“Hey, guys?” The voice of the maintenance man
echoed down the elevator shaft.
“Yeah?” Mason said.
“I’ve got Terry with me, from the elevator
company.”
“Hi there fellas,” a new voice drawled.
“Y’all okay down there?”
“Yes, we’re okay, but could you get us
out?”
“Shore ‘nuff. I’ll have ya outta there ‘fore
ya know it.”
“Christ, that’s all we need, a fucking
straw-chewing red-neck cowboy,.” Parker said softly.
Mason snickered. “I don’t know, cowboys can
be kinda hot. Remember the cowboy costume you rented for the
Homecoming carnival?”
“I seem to remember you took a real liking to
me in that. It was embarrassing having to take the stained costume
back to the rental shop, though.”
Mason laughed out loud.
It wasn’t long before the car began to moan
and shake slightly.
“Just
