Mascara

I had had a night out with my friends on Halloween. I was 22, and I was a fucking rock star!!

Tight, smooth maroon, ass hugging leather pants, a loose Hawaiian shirt with buttons undone...

And hair with a reputation.

I was driving home our dark and lonely back roads when I was almost home.

On the side of the road, pinned down by his motorcycle, was a chubby, burly biker dude with a few missing teeth. 

I stopped without hesitation. 

Forgetting my rock star costume...

Oh, and I cannot forget, mascara, too, very pertinent to the story.

I helped the man out from under his bike. Apparently he didn't make it very far. I asked him if he was ok and if he needed anything. I helped him stagger to my truck.

"Where do you live, I can drive you, you shouldn't be driving anyhow...?

He willingly got in the truck. He wanted a cappuccino coffee.

I took him to Maverik and he got the coffee, which he spilled all down the front of my truck on the ride back to his place.

Somewhere in his sick twisted mind this was a hook up, only I hadn't a clue yet.

His home was out near the native american rendezvous sight. Empty, bare, except for a large chain link fence, where we parked.

"Ok?" I asked.

He stopped for a second, before getting out. "Wanna smoke some pot with me.."?

I got out of the truck and followed him through the gate and through the fence, where we walked to a small trailer on this wide empty lot.

I look back and feel absolutely foolish for ever getting this far. But it gets better, so...

The trailer was small and cluttered. Minimal arrangements for a man if you're homeless. Measuring eight by four, there wasn't a whole lot of space for us, let alone the other paraphernalia. 

We took some puffs of pot, after which he slid some porno magazines to me...

"Do you wanna a blow job?" He asked, through the wrinkles, beard and lips, but not the teeth.

I immediately realized the position I had put myself in to. 

Trouble. This is how people disappear, or worse. He could tie me to the frame of the trailer and hold me as a sex slave...

What the fuck were you even thinking, Randy?!?!

I had to get out. 

Our eyes met, his with carnal, evil intent. I was his prey, trapped, alone with him. I could easily have been eaten at that moment in time.

I slowly rose from the floor, never breaking eye contact with this creep. 

I thought of the only thing that I could protect myself with, if he should lunge for me... the small pocket knife I had in my sexy, tight, maroon pants...

"No.." I ended.

I found the door knob, slipped out, through the gate, to my truck, and then - home...