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 Author: Lizard69
Title: Out of Gas
Part: Complete
Summary: Nobody rides for free
Keywords: Mb reluctant

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   Out of Gas (Mb, reluctant) Lizard 69

   Fortunately there was room to pull off the pavement where the car
coasted to a stop.  Ricky stared straight ahead for a minute while putting
the gearshift in park and turning off the ignition.

   "Don't say it.  Not right now.  Not one word."

   There was a shallow curve to the road where we got out of the car,
enough that you couldn't see a house in either direction.

   "I don't know what's ahead.  We passed a farm house about a half mile
back.  Take a chance or go for the sure thing?  You have money?"

   "If I did it would already be in the gas tank.  If he won't just give us
a couple gallons he should let us work for it.  There's no such thing as a
farm where all the work is done, not ever."

   It was early summer, still fairly cool and a half mile walk plus the
driveway would have been pleasant if we were doing it by choice.

   "Why the hell do farms have such long driveways anyhow?"

   "It depends on the size of the farm.  The township is broken into mile
square sections, 640 acres.  If you have a farm that big you put the
buildings in the middle so you don't have to go more than about half a mile
to the farthest field.  Average size farm around here is a quarter section.
That puts the house an eighth of a mile off the road."



   "Always got an answer for everything, huh?  Ya know, sometimes that gets
really annoying."

   A machinery shed near the house had a tractor with the engine cowling
off and a guy working on it.  We were both young enough that anyone out of
high school was an, "old guy", but if I had to guess he hadn't seen the
high side of thirty.

   "Hey mister, uh, we have a little bit of a problem."

   "Really?  Just a little bit?  I'm fuckin' jealous!  My wife started a
fight last week then grabbed the kids and ran off to her mother.  My hired
man was so sick this morning I sent him home half way through milking
because I couldn't handle doing his job and paying him for it too.  The
only tractor I have small enough to fit through the door to my free stalls
blew a head gasket.  I've got enough work stacked up to keep six of me busy
for a month and two weeks to get it done.  Kid, right now I'd give my left
nut to have nothing worse than a little problem!  Let's hear it."

   "We ran out of gas a half mile up the road."

   "Uh-huh, and I suppose if you turned out your pockets you haven't got a
dollar between you."

   "We can work for it.  If you're so far behind...?"

   "Well, if you hadn't made the offer I'd have told you to go to hell.  I
won't get caught up by taking time to teach you the job.  The last guy to
get a can of gas cut the lock off my tank while I was out in the field. 
The one before that had a few bucks.  Neither one brought back my can and
I'm tired of giving them away.  One of you can damn well stay here until
his buddy brings the can back."

   Ricky looked like he might have been happier with me carrying a five
gallon can up the road.  He knew damn well I could drive but I was still
more than two years short of a license.  I watched him as far as the end of
the driveway then got interested in what the farmer was doing to his
tractor.  I should have stood off to the side and tried to become part of
the scenery instead of asking enough questions to be annoying.  (1)

   Finally he put down his wrench, and wiping his hands on a grease rag,
turned to face me.

   "Were you serious about working for the gas?"

   "Yeah."

   "Then blow me."

   "WHAT?!"

   "You heard me.  Get down on your knees, pull out my dick, and eat it
'til it comes."

   "Wha...  You're crazy!"

   "No, just horny.  I told you my wife took off a week ago.  She hasn't
exactly been affectionate for over a month.  Part of being married is
getting used to having it fairly regular.  In a few more weeks the south
end of a heifer is going to get interesting.  I'm already at the point
where a mouth is a mouth."

   "I couldn't...  I never...  NO!  No way!"

   "Suit yourself.  I can be on the phone to the Sheriff in two minutes and
he can have a car here in ten or fifteen more.  Think he'll waste much time
on what you have to say when I tell him I caught a couple of the kids
who've been stealin' my gas?  Especially if your buddy drives in with my
gas can just about then?"

   For a long minute we stood there staring at each other.

   "Time's wastin'.  Your buddy is a little on the tubby side but he can
still lug a gas can half a mile in twenty minutes.  Give him another five,
ten at the outside, to dump it in the car and drive back here.  Unless
maybe you want him to watch the big finish?  When ya got a frog to swallow
it don't help to spend too much time looking at it."

   It wasn't the first time I'd heard that saying in connection with having
a crappy job to do.  I know it was just me but it felt like the whole world
got a little rubbery as I sank down on my knees.  You don't need to know
all the details and I'm not sure I could remember them if I tried.  As he
came closer to busting a nut he started going deeper.  The gagging and
choking would have made me panic a little even if I wasn't worried about
Ricky showing up.  If he saw this he'd *never* let me live it down.

   It was a near thing.  I managed a staggering run across the yard to his
car still gasping and gagging.  Pulling the gas can out of the passenger
foot well I dropped it on the driveway and threw myself into the seat.  "GO
DAMMIT!  DRIVE!  NOW!" (2)

   A couple miles down the road I was still staring straight forward
through the windshield, but caught Ricky giving me a concerned look out of
the corner of my eye.  "Not one word, not now, not ever."

   The end (Or was it the beginning?)



   (1) Everything up to this point is a real memory (if that's not some
sort of oxymoron).  I'm sure if I could go back and watch what happened I'd
find minor errors but it's substantially true and correct.

   (2) This is a fairly accurate description of our departure from that
farm.  Until now I've never thought much about how agitated I was at the
time, or speculated about what might have caused it.