THE WANNABE MISSIONARIES
With a deep sinking feeling Nathaniel Dixon tapped at the fuel gauge display on the dash of his old Ford pickup. A gift from his grandfather, the truck was in reasonable condition for it's age, but lately there was always something going wrong with it. Last week it had been the wiper motor, and today it looked like it could be the fuel gauge. It showed he had just under half a tank of gas, but the way the engine was behaving and sounding he was beginning to doubt it was a true reading.
"Ohh crap," Nathaniel muttered quietly to himself as he tapped the fuel gauge again. The marker moved a fraction before returning to it's previous position.
"What's up ... is there a problem?"
He glanced sideways at Sarah, his eighteen year old wife of two weeks, slightly irritated that she'd noticed his concern. He didn't like her to get worried and this was something that might very well set her off.
"Fuel gauge is playing up again. We could be low on gas," he said glumly.
"How low?" she asked.
"Low as in nearly out?" he replied hopefully.
"But I thought you said you'd filled up before we started?" she replied, her tone of voice rising slightly. "You DID fill up Nathaniel didn't you?"
"Well not exactly," he answered, "I had a look at the gauge before we set off and I thought we had enough gas to get us there."
"So you bought beer but not gas. That's so typical of you, Nate!"
He grimaced. He hated being called Nate. And she knew that, so for her to use it meant that she was REALLY pissed off with him.
"I guess I'd didn't take into account the extra weight of the camper shell," he mumbled, more to himself than her.
He looked away as she gave him the death stare. He knew they were miles from any gas station, the last one they'd passed had a sign proudly proclaiming they were the last gas on the highway for sixty miles. And he didn't think they would have enough to make it that far.
"So what are we going to do?" she asked, glancing out of her window. The sun was sinking rapidly and it would be dark soon. She shook her head and sighed. She knew this trip to their sister missionary church's annual gathering had been a mistake. Even for one so young, she liked to be organized, and this trip had been a little bit too last minute rush as far as she was concerned.
But Nathaniel's argument for going, as ever, was compelling. 'If we're seriously going to be missionaries we need to attend' he'd said. 'We need to meet with the Church elders to discuss what we have to do. It's an essential trip'. So like a fool, she'd deferred to his wishes. As she always did. Older than her by five years the final word was always his. And now here they were, in the middle of nowhere, about to run out of gas.
"Turn up ahead for a town. Hopefully they have a gas station," he said, more in hope than expectation. He turned off the highway and they drove along in silence, the miles racking up as darkness closed in around them.
And then finally they were in the middle of the small town. Nathaniel pulled over and switched off the engine, which coughed and spluttered before it died.
"What are you doing?" Sarah asked Nathaniel as he unbuckled his seat-belt.
"There's a bar across the street. I'll go in and ask if there's anywhere I can get gas," he said, as he opened his door and climbed out of his seat. "You wait here," he added as he jumped down and closed the door behind him.
Sarah watched him enter the bar and sat back with a deep sigh. Twenty minutes had slipped by before Nathaniel reappeared, accompanied by a trio of rough looking individuals. As he walked across to his truck, so they climbed into an old beat up pick-up that was parked nearby.
"So what's happening," she said as he clambered back into his seat and started up the engine. She could smell the beer on his breath but decided against saying anything. It would only lead to another argument.
"You see that guy there by the window," he said with a big grin, pointing to the man in the passenger seat, "well his dad owns a gas station the other side of town. And even though his dad fired him a few days ago he still has the keys for the pumps. And he said he'll let us fill up. Isn't that lucky!"
Sarah sighed. "Oh Nathaniel, are you sure about this? It seems like we could get into a load of trouble. I'm sure our good Lord would not want us to go down this path."
"Well unless our good Lord can perform a miracle and fill up our gas tank I see no other alternative than to go along with it. And what we should be doing is give blessings that our God has led us to these good, benevolent Samaritans."
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JOSEPH THE BENEVOLENT
I was making good progress with Lindy before John Boy and Billy Bob arrived to interrupt us. I was mad as hell because I'd not had sex for a few weeks and Lindy seemed quite prepared to help me relieve that problem. It seemed her husband was yet again being less than attentive. More fool him and good for me. She had sizable tits and was still good looking for a woman in her late forties.
