Before you can make a choice, Dom gets a call and has to rush out before his beer arrives. "Fuckin' boss needs me over at the auto shop - Some drama he can't take care of himself. See ya later, Buck."
The tall, masculine grease monkey tucks his wallet away and starts for the door. You turn just in time to see his cracked leather boots stomping towards you, and the Italian-American stud's right foot kicks you hard in the stomach. You end up splayed across the boot's toe on your stomach, hanging on for dear life as he re-enters the hot sun.
The huge boot, taller than your house once seemed, is smeared with dirt and grease which is now all over your arms. You're afraid to let go, for fear of falling in the gigantic man's path and ending up crushed between his foot and the hot side-walk. So you hold onto the hot, stinky leather like a cowboy at a rodeo until Dom arrives at the auto shop..
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