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Many thanks to @thegoofyproofyreader for his help editing this story.

Inspired by the song “Widowmaker” by Jimmy Martin.

This story barely fits into the Sci Fi he was dead. Billy Mack turned the steering wheel away from the school bus.

The big rig missed the front of the bus by inches, but went straight into the guard rail. With all his weight and momentum, he jumped right over the rail and off the road. The canyon bottom was 200 feet down. Billy’s truck hit some trees. He expected to start tumbling down the canyon to the river. But miraculously, the trees held. The truck couldn’t go through them. The trailer sides disintegrated, and pallets of goods flew all around. The big Peterbilt cab with Billy inside took quite a beating. When it finally stopped moving, Billy took stock. He was strapped into his seat. Broken glass and tree branches were everywhere. He couldn’t move. He hurt all over. But he said to himself, thank God. I’m still alive. Then he passed out.

When Billy woke up, he hurt. He wasn’t sure where, but he knew he hurt. A man was calling to him. “Hey! Are you all right?”

Billy realized he was on his side. The truck had flipped. He was still in his seat, lying sideways in a jumble of glass bits. He couldn’t move very well. He groaned, “I think I’m OK. I can’t move. Can you get me out of here?”

“I’ve already called 911. They’re coming. You barely missed my bus! I saw you drive off the road deliberately to miss us! Thank you, sir. You’re a hero!”

“I’m glad everyone else is OK.”

The bus driver went back to check on the kids. He still had to get his bus out of the road, it was causing a backup, and it would prevent the fire department from getting here. Another driver approached the scene and started assisting. Eventually the fire department arrived. They knew how to deal with overturned big rigs, and it wasn’t long until they had Bill out of the smashed-up truck. He didn’t have any obviously broken bones, but his shoulder hurt a lot, making it hard to move his left arm. Also, he could feel a major headache. The EMTs were very concerned about a brain bleed or a concussion, so they got him hatay escort down to the hospital in Montrose right away.

When they wheeled him into the small hospital, everyone surprised him with a round of applause.

He asked a nurse, “What are you clapping for?”

“You’re a hero. You sacrificed yourself and saved the life of all the kids on that school bus.”

“Well, I guess so. I just did the right thing. I’m no hero. Hey, how did you find out about that already?”

“Word gets around. We think you’re a hero. Don’t you worry, we’re going to take good care of you here.”

Billy wasn’t used to this kind of treatment. He didn’t want the attention, and thought it was all a little silly. He just wanted to get back home and recover. They did all their X-rays and blood tests on everything. He was a miracle man — no major injuries. But they wanted him to stay overnight. That was fine with Billy, because he felt like shit and wanted to rest. It would also give Wanda some time to get over there and fetch him. He had lost his cell phone in the wreck, but the sheriff had notified Wanda and put her in touch with the hospital, and she knew what had happened.

Things settled down for Bill at the hospital. He was in a regular single room. All his tests were done so he was just resting until the next day. He did his best to sleep. But around 5 PM, there was a knock on his door, and a pretty brunette woman walked in. She introduced herself as a reporter for KKCO in Grand Junction.

“We want to do a story about the hero who saved a bus load of kids.”

Bill checked out this reporter. She definitely looked like a TV star. She had a nice face with a bit too much makeup. Her tits were plenty big. Billy wanted to see more of that. She had a narrow waist and an ass that looked like it was in great shape, if only she would turn around. He decided after that she was a real reporter.

“I’m no hero. I just did the right thing. But sure, if you want, it’ll be fun being on TV. What do we do?”

“Okay then. I’ll go get my cameraman. We were already nearby on another story, and when we found out ığdır escort about you, we came right over. Back in a minute!”

The interview was over in no time. Billy had a conversation with the reporter while the cameraman filmed it. He didn’t even remember to turn on the TV that night to see the story.

The next morning, when the nurses changed shifts, his day nurse said, “Hey, we’ve got a celebrity. Saw you on the news last night.”

“Oh right, I forgot to watch it! Did I look good?”

“You looked great. I hadn’t realized what you did to get in here. That was very heroic.”

“I’ve been hearing that a lot lately. I still think anyone would have done the same.”

Nurse Nancy said, “I’m not so sure. I know a lot of people who would have panicked and run right into that bus. You kept your cool. Well, anyway, Mister Cool, let’s get your vitals.” And that was that, nobody else brought up Bill’s so-called heroism, or the story of his crash. He was just waiting for Wanda Ann to come check him out that afternoon. Billy watched TV and dozed.

Three quick knocks woke him from a nap. Into Billy’s room strode an older, well-dressed man.

“Hello. Are you Billy Mack?”

“Yes.”

“My name is Jin. I am here to talk to you about your heroism on the highway.”

“That again? I’ll tell you what I tell everyone. I am not a hero.” Billy was exasperated.

Jin smiled reassuringly. “Okay. I won’t call you a hero. Let’s just say that you did a good deed when you sacrificed yourself rather than hit that bus. Will you accept me calling it a good deed?”

“Sure. I’ll buy that. So why are you here? I was already on the news.”

The gentleman softened his face and opened his body language. He wanted to seem as un-threatening as possible. This next part was always difficult. Some people refused to trust him.

“Yes, that’s how I found out about you. I am here to reward you for that good deed. You see, I am a genie. I can grant you one wish.”

Billy’s hackles went up. This guy was some kind of con man or faker. “Sure, and I’m the man on thein the moon. If you’re here to sell me something, ısparta escort forget it.”

This was common. Nobody trusted anybody anymore. “I know it’s hard to believe. But I really am a genie. Not quite like the Disney genies, but real nonetheless. Allow me to do a little magic to prove it to you. Give me something to do here in this room. Like I can paint that wall rainbow, or I can turn that tiny TV into a home entertainment system. Something like that.”

He thought about it for a minute. “Okay. I really like the view out this window, but it’s too small. Make the whole wall into a window.” Billy knew that would get this guy out of here.

As soon as he was finished speaking, the wall was gone. He had a brand-new picture window. The hair on his arms stood up. This really was magic. “Wow. You really did that. So now I guess I’m supposed to believe that you’re a genie, like in Aladdin.”

“Close enough. I think you understand my powers. Now let me say again, I have the power to grant you one wish. Think very carefully, because you only get one. I can change your life. Now, I’ve given out a lot of wishes, and I’ve seen how they work out. Sometimes they don’t work out too well. For instance, wishing for a lot of money almost always leads to sadness and loss. I recommend against it. Choose wisely, Billy Mack.”

Believe it or not, Billy was actually prepared for this moment. Since he had a lot of quiet time in his truck, he’d done a lot of thinking over the miles. He had one particular thing that he knew was impossible. He would never admit this to anyone, but Bill had always wished for a genie to grant him his impossible wish. He didn’t really think it was actually happening. Genies didn’t exist. It was only a fantasy. This guy was probably some kind of hypnotist. But this was his chance, his fantasy was possibly coming true, and he wasn’t going to blow it. Billy had to be bold to say what he said next:

“OK Jin, I have a wish. You’ll probably laugh, but here goes. I want a large penis. Like, I want the kind of dick that the guys in the porno movies have.”

Billy knew his dick was fine. He was completely average and normal in the size department, and no woman had ever complained. He seemed to make women happy in bed. That probably had less to do with size and more to do with being a good lover. But he had seen what some guys had, and honestly, it turned him on. He wanted that too.

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