Lock, Stock, And Barrel On Out
Years ago, I when was not steady with anyone, my friend at work told me about this nice gal his wife worked with. She was in the process of a divorce and was looking to meet a nice guy. He had never met this gal, but his wife had spoken highly of her so I agreed to give her a call. After several long phone calls she suggested I come to her apartment the next afternoon with a nice bottle of wine so we could get better acquinted – but that she could not leave her place as she had a young son living with her. She had stated that her soon-to-be-ex was out of town so this was not to be a concern, but did mention that he was a biker.
So the next afternoon there I went like a fool looking to get lucky. It didnt take long before this was about to happen. She stated that she had to use the bathroom, after which her son would be sent out to play while we took our conversation to the bedroom. As she was in the bathroom the son went outside. I, not wanting him coming back in early and seeing somthing he shouldn’t, flipped the lock on the door. Coming out of the bathroom, my date went straight to the front door, checked the lock, and unlocked it white yelling at me that no-one was going to lock her child out of her apartment. My gut told me to get the H*** out of there immediately, so out the door I went without saying a word.
Getting into my car, I noticed another car coming in with two biker looking guys inside who parked several cars away. I sat there waiting, wondering if one of those just happened to be her EX. Soon this huge greasy, hairy-looking dude got out, walked straight to the door I had came out of just two minutes before, and entered without knocking or ringing a doorbell.
The sound of my car starting was the best sound I had heard in a long time. I was fully aware that I had came close to getting beaten to death.