A Ride To Remember

it's the 23rd of April, typical rochester weather, kind of damp and rainy all morning.
It's about 2pm and i'm just out of church, phew! not again, i'm walking along the ramp just as the last bus is leaving the bus station. yeah, another one hr of endless waiting and in the rain!

I didnt know when she pulled up. All i hear is someone screaming at me to get out of the rain and get in her car. I'm kind of nervous, i don't usually take free rides especially from people i don't know, but she looks harmless.
"Get in the car boy, you just came from bethel aight?" One look at the rumbling skies and i'm in the car shaking like a wet chicken.
I flash my daintiest smile, she's talking nineteen to the dozen telling me how good a christian she is and how all christians must help their neighbours when they see them in need and how i was in the rain and she's got an empty car and her "christian" nature forced her to take me in.
She's white and I notice she's smoking. She says sorry though and i smile again.
"i don't mind," i knew i was lying.

"where you going?" the accent sounds funny.
"Crittenden,"
"Where? "
"strong hospital,"
"oh," she mumbles something about how expensive gas is and how she's only being a good "christian".
"You new at bethel?" She's glancing at me with her weird looking eyes. I notice her brother is sitting quietly in the back of the beat up car.
"Yeah, 6 months now."
"How'D you find it?"
"the phone book, mapquest? i don't know. maybe i stumbled on it."
"Yay! Bethel is nice, there are many black men there." my first feeling of dread washes over me. She's still smiling and glancing at me now, i'm looking straight ahead wondering when we were going to smash into another car.
She goes on about how all her girl friends all have black boyfriends and how she regrets not getting one until she had her tubes tied.
Now i'm thinking i'm being kidnapped.

"There's dinner at my place today if you want."
"er, ah, no i'm going straight to school ma'am."
"School? it's sunday young man."
"yes, i'm going to study." i'm praying she doesn't notice all i've got is a bible and a novel (the hardy boys).
"Ok, you can call me then, be a good christian boy and give me a call would ya?"
i nod my head weakly. still shaking in disbelief.
She takes out a card and scribbles her home and cell phone number on it. i'm holding it, she says i should put it in my pocket but she notices i don't have one.
"stick it in your bible boy."
I do just that.

"Guess my age." i'm shocked!
"maybe 40," i venture. she bursts into laughter.
"You must be 35, maybe younger? 25?" i smile and tell her she's very close to it.
"You must like older women don't ya?" stony silence from my end.
She laughs and keeps rambling about how good a christian she is by dragging her brother to church.
"It's the heart boy. God sees the heart." i smile too, i nod in agreement.

Ah, soon she stops at my destination.
She turns to me i'm afraid she's going to kiss me. i draw back a little but not so obvious.
"You don't have a girl friend do you?" i shake my head wishing i could lie just for one moment.  What i wouldn't give for one innocent lie, Lord.
"Good. You don't have other women do ya?" I shake my head again.
"Good, make sure you call me," i'm out of the door, i bang the door and take a few steps towards the greying library buildings. She waves one last time and screeches off to the street.
I could still hear her shreaking, call me!

Today is tuesday. I haven't called her, maybe i should as a "good christian" boy. No! A part of me shrieks.
I never will, why should i call her?
I won't be sacrificing my life and soul on the laps of a delilah.
My mind seems to have a "mind" of it's own. What if the "delilah" where a nubile 25 yr old chick?
Maybe i wouldn't have minded doing my "christian" duties, i probably won't even be calling her a delilah. i'D have been plotting my next move.

The card is still in my bible, i haven't thrown it out yet. Maybe someone might be "christian" enough to volunteer to call her. As for me, i won't be fulfilling anyone's crazy black men fantasy. I've had enough of that nonsense!

AWWW     pooor thing. Is this a real story? did it happen to you? if the anwser is yes then you must stick to your first instinct and resist ,''Do Not Call'' she sounds wacko

At least your okay, May God protect us from all nut cases out there, amin oh.

I don't think he should.

CALL HER!! Daing?? Will she bite u?

honestly, she sounds evil, i swear that time when she could of turned back at me and ask" do u have a boyfriend?"
oooooooooohhhhh i would of fainted

and shall we all say Amen to our brother

A ride to remember is when a guy gets picked up by a pretty jobless 'adventurer' circling the country looking for the perfect fu_ck. . .

I was just about leaving when i noticed your story, you know what, your past has just come to hunt you guy, i don't want to mention your real name on this thread, so that peeps wont know i know you way long back friend. Remember that young lighted hearted girl you left way back in naija,after takling home to momma guess what goes around comes around davidylan.
Go out with her david, please, so that we can all laugh here in naija.
Anyways don't get too curious to know who i am. because it is pointless to do that. just take it that i will always be there to watch your back come what may.
From another curious person just like the one you met on Sunday