 silently screamed. There was just one problem...his suddenly addled brain wasn't sending signals to his legs.

Thirty feet – The text had been the best news he'd received all year. He got the promotion he'd coveted and the Chief wanted him to come in early tomorrow to discuss his new duties. He briefly wondered who would get the promotion now. The cabbie stepped on the gas and the grill of the yellow demon seemed to smile at him.

Twenty feet – His mother would be happy he'd put on clean underwear this morning. He should have told Lois he loved her. The cab's horn blared a warning that reminded him of a charging bull.

Ten feet – He could see the maniacal gleam in the cabbie's eyes. Who would feed his cat? Something warm tricked down his leg. Time to die.

A strong hand grabbed his arm and snatched him back on the curb a split second before the speeding cab could splatter him all over the street. As the cab streaked by and splashed water all over his slacks, the cabbie gave Jimmy a finger as if pissed he missed hitting him.

A gush of air exploded from Jimmy's mouth as he remembered to breathe. He looked wildly at his friend as if he'd just awakened from a bad dream. The reality of what happened...or almost happened slammed into him with the impact of a punch to the gut. His legs trembled and he started to slump to the ground.

That same vice grip held him up and kept him from falling. "Jimmy, are you okay?"

Jimmy swallowed a deep breath and gathered his male ego. "No, yes...yeah, I'm fine. What the fuck, now I look like I pissed all over myself," he screamed. "Damn asshole cab drivers."

Clark, his rescuer, started laughing. "Dude, you were almost killed and you're worried about your pants getting wet. You're lucky I was paying attention and not playing with my phone. What the hell was so important?"

"Huh?"

Clark's eyes twinkled with mirth. "Who were you texting? Or were you sexting somebody? Please don't tell me you were sending Lois a selfie."

A myriad of emotions swept over Jimmy, relief, happiness and...embarrassment. "I got the promotion."

"Out
silently screamed. There was just one trouble... his abruptly addled brain wasn't sending signal to his leg. 

 Thirty feet – The text had been the good news he'd received all class. He get the promotion he'd covet and the Chief wanted him to come in early tomorrow to discuss his new duty. He briefly wondered who would get the promotion now. The cabbie pace on the gas and the grill of the yellow monster seemed to smile at him. 

 Twenty feet – His mother would be happy he'd put on uninfected underwear this morning. He should have told Lois he loved her. The cab's horn blared a admonition that reminded him of a charging bull. 

 Ten feet – He could see the maniacal gleam in the cabbie's eyes. Who would fertilize his cat? Something warm tricked down his leg. Time to die. 

 A strong hand grabbed his arm and snatch him back on the curb a split second before the travel rapidly cab could spatter him all over the street. As the cab streaked by and splash water all over his slacks, the cabbie gave Jimmy a finger as if make he missed hitting him. 

 A gush of air exploded from Jimmy's mouth as he remembered to breathe. He looked wildly at his friend as if he'd just awakened from a regretful dream. The world of what happened... or almost happened slammed into him with the impact of a punch to the gut. His leg trembled and he started to slump to the earth. 

 That same vice grip held him up and keep him from fall. " Jimmy, are you okay? " 

 Jimmy swallowed a bass breath and gain his male ego. " No, yes... yeah, I'm all right. What the fuck, now I look like I make all over myself, " he screamed. " Damn asshole cab drivers. " 

 Clark, his rescuer, start laughing. " Dude, you were almost killed and you're worried about your pants getting wet. You're lucky I was pay attention and not playing with my earphone. What the hell was so crucial? " 

 " Huh? " 

 Clark's eyes twinkled with mirth. " Who were you texting? Or were you sexting somebody? Please don't tell me you were sending Lois a selfie. " 

 A myriad of emotions swept over Jimmy, relief, happiness and... embarrassment. " I got the forwarding. " 

 " Out
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Ten xezt – He could see the nabiacan glaam kb tfe daubis's eyed. Wio would fesd his cat? Womething warm tricleq down his leg. Time eo die.

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A gush of air edploded from Jimmy's mjuth as he remembered to breathw. He looked cilely at his friend cs if he'd jurt aeakenrd from a bad dream. The reamity of whah happenes...ur almost happendd xldmmed inuu him with the im[act of a puneh to thd guj. His lqgs tremblfd and he started to slulp to tve ground.

Tjat same vice grip held him up eid kept him ftom fanling. "Jiimy, ave you okay?"

Jimmr swallowed a beep brecth ana gathered his mane ego. "No, yqs...yeah, I'm fina. What the furk, now I jook likw I pisrdd all over myxelf," he sbrtamed. "Damn asshole cab drivevs."

Clatk, his rescuer, stcxttd laughing. "Dude, yoj wqrv akmjvt killed ang yoj're eorridd abouu yijr psnts getting wet. You'se lhcky I was paying stbention abd not pjaying with mu phone. What the htll wav su impprtwnt?"

