The other night, I was watching the news with Brett and a story came on about a young girl who was driving home from work and had car trouble. Anyway, she apparently had to pull off of the main road and wound up in a pretty seedy area, all alone. Nothing happened, but some guys in that neighborhood saw her and helped her out before anything went wrong and called a tow truck for her. The two guys were black and she was a small blonde girl. The story was on TV to show a good deed done, I guess. The girl thanked them and that was about it. Brett looked at me.
"Wow, that could have been you out there."
"I know, but..." I said. Brett got a serious look on his face and said,
"Would you be scared around all those big black guys if it happened to you?"
"Maybe, a little, but I think that I would be ok."
Brett and I had been talking about taking ourselves to the next level, you know, really going beyond. Brett and I started planning an adventure that involved me being away from home for a while. We were going to drive to this area that is almost entirely black and pretty poor. I was going to get out of the car and stand on a corner with a small suitcase, pretending to be upset, because my boyfriend had just thrown me out of the house, the whole bit. I'd dress kind of sexy, but not like a hooker, and generally just look hopeless. I was wet just thinking about all sorts of things that might happen.
Brett and I have a really strong relationship, and this would be just another sexual fantasy, but a bit more extreme this time. We decided to do it, and that I would call him regularly to check in and make certain that I was all right. At any point that I felt uncomfortable, Brett would race over there and rescue me. We pretty much knew that I would get picked up or hit on immediately. This was going to be fun and my heart raced with excitement.
The next morning we hopped into the car and drove to this neighborhood off of D Street in one of the poor suburbs. I had my suitcase and I was wearing a cute little blue dress and sandals. Nothing too outrageous, but sweet and sexy looking. Brett and I drove up to a corner where nobody was around and stopped. We kissed and Brett said "I'll talk to you later. Call me as soon as you are able to. I love you!"
I got out and he sped away leaving me all alone there. Actually, I was a little nervous, which just made the whole sherade easier to act out, because I could cry at any moment. I just stayed there, sitting on the curb for about ten minutes when a car drove up to me and rolled the window down. It was a truck with some workers asking if I was ok. I said yes and they just kept driving. Not even five minutes after that, another car pulled up and rolled down the window.
"Hey honey, you look lost. You know where you are?"
It was a good looking young black guy about 25, wearing a tight white t-shirt and jeans.
"I'm kind of lost. My boyfriend just told me to get out of the car. He kicked me out of the house and drove me close to here and dumped me off!"
I had a little tear in my eye and probably looked pretty pathetic which was perfect.
"I don't know what I'm going to do" I said.
The guy says "I'm Randy. You don't have to worry lady. I'll take you over to my place right up the way and we can figure out what we can do. You don't want to be out here all day by yourself, that's for sure."
"You are really nice Randy. I'd really appreciate the help."
He opened the door and I got in with my things and we drove to his house.
"My name's Danielle and I don't know how to thank you" I said, but I bet Randy could think of a few things.
We pulled into the driveway of the house. It was an older, small, grey house in decent shape. I got out, grabbed my suitcase and followed Randy to the door.
"Well, here we are Danielle, come on in and make yourself comfortable. There's OJ in the fridge if you're thirsty."
Everything in the house was obviously hand-me-down of at least used. Not one piece of furniture matched the other. A bachelor pad for sure.
"I'm really glad you picked me up Randy, I was really starting to get scared."
"Everything's gonna be ok. Do you know who you want to call? You must have some family or friend that you can call."
"Not really, no. I moved out here to live with my boyfriend only about three months ago and I really haven't met anyone yet."
"Well, that's ok too. I live here alone and if you like, you can stay here for a while until you figure things out."
He was really a generous person. I mean, how many people would seriously help you out like that?
"I don't know what to say Randy. I don't think I've ever met somebody like you."
We were standing around the kitchen counter and I reached over and held arm and said thank you.
Randy said he had the day off, but that he had to go to work anyway for a meeting for a few hours.
