seventies bad boy// two love stories

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This all started one fateful morning on a hot summer day, August 21 1972.

Nicholas Chandler had been renovating his house and was doing a haywire job. He wasn't on the job so he left his equipment out all willy nilly. Specially his hose, he was remodeling his lawn so he had to plant new grass. He decided he now wanted his lawn to have yellow flowers, so he was planting various flowers and a sycamore tree.

He wiped the sweat off of his thick brows and went to work. Hours later as he began to finish up he heard the sounds of padding footsteps followed by a dogs barking.

"Help!" A soft voice yelled repeatedly, " oh sweet Jesus I ain't ready to die." Her southern tone sprung out as she made her way to Nicholas's lawn trying to avoid the golden retriever that was chasing her.

Nicholas saw a big no-no about to happen, the woman was wearing these fancy heels so when she ran passed his lawn she tripped on the hose line and fell on her arm. "Ow!" She cried.

Nicholas ran to her aid but she was still fearful of the dog that was coming her way. Nicholas knew how to handle this. He ran up to the dog and they wrestled for a few seconds as they got covered in the dirty of Nicholas's lawn.

Nicholas bit the dogs neck and the dog whimpered, this was a show of dominance and the dog quickly back down."Now get on back to Ms. Robinson now Lassie, " the man ordered the dog seeing as he had lived in the house for five years, he knew everyone on the block.

The dog ran away with its tail between its legs.

Nicholas ran to the women on the floor, she looked as if she was in pain, " I got a few fixer uppers in my house right there, mind if I bring you inside, I promise I ain't gonna hurt you." He spoke truthfully.

And she trusted him. She nodded fiercely, the pain in her arm and knee was fiery hot. Nicholas lifted her up with ease, he was a tall buff man, as a construction worker, he had to be.

He brought her inside his house and laid her on his couch by his new fan. His mother urged him to get it, it had just came out and she wouldn't leave him alone about it so he finally got one, and boy did he wish he had got it sooner.

The woman looked at her rescuer and realized how beautiful he was. He wasn't the Rich boy pretty she was used to down at her families estate, he was a manly man type of handsome. He had big hands with calluses and a strong burly physically appearance. Her big eyes moved from his sculpted torso up to his angled jawline, and saw how tan his skin was. He must've worked outdoors, white men around those parts of high caliber usually looked pale, but not him.

He had curly black hair, it was silky and soft looking. And his eyes, he had the most beautiful big blue eyes, and long lashes that just brought them out even more. His nose was sharp and angular, he looked like a renaissance painting.

He was studying her too, she was beautiful. Her long curly hair, to her toned and perfect russet skin, to her plump lips. And she had this beautiful yellow flower in her hair that matched her dress.

Her dress hugged her body in a flattering way, it was tight at the top but puffy at the bottom like an hour glass.

The pain began to subside. " hi." She finally spoke as he came back to her with his first aid kit.

"Ma'am." He answered touching up on her arm to see if it was broken.

"Ouch." She cried when he moved down to her wrist.

"You've got a fracture, it doesn't seem that bad though, a lil wrap should do this lil thing some good."

He took her small hands into his large ones.