Toy's Story

A Novel by
Brenda
Stokes
Lee

Toy
’s Story

By
Brenda
Stokes
Lee

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As
I
watched
the
tow
truck
pull
away
with
my
totally
destroyed
Lexus
truck
I
was
pissed.
  
Still,
I
couldn't
help
but
ponder
how
blessed
I
was
to
be
alive.
That
damn
deer
came
from
nowhere
and
stood
in
front
of
my
vehicle
like
a
five
hundred
pound
marble
statue.
There
was
nowhere
to
go
and
nothing
that
I
could
do
but
hit
him.
 

"Dumb
ass,
he
just
officially
ruined
both
of
our
Christmas.
 
Now,
what?
 
It's
eight
o'clock
at
night
on
Christmas
Eve
and
I'm
not
even
close
to
home."
 
I
thought
as
I
entered
the
restaurant
were
the
tow
truck
driver
so
kindly
dropped
me
off.
 
"Well
at
least
I
can
pee
and
get
something
to
eat
while
I
wait
for
somebody
to
pick
me
up."

After
quickly
scanning
the
almost
empty
bar
and
grill
I
went
to
the
ladies
room
to
freshen
up.
It
was
snowing
so
I
staked
my
claim
on
a
booth
with
a
window
as
I
waited
for
either
Jamar
or
Tyson
to
return
my
messages.
More
out
of
boredom
than
anything
else
I
searched
my
purse
for
change
to
play
a
few
songs
on
the
jukebox
to
kill
some
time.
While
standing
at
the
jukebox
surveying
the
selections
a
handsome
young
man
approached
me.
 
Leaning
over
my
shoulder
he
seductively
whispers,
“
G102
”
in
my
ear.

Momentarily
stunned
by
his
closeness
and
the
undeniable
tingles
his
sultry,
sexy
voice
sent
through
my
erotic
core,
I
hesitated
and
then
calmly
replied,
“
I
beg
your
pardon?"

"You're
looking
for
selection
G102.
”
He
repeated.

Not
knowing
exactly
what
troll
had
crawled
out
of
his
hole
to
fuck
with
me
on
Christmas
Eve
after
the
nightmare
that
I
had
just
endured;
I
cautiously
gripped
the
can
of
mace
in
my
jacket
pocket
and
prepared
to
fuck
him
up.
 
To
my
absolute
surprise
I
looked
over
my
shoulders
only
to
lose
myself
in
the
prettiest big
eyes
God
gave
to
a
man.
 
He
smiled
at
me
and
I
instantly
relaxed.

“
Oh My
Damn!
”
I
thought.
  “
Who
the
hell
is
this?"

Determined
not
to
go
soft
over
his
pretty
boy
swag,
or
display
the
slightest
hint
of
interest
I
looked
back
at
the
Jukebox
menu
to
see
what
song
G102
was.
 
Surprisingly
it
was
How
Can
You
Mend
a
Broken
Heart,
by
Al
Green.

I
snickered
and
thought,
"Yeah
right."
 
Before
I
casually
replied,
“
I
don
’
t
even
think
so."

“
Why
not?
”
His
deep
sexy
voice
inquired.

“
Probably
because
my
heart
is
not
broken
and
I
plan
to
keep
it
that
way.
” 
I
nonchalantly
responded
with
my
back
still
turned
to
him.

“
Maybe
mine
is.
”
He
whispered in my ear.

"I'm
not
quite
sure
what
I'm
supposed
to
do
with
that
information."
 
I
responded
as
I
turned
to
face
him
once
again,
only
to
be
greeted
by
a
broad
sexy
smile
of
perfect
teeth
and
a
chiseled,
extraordinarily
handsome
face
that
pleaded
for
me
to
talk
to
him.

“
Damn,
this
man
is
so
fuckin
fine!
” 
I
thought
as
I
did
a
quick
head
to
toe
scan
of
the
delicious
specimen
of
manhood
that
stood
before
me.

“
Sir,
I
don't
mean
to
be
rude,
but,
who
do
you
belong
to?
 
And
why
in
hell
aren
’
t
they
watching
you.
”

He
chuckled
and
simply
responded.
"Nobody,
I
just
told
you
that
I'm
heartbroken."

“
I
’
m
real
sorry
to
hear
that.
Sucks to be you.
”
I
offered
my
condolences
before
returning
to
the
Jukebox
display
to
make
my
selections.

“
Why,
are
you
sorry?
 
You
’
re
the
solution
not
the
problem.
”

“
Damn!
This
guy
is
making
my
body
sing
and
my
koochie
clap
with
the
mere
sound
of
his
voice!
 
Imagine
what
he
could
do
with
that
perfect
mouth."
I
thought
as
my
mind
quickly
wondered
off
to
Naughty
Town
USA,
population
of
two-
just
me
and
him.
 

"Okay
Toy,
It
’
s
time
to
walk
the
fuck
away
before
you
get
caught
up
in
a
shit
storm
of
bullshit
and
a
world
of
hurt
in
Hicksville
, West
Virginia
no
less.
” 
I
thought
as
I
quickly
came
to
my
senses
and
realized
that
I
was
several
hundred
miles
away
from
home
talking
to
a
complete
damn
stranger.