Fender Bender

Mr. James was taller, over 6' and in decent shape, he had black hair but it was started to turn gray around the temples. And he was very intimidating when he joined us in their living room. He was wearing a tuxedo.

He started by asking me, "Now Robert, you want to work this out between ourselves do you?"

I was still shaking but I managed to whisper "Yes Sir."

Mr. James smiled at me and asked, "Well what do you think you can do for me to make me forget what happened to my SUV?"

"Uh, I could do any odd jobs you need me to do around the yard and house. I can get a job and pay you back a little at a time."

"Do you really think a little yard work will get you out of this? And how are you going to hide the damage you did to Curt's mustang?"

"Oh God I never thought about that." I started crying again, "What am I going to do?"

Mrs. James put her hand on my arm, "It's ok sweetie, don't cry, I think Mark has some ideas don't you Mark?"

I looked at him expectantly, "You do?"

Mark was smiling, "Stand up Robert, let me look at you. Wait, I can't call you Robert, do you have a feminine name you go by?"

I got to my feet and whispered, "It's...I like Vicki."

Well Vicki you are a pretty girl and if you were serious about doing anything, I am sure we can work something out that will benefit both of us."

Mark took off his jacket and sat on the couch beside his wife. "Now Vicki I want you to walk back and forth for us."

I walked from the couch to the fire place and back.

Mrs. James spoke up, "Now do it again, but take smaller steps, put a little sway into your hips."

I did as I was told.

"Much better, now tell us sweetie, how long have you been dressing up?"

"Uh, just a couple of years, I am not hurting anyone."

Mark reached out and put his hand on my arm, "No one said you were doing anything wrong. Does Vicki have a boyfriend?"