"I don't like this," Tucker said, turning paler by the second. "This isn't good."
"No shit this isn't good! Our car broke down, we are in the middle of clan country and in drag. How can it get any worse this?"
"Actually, you are in drag, I am just wearing skimpy shorts."
"That doesn't matter!"
"Well, what's the, besides yelling at the Tuck-man."
"Leaving the "Tuck-Man" to die or get raped."
"Seriously."
Although I was raging mad, I decided to be nice to Tuck, he didn't deserve to be treated that way, no matter how stupid he was. "I guess, we just, um, walk."
"In this?"
"Do we have another option?"
"No, this thing could go on until four in the morning with an encore. Lets not risk it." So we both got out the car and started strutting our stuff down the road, until Tucker asked if he could try to hitch a ride.
"Are you serious? Two seemingly homo guys strutting down the road flagging down cars."
"Come on. We won't get in a car with a creepy guy or anything. Made a hot chick that likes this kind of thing will stop by and give us a lift."
"Tucker, get real. What kind of girl-"
"You boys need a ride?" We both turned to see a woman with her arm hanging out the side of the driver side window smoking a cigarette. And she was HOT. Blonde hair in a pony tail, big boobs, nice teeth, blue eyes, and a small nose. So what if I appreciate the little details to.
"Um, sure," Tucker said walking to the passenger seat of the Ford pick-up truck. The driver locked the door as he went to open it.
"Uh ah, you're in the back. Tranny is up here in front next to me."This girl was getting better and better. Tuck hopped in the back of the truck and the babe slide the back window open as I crawled in. The inside was a lot like the outside, worn down.
"Where ya headin'?" she said smacking a piece of gum.
"The Indiana Inn, ya know were that is?" I answered.
"Sure do, my daddy owns the place. I'll take ya there directly." She slammed her foot on the gas and sped off.
"So what cha'll boys doin' wonderen around out here?"
"We got kicked out of the Rocky Horror Picture Show and our car broke down," Tuck answered threw the small narrow window.
"Oh mah Gawd, my boyfriend worked there. He works security and sometimes plays one of the homos. Y'all know y'all shouldn't be wonderen around out here in that. The clan will get cha and light up a cross just fo you."
"Uh, is that guy gaining on ya? He sure is close."
"Ah sheeet! That's my boyfriend. Ya know, he probably saw skippy back there and misunderstood, we should stop and explain." Just as she finish a gun fired and Tuck screamed like a little girl.
"He is fuckin' shooting at us. Drive, drive, drive!" Tucker yelled. She spun the car around and moved the shift to reverse. We were now driving forward with the car backwards. She hung out the side of the window and with a sawed off shotgun began firing at her boyfriend.
"You fuckin' shot my truck again and I'll kill yo what ass!"
"Tucker, there is a swamp coming up. We are going to have to jump."
"What, no way!" We both ducked as the front window exploded in glass. "Okay, one," he paused. "Two," I opened the door and he put his foot on the rim of the truck bed. "Three!" We both jumped and landed in the water. My make up began to run down my face and into my eyes. But my make up was the least off my problems, and two men with a flash light were about to prove it.