This one is from www.thedadspeaks.com with a date of 06/05/2021. It’s also my first-time publishing fiction. I had a dream the night before I started writing this and had to get it written down before I forgot it. I am publishing it today as is, and maybe later, I can edit and make better.
Hope you enjoy.
When people ask me what I do for a living, I really want to lie to them because if I told them what I really did, I know they would ask me a million follow-up questions. Frankly, I don’t like talking about myself or my job; although, I will say, I make a lot more money than you think. So, now you’re asking yourself, how did I end up here today in a hospital with broken bones in my left arm, a three inch long wound on my stomach, and a single gunshot to my right leg with a student journalist sitting next to me asking me questions about my life?
I am a REPOSSESSOR. Yes, I am hired by credit companies to haul; mostly cars, away when the buyer defaults on payments. I never work alone as I have Jeannie and Brad by my side. They have come to my rescue, and I have come to their rescue a lot. We work very well together and often know where each other will be during the repossession.
Jeannie was the first person I hired. It’s funny, because when I placed the classified ad in the local newspaper, it almost felt like a sexual ad. I wanted a strong and beautiful woman who wouldn’t be afraid of getting dirty, if you know what I mean. You should’ve seen some of the ladies who applied as most of them thought it was for sex and wore hardly anything. Don’t get me wrong, I liked bringing them in for an interview, but after a few questions, they realized it was an actual real job doing real things with real money. Man, some of them even tried; unsuccessfully, to bribe me with sexual favors. I liked the attention, but I had to shoo them all away and tell them I was a very happily married man, and my wife would kick your ass if you tried anything with me.
