gleaming

by bofa xesjum

it was the time of year when at least some people went out of their way to do things. how could you do this to me? manfred asked plaintively. i am not sure what you mean, jessica retorted promptly. she began putting on her hat and coat. a wrinkle in the shape of a cloud crawled across manfred’s forehead. in any case, he continued, i feel that i have been wronged, and that is what counts in today’s world. it is always today’s world, jessica answerred sharply.. what other world would it be? outside, the wind howled. you should be careful, manfred implored her, the wind is howling outside. i can take care of myself, and besides, dave is coming down the road in his gleaning red porsche. oh, yes, it is always dave, isn’t it? no, but it is tonight. now, if you will step aside, i would like to look out the window. of course, manfred said, with a curiously abstracted expression on his fallen face. jessica looked out the window, and saw that the trees outside were indeed bending in the wind. manfred stepped up behind her and took a small blunt object out of his pocket - meanwhile dave was hurtling down the highway in his gleaming red porsche. the wind howled, but dave had what it took to close the deal. as he rounded a bend, dave saw a hitchhiker up ahead. she had an attractively slender form. the wind was whipping her long blonde hair into fantastical shapes. in any case, dave made it a rule to always pick up hitchhikers, as long as they fit into the gleaming red porsche. want a lift? it is what i am out here for, mister. where you headed? anywhere. the woman with the attractively slender form and the long blonde hair got into the gleaming red porsche. dave could not help noticing that she had no bag or backpack or suitcase.