Dale.

Her thoughts drifted
back to John Redcorn. There was just so many exciting things about
that manhis Native American heritage, his exotic good looks, his
musical talent, his muscles, the way he touched her

Nancy shivered a bit in
pleasure, just thinking about it. She got up from her chair, and
resided to the lounge that was next to the table. Leaning back, she
shut her eyes for only a moment, when suddenly, theyre where two
hands over her closed eyes. She gasped, and sat up, trying to
struggle away from the hands-they where gentle, but firm over her
face. She started to scream, but at once, one hand was over her
mouth.

Shhhh, a voice
hushed her. The familiar smell of cigarette smoke hit her. Nancy
jumped up from the lounge chair then, and the hand that was over her
eyes moved to her arm, holding her gently. She twisted around, to
find herself to be looking at her husband.

Dale! in a rare
moment, she actually called him by his first name. What on earth
are you doing? You scared me half to death.

Theres no time to
explain right now, Nancy. The aliens are coming here and we
have to get out-right now. He whispered frantically to her.

So why did you have
to come scare me like that? Nancys heart was still beating
wildly, and Dale was still holding on to her arm. She leaned against
him a little, to compose herself. He paused a bit, just letting her
hold on to him. But then, he started:

No time to explain!
We have to go now! he tugged on her arm, and started to walk, but
she pulled back and stood firm.

Shug, we are not
going anywhere. This has gone too far. There is no-

Dale shook his head,
and grabbed Nancy by the waist, lifting her, and putting her over his
shoulder.

Shug! Put me down!

But he ignored her
pleas, and went straight out the front gate, and to the street, where
his van was parked. Nancy noticed that the side door was open-and
recalled when she had heard a car pull up, but did not hear a door.

He had this
planned out. He really did not want me to hear him come into the
yard,

she thought to herself.

Very gently, he put her
down, and placed her in the passenger side.

Just trust me on
this, Nancy, okay? he said pleadingly to her before he closed the
door.

Nancy crossed her arms.
This was ridiculous, and her first thought where to be angry, but
then she thought of how her husband had picked her up, and carried
her over his shoulder. He had not done that in forever. She
actually got chills about it, now that it was registering. Her
husband was no John Redcorn; but he was strong. She kind have wished
Peggy had been home, so she could have looked out her window and seen
Dale carrying her. She smiled to herself.

Dale jumped into the
drivers seat, and started the engine. He started to take off, but
stopped suddenly.

Wait a sec, where is
Joseph?

Hes camping with
the Hills, Shug-you know that-

Good. Hell be
safe there. And with that, Dale hit the gas.

But where are we
going? Nancy asked.

All in good time, my
love, all in good time.