Cat scatch fever (Norman)

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God how Norman loved to ride his Triumph down the back Georgia roads. They had called cut on the last scene of the week, he had hit a shower in his trailer then is was a simple stop on the side of the road to spend a few minutes with fans who had stalked their way to set. He wasn't tired tonight, the day had been more taxing on other cast members than him for a change. A cute slim brunette girl with a Southern drawl had asked if she could get a picture with him next to his bike, Norman had obliged and even kissed her on the cheek. She had been cordial with him, unlike some of his more demanding fans, and when she was done with her turn she walked to the fringe of the group. She had a beautiful ass, he watched her walk away while others cozied next to him for photos and autographs. He was starting to get a hard on just watching her.

He hopped back on his bike waving his shy wave as he put his helmet back on and rode in her direction, watching her as she talked with a friend who was bouncing up and down. Yup, she had given him a stiff one. Course, he had been fighting that all day on set as well. It had started with the make-up girl and her new perfume that persisted around him, then on set Mellissa had lingered a hand on his back as the director made changes to their scene. Emily had actually tolerated him licking the side of her face today with a genuine smile, all of these things had made his cock twitch during the day. It didn't help that he hadn't had sex in weeks. He had been so busy shooting his TV show, making appearances and trying to catch up on some much needed sleep, that he hadn't made time for sex with anyone but himself.

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She was frantic. Her rental car was pulled off to the side of the road, far enough away to be safe, but not so far that she was in the ditch that lined the roadway. It was dark, too dark for her comfort. She could see street lights behind and ahead, maybe three hundred yards in either direction, but she was in the dark. She turned on her high beams and had keep the driver's side door open a crack to illuminate the cab of her vehicle, at least if someone came along she shouldn't be in risk of getting hit on the side of the road. She tried her phone again, still no signal on this back Georgia road. She had thought Route 16 would be easier than going north through Atlanta to come back south to get to Griffin, but somehow she had gotten off 16 but she thought she could figure it out with a map. She supposed somehow watching all those episodes of Amazing Race would help her navigation. Of course she also thought that Survivor should have taught her something about changing a flat tire on a dark road. She was going to have to start watching TV shows that might actually teach her something useful in this world. Had it been two or three miles that she had been on this road before her front tire blew, she couldn't remember. But she was going to have to figure something out soon. It had been almost half an hour and she hadn't seen a single car pass by.

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Norman came around the curve when he saw the side lit up like a Christmas tree, high beams blazing, flashers on, interior lights glowing. He slowed his pace and saw the outline of a person in the lights, arms waving. Yes, it was a woman, he couldn't miss those curves. Ever the gentleman he pulled his bike off to the side of the road, she stepped back toward her car, stepping away from him. She had been so excited to see another vehicle that she had waved it down, but now that the biker was actually at her, it dawned on her that this may not have been a wise idea. She had no weapon, her keys and her purse were still in her car, her pockets were empty except for her cell phone and obviously she had no cell service.

Norman turned off his bike and pulled off his helmet. He turned off the headlight that was no doubt blinding her. "You need help?" Yup he was smooth. He said it with a slight bit of Southern drawl that was not his own, but belonged to the character on his TV show.

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