A NICE GUY
Shooter3704
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Copyright 2011 Shooter3704
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A NICE GUY
Home at last, I thought as I drove into my driveway. It had been an exhausting shoot. I trudged through two state parks and one national park over a nine day span of time.
My name is Dan Parks and I’m a nature photographer. Make that a very tired photographer who was glad to be home. I parked my SUV in my drive and climbed out, getting only my camera bags. The rest of the stuff could wait until morning when I could unload in the daylight. It wasn’t very late, but it was black dark.
As I approached the front I noticed something was amiss. A backpack was leaning against the wall on my front porch and the front door was slightly ajar and I hadn’t left it that way. I hurried back to my vehicle and got the small automatic pistol I habitually carry when I’m in the field. I’m licensed and responsible and the weapon felt comforting as I eased silently into my house. I grabbed my cordless phone to call the police, but I waited for some reason.
I located the intruders without difficulty. They were both naked and in my swimming pool. One was a skinny young man and the other was female. That was all I could tell in the moonlight. I am a nature photographer, but I can spot boobs even in the semi-darkness. I sat down under the patio cover and watched them frolic in the water still holding my pistol and phone.
“I wish I had some soap,” the female half of the intruders said.
“Want me to go inside and look for some?” the male part asked.
“No, we better be moving on pretty soon. There’s no telling when the owners will come home. Didn’t they say a slow moving freight train was coming through just after midnight?”
“Yeah, but it’s headed west. Is that the direction we want to go?”
“I could care less. Any direction will do as long as it’s not south and California is somewhere out west,” she answered. “Come on, let’s get a move on and we still have to find some food. Did you look in the kitchen?”
“Yeah, but there wasn’t much in there. Whoever lives here don’t have much to eat.” That much was true. I hadn’t been to the store in several weeks. I hadn’t seen much sense in buying a lot of food knowing I would be gone for over a week.
Since neither of the two posed much threat I decided to let them know I was there. I stood up and cleared my throat. The results were startling. The male half came out of the water, ran across the small lawn, and sprang over the six foot solid fence like a gazelle. The female half stood completely still at the top of the steps at the shallow end of the pool.
“How far does your friend think he can get buck naked?” I asked her.
“Larry left his backpack outside,” she said and came on out of the water. “He’ll be long gone in a few minutes. You live here?”
“Yes, I do.”
“You call the cops?”
“No, not yet.”
“You going to?”
“I haven’t made up my mind yet,” I said. “Who are you?”
“I’m Patsy. Patsy Lynn Miller. We didn’t bother your things or take anything. Ain’t no point in calling the law on us.”
“Besides bathing in my swimming pool, what are you doing here?”
“Place looked empty and Larry thought we might find some food and the water looked nice. Been a while since we had a bath so we got in. No big deal.”
“I’m sure the law takes a dim view of breaking and entering, so maybe it is a big deal,” I said. I stepped over and flipped the patio light on. Patsy Lynn Miller was a beautiful girl by any standard you care to use. She got even better looking after I motioned her to come closer. I’m thirty-six years old and I’ve seen a lot of pretty women, but none who took my breath away like she did.
The fact that she didn’t have a stitch of clothes on didn’t seem to concern her. She strolled over into the bright light and stopped about three feet from me. The fact that I held a gun in my hand didn’t seem to faze her either.
“That’s my pack over there,” she said pointing at a ragged backpack beside the patio door. “I’ll just get my stuff and see if I can find Larry and be out of your way.”