She and I had performed the horizontal tango a few times in the past, and I have to say, as well as a sure thing, she was a pretty good fuck, so I was very unhappy at being disturbed.
John and Billy told me about the young couple who'd run out of gas and I reluctantly agreed to help them. My dad had a gas station on the outskirts of our miserable little town and I had worked for him until he'd recently canned me. I couldn't for the life of me understand why he hadn't taken kindly to me taking money from the till. It wasn't that big a deal. I only wanted to score some weed.
However, not only did he fire me, he also kicked me out the house as well -- again. It was something he'd done a few times in the past. I didn't care. I'd hated my old man for years, ever since he drove my mom away with his meanness. The funny thing was though, in his angry desperation to get rid of me he'd forgotten to take my set of keys for the gas pumps.
After we'd filled up the couple's pickup and they'd paid me cash for the fuel; which incidentally I left in the till in the office; the guy - Nathaniel - broke out a case of beer as a thank you for our benevolence. The night was warm, so we all hung around outside drinking and chatting, which gave me the opportunity to finally have a good look at the couple.
Nathaniel seemed like an okay guy, whilst his wife Sarah, clearly a lot younger than him, was a little cutie. Of medium height and build with a delightfully plump looking ass, she had long, blonde hair and a nice sized rack. Not too big, but not too small either. Her legs looked mighty fine too. And did I mention her ass?
So there we were, just shootin' the breeze, drinking beer, when up rolled Sheriff Coltrane. The gas station was down in a dip, partly hidden from the road, but damn it he'd seen us anyway because he stopped and shone a light down on us. He'd clearly seen the beer even though we'd quickly tossed the bottles.
Knowing we were busted I climbed up to the road to speak to him. We talked about what had happened. He'd seen us drinking out in public but was quite easy about what would go down. I offered to take the rap for all of us and he agreed. I already had a record and was well known to the Sheriff's Department. It would mean yet another court appearance for me and a fine, but I would have to go back to the office to be booked and processed.
Long story, short, Billy Bob followed me to the Sheriff's office and John Boy took the young couple back to his parent's farm to stay overnight. It was far too late for them to continue on with their journey.
After I'd been processed, Billy and I drove back to John's parent's farm. There, John handed me a roll of cash. It seemed that they'd all chipped in to cover my fine.
We got to talking and the young couple told us that along with their respective families, they were members of Saint Jude's Christian Mission and that's how they'd met. Now, newly married, and with a deep desire to help others, they were very excited about their upcoming missionary training. The only thing they didn't know was which country they might be sent to. Being friendly and sociable people, Billy and Joe seemed quite eager to know more, but I just smiled benignly. What a load of fucking horseshit!
We sat around and drank more beer. I guess Nate; as I'd taken to call him, much to his obvious disgust; was a lightweight because he was soon out of it. It wasn't long before he climbed into the camper shell on the back of his truck and crashed.
Billy Bob got out some weed and rolled a couple of joints and passed them around. I saw the look of surprise on Sarah's face. I guess she'd never been exposed to recreational drugs before so I asked if she wanted to try one. I was actually surprised when she said yes. But then again, she had drunk a fair amount of beer. Certainly more than her lightweight husband had managed.
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It was much later. I flipped the cap off the last beer and took a deep drink. I looked around and saw that Billy and John were now asleep. Nate was in his truck, now snoring loudly. Only Sarah was still awake and she was staring in my direction, although I knew she wasn't actually looking at me.
I grinned at her. I could see by her eyes she was partly stoned as well as slightly drunk. I got up and went to sit down next to her. She stiffened slightly as I snuggled up closer, but not enough to put me off.
"Drink?" I said, offering her the long neck. She took it from me and put it to her lips. She took a slug and handed it back.
I looked down at her legs. Her skirt had ridden up quite high so there was a lot of thigh on display. I'm a sucker for shapely legs and hers were definitely curvy. But I'm also a sucker for tits and ass. I'd already seen that her ass was mighty fine and knew her tits looked more than a handful, but sitting next to them and looking down her top at her cleavage I thought I may have been a bit dismissive of their size. I felt the familiar stirring sensation in my groin and decided I needed a better look. Or a feel. Yeah, definitely a feel. The stirring sensation in my groin area now became a dull throbbing.