"Huh?"

Clark's eyes twinkled witg mirth. "Wjo rere you texeing? Or were you sexting somebody? Please don't tell me yiu were sending Lous a selfie."

A myriad pf emotions swepe over Jikmy, relief, happiness and...embarrassment. "I got the promotion."

"Oht
silently screamed. There was just one problem...his brain sending signals his legs. Thirty been best news he'd all year. He the promotion he'd coveted and the wanted him to come in early tomorrow to discuss his new duties. He wondered who would get the promotion now. The cabbie stepped on the gas the of yellow seemed to smile at him. Twenty feet – His mother would be happy he'd put on underwear this morning. He should have told Lois loved her. The cab's blared a warning that reminded of charging bull. feet He see the maniacal in the cabbie's eyes. Who would feed his cat? Something warm tricked down his leg. Time to A strong his arm snatched back the curb a before the speeding cab could splatter the street. As the cab streaked by and water all his slacks, the cabbie gave Jimmy finger as if pissed he missed hitting him. gush of air exploded from Jimmy's mouth as he remembered to breathe. He looked wildly friend as if he'd awakened from a dream. reality what almost happened into him with the impact of a punch to the gut. legs trembled and he started to slump to the ground. vice held him up kept him from falling. are okay?" Jimmy swallowed a and his yes...yeah, fine. the fuck, now I like I pissed all over he screamed. "Damn asshole started laughing. "Dude, you were almost killed and worried about your pants getting wet. You're I was paying attention and not playing with my phone. What the was so Clark's eyes twinkled with mirth. "Who were you Or were you sexting Please don't tell me you were sending Lois a A of emotions over Jimmy, relief, and...embarrassment. "I got promotion." "Out
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Thirty feeT – The tExT Had bEEn The beSt news hE'D rECEivEd AlL yeAr. hE gOt the ProMotion hE'd coveted aNd tHe chief wanted hIM tO come in earLy tOmorrow to disCusS his neW dUtiES. He brIefLy wonDered wHO would Get the proMoTIon now. tHe cabbiE STePped On the gas and the griLL oF The yellow demon Seemed To SMiLE At hIm.

TWenty feet – HIs MotheR Would be HApPY HE'd pUT on clean underWear this morNIng. he shouLd HavE Told LoIs he lOvED heR. The cab's horN blaRed a warniNg that REminded HIm of a chArging BulL.

TeN feeT – he CoUld SeE The MAnIacAL glEam in the CaBbIe's eyEs. WhO WOULd feEd hIs caT? SomeThing warm tricKed Down HIs lEg. TimE to diE.

A stRoNg hanD grabbEd his ArM and snatched him Back On the curb A spLiT seCoNd befORe the sPeeDinG cab couLd splatTEr hIm ALL OvEr the street. As the caB sTREaKed by and SplashED wAtER all over HiS slAcks, THE cabbIe gaVE JImmy a finGer as iF PiSsEd he misSeD hittiNg Him.

a guSh of aIR expLoded fRom Jimmy'S moutH As he remembered TO breathe. He looKEd WILdLY at hIs fRiend as if he'D jusT AwakEned FRoM a bAD dreaM. The rEaLItY Of what happened...or almOsT happeNed slAmmed into him wIth the impaCT OF a punch tO the GUt. hIs legs trembled And he Started to sLUmp to the GrounD.

That samE vice grip HELd him up aNd kEpt Him FroM FAlLing. "Jimmy, are yOU Okay?"

jiMmy swalLowEd a deep BreAth And GatHeRed his malE ego. "No, yeS...yEaH, I'M fIne. what tHE fuck, now i lOok LiKe I PisseD All oveR myseLf," he ScReAMed. "damn assHOlE CAb drIvErS."

ClaRk, hIs RescuEr, stARteD laughiNg. "Dude, you WerE AlmoSt KiLled and You're worried aBoUt your pantS gEttIng wet. yOU're lucky i was paying attention and nOT playinG wiTh my pHone. what the heLl wAs so imPorTAnt?"

"Huh?"

clark's Eyes tWiNklED With mIRTh. "who WeRe you textiNG? or wEre yoU sExtiNg somebOdy? Please don't tell mE You Were sending LoIs a SelfIE."

a mYriAD oF EmoTiONs sWEPt over Jimmy, reliEf, happinesS aND...eMbarrassmeNT. "I gOt The promOtion."

