The following is part of my second draft from my Doug story.

I’m still cleaning the thing up and the following part is from Chapter 6.

It’s still a bit “grammarly” rough, but I liked the feel of this and wanted to share it.

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As they started to pull in they had to pause as the only other car there, a limo, was starting to pull out. Doug found himself gawking at the size and beauty of the vehicle. He wondered if the guy he sold the guns to was inside. He started to get up but ended up stumbling back over onto the pile of gear as Andy was in the middle of moving the truck.

Pedro reached out and caught Doug’s arm, “Easy my friend.”

Doug half slurred, “I think I know whose in there.”

“You might be right but getting yourself hurt to find out isn’t smart.”

The limo passed them by and Andy finished pulling up to the pump.

Doug watched the limo enter the highway and start to accelerate away. He wondered if his life was doing much the same.

Dawn reached over and touched Doug on the shoulder, “I know that look.”

Doing his best to shake his emotions off his sleeves Doug shook his head and gave Dawn a big grin, “What you talking about.” He then started to half climb and half fall out of the trucks bed.

Reggie jumped down and landed while holding onto the side of the truck. If he hadn’t of being doing that he would have surely tumbled over due to his own level of intoxication. “Man, I gotta piss.”

Dawn elected to climb out instead of jump out.

Doug, wanting to put some more space between him and Dawn, pointed at both Reggie and Dawn. “They why don’t you girls go together.”

Dawn’s eyes narrowed, “That’s not cool, besides I don’t have to go.”

Doug asked, “Really? How can you broads go for so long without needing to take a piss?”

It was Pedro that answered as he descended down from the trucks back, “Training.”

Doug swiveled his head to look at Pedro and wished he hadn’t as his vision and brain sloshed within his skull as a result.

Pedro, seeing Doug’s bewildered look, elaborated, “Females go through more undressing in order to relieve themselves. It is this disinterest or laziness that turns itself into a training regiment of resilience.”

Reggie and Doug looked at each other and then to Dawn. Reggie then burst out laughing “Did he just call women lazy pissers?”

Doug added, “That’s why you all gotta sit down to pee, cause you’re lazy.”

Pedro said in a slightly elevated tone, “That is not what I was implying. It is their ability to withstand that makes them last longer.”

Dawn pointed at both Reggie and Doug, “You hear that you two pump chumps. We can go the distance compared to you premature types.”

Doug and Reggie, being unsettled by the not entirely false premature accusation, calmed down and coughed in near unison.

Dawn looked to Pedro, “I know that sounds true and all but how did you know that?”

Pedro gave a smile, “Given enough time and practice, proficiency in just about anything is obtainable.”

Dawn looked over at Doug, “Did you know he was this smart?”

Doug got out the word “-ass.”

Dawn’s eyes crossed if only for a second.

Doug repeated the entire phrase, “Smart-ass is more like it.”

Dawn rolled her eyes.