Imagine being engaged to Skip Talbot
You take little chasecations to the high plains, just the two of you, and a camera.
You stop to snap a few pictures of a baby mesocyclone, and to get some fresh air.
That weird dude from Killeen is back
He’s just glaring at Skip, unzips his pants, and pees on the ground.
“Come on babe. This is his storm now.”
You two leave the Texan in the dust.
He’s holding your hand, driving down a dirt road, and you’re listening to Hall and Oates. The sun is starting to set, and South Dakota is gorgeous at twilight.
You share a soft tender kiss under the waning sunlight.
There’s a black figure off in the distance
“Oh my god it’s him.”
The dude from Killeen is standing across a steep canyon, flipping Skip off.
“What the actual fuck is his problem?”
“Let’s just go back to the hotel, baby.”
You and Skip get back to the hotel. Things get passionate and steamy, the bed is lightly knocking the wall behind you.
From the other side of the wall, you hear moans of mockery. “Oh Skip!”
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The man next door slams 2 fists through the wall. “Fuck you, Skip Talbot.”