Jazzie
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Brad Investigates...
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Brad slid out of the car, a cautious expression plastered on his face. "Hello?" he called through the pouring rain. "Hello? Is anyone there?"
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A squeal sounded from behind the bushes.
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He leaned over the vale of leaves and spotted the creators of the rustling: a man and a woman, half-naked, messing around in the rain.
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Never a man for public displays of affection, he cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Excuse me…"
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The girl looked up from the man's neck and saw Brad. She poked the man. "Honey… honey. Stop," she ordered.
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"Hi, I'm Brad Majors, my fiancé and I are having car trouble. Do you know where we might find a telephone?"
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The woman smiled. "Sure, there's a place a few miles down the road. My boyfriend and I both ride bikes. We can put y'all on the back if ya need a ride there."