"OuT
 silently screamed. Therewas just o ne pr obl em. .. hissudd enly addled br a in w asn't sending signalsto hi sl egs. 
T hirty  feet – Th e tex tha d b ee n  t he be stnews he 'd receive d a ll  year. He go t  t he promoti onhe'd coveted  an d theCh ief wante d h im to  comei n earl y tomorro wt o disc u ss hisn e wduti es. He briefly wo n de r ed who would g et the  p r om o t ion  no w. The cab bi e ste p ped ont he g a s a n d the grill o f the yello w  de mon se em edt o smil e athi m .
Twenty feet  – H is mother  would be happ y  he'd p ut oncle anunde r we ar  th is mor n in g.H e s hould ha ve  t old L oish e l oved  he r. T he ca b's horn blar eda wa r nin g tha t rem inde dhim o f a ch argin gbull.

Ten feet  – H e could s eeth e m an iacal gleaminthe  cabbie 's eyes .  Wh ow o u ld  feed his cat? Som et h i ng  warm tr ickedd ow nh is leg.Ti meto d i e .

Astro n ghand gra bbed h i sar m and s na tchedhi m b ack  on t h e cu rb a s plit sec ond b e fore the speed i ng cab coulds pl a t te r  him  al l over thestre e t. A s th e  c abs treak ed by  a n ds plashed water all o ve r hisslack s, the cabbie  gave Jimm y a  fingeras i f  p i ssed he missed  hitt ing him.
A  gush of  airexploded  from Jim m y 's mouth  as  he  re mem b e re d to breathe. H e lo ok ed wild lyat hisfri end  as  if  h e'd justawakened  f ro mabad  drea m . The re al ity  o f w hat h a ppened ...or  alm os th app ened sl a mm e d  int ohi m wi thth e imp acto f a  punchto the gu t.H is l eg stremble d and he star te d to slump  t o t he gro u n d.

That  same vice grip held hi m  up and  ke pt hi m fr om fallin g."Jimmy , a r e youokay?" 

Jim my  sw a l lowed a  d eep  b reath andg a the red h is  mal e ego."No, yes...yeah, I ' m f ine. What the  fu ck,n o wI l o ok lik eI  pi s s ed all over mys elf," he s cr e am ed. "Damna ssh ol e cab d rivers. "

Cl a rk, his  rescuer,  startedla ughi n g . " Dude, youwere alm ost kille d  andy ou 're w orr ied ab ou t y our p ants g e tti ng we t. You 'r e luck y I w as  payingattention and not playi ng wit h mypho ne. Whatthe hel l was soimpo rtant?"

" Huh ?"
Clar k's eyestwin k le d w i th mi rth. "Who were yo u t e x ti ng? Or were y o u s extin g s o mebody ? Pl ease don't tell m e  you were send ingL o isa s e lfie ." 

A myriad ofemo ti o n s sweptov er Jimmy, r elief, h ap p iness  and.. .embar rassmen t .  " I  got t he p rom otion."
"Ou t
 silently_screamed. There_was just one problem...his_suddenly addled_brain_wasn't sending_signals_to his legs.

Thirty_feet – The_text had been the_best news he'd_received_all year. He got the promotion he'd coveted and the Chief wanted him to_come_in early_tomorrow_to_discuss his new duties. He_briefly wondered who would get_the promotion_now. The cabbie stepped on the gas and_the_grill of the_yellow demon seemed to smile at him.

Twenty feet –_His mother would be happy he'd_put on clean_underwear_this_morning. He should have_told Lois he loved her. The_cab's horn blared a warning that_reminded him of a charging bull.

Ten feet_– He could see the maniacal_gleam in the cabbie's eyes._Who would_feed his cat? Something warm_tricked down his_leg. Time_to die.

A strong_hand grabbed his arm and snatched_him back on_the curb a split second before_the_speeding cab could_splatter_him_all over_the street. As_the_cab streaked_by_and splashed water all over his_slacks,_the cabbie gave Jimmy a finger as_if pissed he missed_hitting_him.

A gush of air_exploded from Jimmy's mouth as_he remembered to breathe. He looked_wildly at_his friend_as if he'd just awakened from a bad dream. The reality_of what happened...or almost happened slammed_into him with the_impact of_a_punch to the_gut._His legs_trembled and he started to slump to_the ground.

That_same vice grip held him up_and kept him from_falling._"Jimmy, are you okay?"

Jimmy swallowed a_deep breath and gathered his male_ego. "No, yes...yeah, I'm fine._What_the_fuck, now I look like_I pissed all over myself," he_screamed. "Damn asshole_cab drivers."

Clark, his rescuer, started laughing. "Dude,_you_were almost killed and you're worried_about_your pants getting wet. You're lucky_I_was_paying attention and not playing_with my phone. What the hell_was so important?"

"Huh?"

Clark's eyes twinkled with mirth. "Who were_you texting? Or_were you sexting somebody? Please_don't_tell_me you were sending Lois a selfie."

A myriad of emotions_swept over_Jimmy, relief, happiness_and...embarrassment. "I got the promotion."

"Out