Free The Encounter by Norman Fitts Page B

his voice. "I don't know who's crazier, you or me."
                  She started pulling her blouse out of her skirt.
                  He backed away. "Hey, wait a minute."
                  She turned her back to him and pulled her blouse up under her arms. "Move my hair and look."
                  "Look at what? Your five minutes are up. I'm outta here."
                  She was getting mad. "Just look!", she screamed. She couldn't waste any more time on this. One way or another, that truck was taking her to her ship.
                  "Alright, alright..." he moved her hair, immediately let it go and moved back. "God Maggie, what is it?"
                  She lowered her blouse and faced him. "Larry, it's just me. Where I come from we all look like that."
                  "Where you come from they probably have visiting hours. Please, just cut the E.T. bullshit. You're spine's deformed. I'm sure there's a medical term for it. Look, I'm not gonna leave you out here. Fix your clothes and I'll take you back with me."
                  He started around her. If it had been anyone else she would have ended right here. She grabbed his belt line, and with one hand, picked him up and shoved him against the wall.
                  It all happened in slow motion for him. He felt himself leave the floor. His head and back hit the wall. All of his weight was hanging straddle the crotch in his pants, a foot and a half off the floor.
                  She looked up at him. "What am I gonna have to do to convince you?"
                  The pain in his genitals made it hard to breath much less talk. "Ahhh... You made your point." His eyes rolled back. "Please, put me down."
                  She set him down. He doubled over and leaned against the wall.
                  It was obvious she'd hurt him. "I'm sorry. I lost my temper. I just didn't know what else to do... Are you alright?" She tried to move closer.
                  He slid a step away along the wall. "Sure. As long as I never wanted children." He took a deep breath and straightened up. For a minute, he just knew he was going to throw up.
                  "I just need a ride... Please..."
                  "Fix your clothes. I'll wait for you outside." He eased past her toward the door.
                  She reached out and touched him. He pulled away and kept going. She watched him leave and shut the door. The pain in his groin was nothing, she thought, compared to the emotional turmoil she was experiencing. She felt like she was losing it. For better or worse, in half an hour they'd be free of one another.
                  Lawrence walked a few steps and paused. He was hurting, and it had nothing to do with his emotions. He'd just had his testicles shoved up his ass. What he wanted now was to be away from her, or it, or whatever the hell she was. He half ran, half limped, to his truck. He slowed for a second to look at the damaged back and side. To hell with the insurance, even Allstate's hands weren't that big. He'd claim he was side swiped, just after an alien hit man blew away the back, right. He'd come up with something. He got in and started it.
                  Margaret stepped out of the Men's Room. She'd taken the time to wet her face and hands. She started for the truck. It started for the exit. He was leaving without her.
                  She panicked. "No. Don't leave, please." She shouted and started running after the truck.
                  He saw her through the hole in the back and accelerated. His timing was perfect. There was a space in the traffic and he slipped right in.
                  As he moved along the access road, he checked the mirror on the passenger's side. She was still running after him yelling something.