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It was Tuesday afternoon, and like clockwork Old Mrs. Robbins was returning home from her weekly trip to the grocery store. But this week was different. This week, as she hobbled across Main Street an 18-wheeler was speeding toward her. Emblazoned on the mud flaps was a cartoonish rendering of buxom blonde and in stylized cursive one word: Destiny.

Seeing the tragedy unfold in his mind’s eye, the pederast leapt in to action.
He dropped his gym bag and darted for the intersection.
He leapt from the curb and grabbed Old Mrs. Robbins just as the big rig barreled through the crosswalk spraying the contents of her grocery bags and crumpling her rickety metal pushcart.

The pederast cradled the startled old marm, like a mother rocking her child. Old Mrs. Robbins was stunned at first, but when she realized how close she was to meeting her end she, gazed up to the pederast, her eyes moist with tear of appreciation.

“Thank You, my son, Thank You,” she muttered, over and over.
“Just doing my job, Ma’am,” the pederast replied, a devil-may-care grin crawling across his face. “Just doing my job.”

And he then he winked.

Date Written: May 26, 2003
Author: scoop
Average Vote: 4

05/26/2003 anonymous (4):
05/27/2003 catfish (4): excellent. really good. the end is key. one has to wonder what the wink could mean. is the hero nursing nefarious notions about that sweet old lady or did he just have something in his eye?
12/9/2003 Mr. Pony (4): I love a good "Semi-Redemption of the Damned" story. Points off for the missing semicolon.
03/25/2004 anonymous (1): Too easy a target. Pedophilia, rescue scenario.