Fireman To The Rescue: The Fireman Who Saved Me
Vicky Cloos
I dial 911 and shout, "My apartment is on fire, I need help."
"Smoke is already spreading towards my room."
I'm still speaking with the operator when I hear a loud bang on my door.
I fling the door open and standing there is a fireman with eyes so blue they remind me of blue sky.
Jake
I arrive at the scene of the fire and rush to the upstairs apartment.
The tenant opens the door and I ask, "Are you trying to burn down your house?"
"Step aside and let me take a look."
"Do you have a fire extinguisher?"
The flames are out now, but the smoke is so thick that I have a hard time seeing the tenant.
What I can see of her is exquisite, beautiful hair and a curvy body.
After the fire was out and I was leaving the building, I realized that I didn't get her name.
Silly me.

