Rosco held up a plastic container of Castrol brand motor oil. "This should do ya." Randal nodded. He did not know if it was any better than Pennzoil, but it should work fine. Rosco crossed over to an old manual cash register. "That'll be $6.78. Anything else I can do ya fer?" This gas station did not have the row upon row of products of a modern gas station. There were two coolers, one with beer and one with Coke products and a small stand selling plastic wrapped snack cakes. On one wall was a calender with a bikini model on it, from 2012.

Randal pulled a sixteen oz. bottle of Coke out of the cooler. "You want one Natasha? My treat." As far as Randal was concerned, he would rather buy her a nice steak dinner than a Coke. She seemed like a nice girl, and now that he could see her in the light, he realized that she was gorgeous.

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Renee froze as she felt the knife in her ribs. "No where Michael. What's going on here anyway? Molly doesn't look so good." She was sure he had gone insane, and did not wish to rile him up. "How about we go outside and talk about this?" She could feel sweat running down her neck and back. She had never been so scared before. Suddenly she felt something crawling up her leg. She kept a firm grip on her shotgun as she considered shoving the butt of it back into his stomach. The only problem was that if she did, there was a good chance that he would end up cutting her with the damned knife. She ignored the feeling of something creepy crawling on her.