I haven't had a good vacation in over two years. Things were stressful at home and I needed one desperately. So I decided to take a few days off from work and go down to Atlanta for a concert and a football game last weekend. After the concert, in which 73,000 plus all tried to leave from the same exit, I decided to call it a night and walk back to my hotel. At some point in front of me, there was a girl staggering as she walked and talked on her phone. She was around five and a half feet tall, long red hair, fair skin, and a tight, round bubble butt. She was wearing brown cowboy boots, Daisy Dukes Denim shorts that hugged her ass nicely, and a white blouse. She was arguing with whoever she was on the phone with.
"I came out the same exit everyone else did. Where the Hell are you guys? I don't see you! Okay. Where is that at? Well my phone is about to die. I'll try and find it. Hello?! Hello? Damnit!"
She took a step awkwardly and fell. Fearing she would get trampled by the mob behind us, I sprung into action. I helped her to her feet and pulled her away from the mob. I asked:
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Thanks."
"I'm sorry I would have hated to see you get trampled by that crowd. My name is John."
Seeing her from the front for the first time, I couldn't help but be taken aback by her beauty. Her red hair framed her face like a Polaroid. Her eyes were a light sea blue. Her skin was lightly freckled. Her breasts were perfectly perky poking from underneath her blouse. I tried to break my stare, not wanting to appear like a creeper to her.
"My name is Tracy."
"Nice to meet you Tracy. Did you enjoy the concert?"
"Yeah it was awesome! But I'm sure not enjoying this. I had to use the bathroom after the concert was over and got separated from my friends. I was trying to call them to find out where they're at. They're supposedly heading towards a bar called Stats. We were going to have a drink or two there and take a cab back to our hotel over at the airport. They were telling me where that's at when my phone died. Do you know where its at?"
"Yeah it's on the other side of the stadium and you have to walk to it in a bad part of town. I wouldn't advise going alone."
"Can you escort me there? I'm a little drunk and nervous about being by myself out here. I'd buy you a beer when we get there."
"You don't have to do that. I'll get you there."
So we walked to the bar and got to know one another on the way there. She and her friends were on Fall Break from college and decided to come to town for the concert. She was an Art Major in her senior year from Florida. I told her some things about me. When we arrived there were people lined up around the block. There was no way we were getting in there anytime soon. She yelled in frustration:
"Damn it!"
"I was afraid of this."
"What do we do now?"
"Well we can stand here and see if we can get in or..."
"Or what?"
"There's a Waffle House close by. Are you hungry?"
"I'm starving!"
"Well maybe someone there has a phone charger you can borrow to charge your phone and I'll buy us some food to eat. Deal?"
"Deal."
So we walked to the Waffle House. The line to get inside was twice as long as the line to get into Stats. She frustratingly asked:
"What do we do now?"
"Do you like pizza?"
"Yeah. Who doesn't?"
"My hotel is just a block or two over that way. I'll order a pizza to be delivered there. I think my charger will fit your cellphone. It's one of those super chargers that will charge it in no time. We'll eat the pizza and call your friends and get you to them one way or another from there. Deal?"
"You're so nice to me and I feel safe with you. Safer than I would out here all by myself. Let's do that."
There was an old lady standing on the corner. She was carrying red roses in a basket. She asked me:
"Would you like to be a rose for the young lady?"
"Sure. Why not?"
I paid the lady a couple of bucks for the rose. I turned to Tracy and said:
"A rose for a rose?"
I gave it to Tracy. She took it, smiled, and kissed me on the cheek. We walked to my hotel and ordered a pizza. We waited in my room for the pizza to be delivered. She plugged her phone into my charger. The Pizza came. I paid for it and brought it back to the room. She was sitting on the bed. She was on her phone, but tossed it on the desk.