Cowboy                            by: Paul G. Jutras                                           PAULJUTRAS@PRODIGY.NET

 

A cowboy name Marcus McCall took off his cowboy hat as kissed his girlfriend on the cheek and smiled.

"Come on, Babydoll." Marcus said as he giving her his charm. "Please forgive me. I didn't mean to come on so strong tonight." "Alright." Samantha giggled as she closed the door between them. "Just don't try pinning me in the back of your car again."

Mark waited until he saw the lights went off and then snuck over to the window. He watched her kick off her shoes and removed her dress. Before she could undo her bra, Mark noticed a shadow had fallen over him. "You like my granddaughter, do you?" An old lady with a walking stick spoke in a weak voice. "I could see in my mystic fire what you did to my granddaughter tonight. You may be able to get your way with young girls, but your charms don't work on me."

"Who cares, hag." Mark snapped. He walked over to the fire, unzipped his pants and relieved himself on the fire. "This is what I think of your family. Dumb blondes like your granddaughter gets what she deserves."

"So does young men who should know better than to push a witch." The old woman pointed a bony finger as she watched the fire rise and die down. "I will not stand for such things, and now neither will you." "Yeah..right. Whatever." Mark chuckled as he zipped his pants and went to his white car with bull horns on the front. Buckling up he road off laughing. As the sun set, Mark left the main road and entered a dirt one. He had just turned on his headlights when he saw a girl on a bike passing him. He felt a tingle pass through his body as they passed one another.

"That was close." Mark thought as he never notice how padded the car seats were until that moment. He let out a sigh as he felt that his bladder was full and he needed to relieve himself once again. He pulled over to the side of the road and got out. It was only when he pulled his pants down that he notice the obstruction to his chest and something missing between his legs.

"What the?" He moved to the front of the cars headlights for a better look. Hearing a weird laugher in the air, he followed the side mirror. He quat down to see the image of the bike girl change to the image of the grandmother.

"I told you that you'd never stand for such behavior again." The Grandmother laughed as she refered to how Mark had relieved himself on her fire. "The spell has altered reality so nobody remembers who you use to be, except you and me. I hope you enjoy your new life, dear."

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