Tim feels a hand on each of his thighs, patting him as if he was a pet dog or something. Tim is afraid that the two rednecks are going to cause him some serious damage if he tries anything smart so he just sits there, between the two of them, barely breathing. He had rat-runned between his dead aunt’s house and the university campus and hardly knew anywhere off that track, apart from the surf beaches, of course.
They had tucked themselves into a residential side street and killed the engine, telling Tim to shut the fuck up and not try anything funny. It should have been easy to spot, there wasn’t much traffic at gone 1am but the truck was nowhere to be seen. Squad cars are deployed, looking for a white dodge truck. The officer who had set all this off back at UCSD by calling all units to stop the naked student went pale as a ghost in his squad car when he heard the call, Fucking Hell, if this gets out, then I am toast. Let’s get everyone out there looking for him, a one Timothy Street. They might be taking our friend home to Kilkenny Drive but I have a suspicion that’s not their plan and that this is an abduction. Last seen in a dirty white dodge pickup with two men in their mid thirties heading north. The hobos explain to the officers what happened then the officer calls in, We have a situation here. The pickup had hardly been gone two minutes before the squad car returns.
This story picks up from locker room blues 1 and 2