Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
He was silent for so long that I had to think about what I’d just said, then immediately blushed profusely.
Along with my one time only, limited edition fire crotch, I also got another trait of redheads. I blushed bright red, despite my darker skin.
It was awesome.
“Uhhh,” I hesitated. “Ignore that last little bit. That was an overshare on my part. You probably didn’t need to know that. Just like you don’t need to know that I don’t have under…I’m hanging up now. Goodbye.”
I hung up on his laughter and felt my belly roll.
I was a social dumbass.
I didn’t know how to act in public. It was something that just didn’t come naturally to me, so most of the time, I didn’t have much to do with people in general. A few months ago, I’d had to call the Teledoc—a doctor you called on the phone, so you didn’t have to go into a clinic—when I was sick.
Even then, I’d shared quite a bit of information with the doctor that he hadn’t asked for or even needed, such as my sexual status and the fact that I was considering having a baby via turkey baster.
I was in my mid-twenties, single and a virgin.
I didn’t see any of those things—besides my age—changing in the immediate future.
When I bought this house, I even made my mom call about it for me. She was the one who negotiated the price and set up the meetings. The only thing I did was walk inside and sign for it.
When it came to jobs, I negotiated most of the details online leaving just final interviews to be conducted face-to-face. But, people that worked with computers and did what I did knew the type of people they were hiring and attempted to work with their quirky personalities. I was fortunate that they recognized my introverted nature.
I sighed and tossed my phone on the bed, torn between excitement to see my chickens that may not actually be chickens, and embarrassment about how my thirty-second phone call had just turned south.
Steeling my spine and making a decision, I walked into my closet and put on a bra and panties—my cutest ones—and found a slim fitting t-shirt and my skinniest pair of jeans.
Desperate times called for desperate measures.
But, as I was slipping on my boots, I realized that I might be giving him an impression I wasn’t ready to give. Might never be ready to give.
Along with my social ineptitude, I also had deep-seated issues with my own self-confidence. I didn’t have any.
I never had.
But, I pushed all thoughts of my outfit and how I looked in it away and walked out the door.
It was when I was in the car and halfway to Coke Salvage when I realized I’d forgotten to brush my hair.
I looked at it in the rearview mirror and winced.
It was everywhere.
My hair was long, about two inches past my ass when it was straight, but today it wasn’t straight. I had a natural wave to it when I didn’t straighten it, and since I’d taken a shower right before I went to bed last night, that meant that it was even more crazy than normal thanks to how rough I slept.
I tried to run my fingers through it, but despite pulling out a few tangles, it was in no better shape when I pulled into the parking lot where Google had led me.
I pulled right up front, stopping about three feet short of the door, wondering idly whether it was an actual parking spot.
My eyes took in everything as I scanned the parking lot.
The salvage yard was massive, and large, tin walls painted white spanned as far as the eye could see in each direction.
I couldn’t actually see over the wall, but my curiosity got the better of me, and I walked up to peek through a small crack.
Cars were everywhere. In some places, they were even stacked about as high as the wall.
I’d always been a curious person, and I couldn’t help but watch as a man lifted a car into this contraption with a back-hoe type machine that had a claw. The device basically looked like an open elevator car with a thick roof and floor mounted on a rather large engine. Once he had it where he wanted it, he pressed a few buttons on something and the top piece of metal started to lower, crushing the car.
It was surprisingly satisfying to watch, really.
Something that started out so large and bulky was condensed into a flattened piece of metal a fraction of its original size.
Amazing.
With a smile on my face, I pushed through the door of Coke Salvage and my eyes took everything in—or tried to.
There was a big, open room with a counter running along the back wall, nearly the entire length of the large room. On that counter was a computer and to the left of it, I could see sitting next to it there appeared to be all sorts of…stuff.