by T. S. Hill
“Oh yes! Just fine!”, she answered. “Does this violate any of your rules?”, she asked me.
Not a one!”, I answered chuckling.
After we had ordered, and coffee was served, Lori had left her hand laying on the table beside her coffee cup. While she had been sipping her coffee, I had been studying the beautiful features of her face, and I felt moved to touch her. Reaching across the table, I took her hand in mine, gently squeezing. She raised her eyes to mine and asked, “Is something wrong Cowboy?”
“Oh no!”, I quickly answered. “There’s something very right though.” Then taking a sighing breath, I continued, “Lori, I am just totally, and completely, in love, and infatuated, with you.”
“Aw Cowboy.”, she drawled. “You know I’m totally smitten with you too.” Then she continued, “I don’t mean any harm, and actually I like the way you’re looking at me. But do you know that the way you’re looking at me, is like you’re undressing me with your eyes?”
“What if I am?”, I asked.
“Well, since it’s you Cowboy, I consider it to be a real nice complement!” She smiled at me and I could feel my pulse quicken.
“Guilty as charged, Mam!”, I joked back at her. “I guess I’m like that guy in the old country music, comedy, song about the tattooed lady.”
“What’s that Cowboy?”
“You’ve never heard it?”
“I’ve never even heard of it.”
“Well, you’ve missed something then.”, I told her. “It’s this really old, folksy, song where a guy tells about marrying a lady who had a USA map tattooed around her body. As the song goes, every night when she goes to sleep, he flips back the bed covers and has himself a look at the map. Then he proceeds through the song, telling where different things on the map were located, like the West Virginia hills where he loved to roam. Finally, at the end of the song, he sees the moonlight on the Mississippi, and recognizes his home sweet home.”
“Wonder why he calls it the Mississippi?”, Lori asked.
“I haven’t any idea.”, I quipped back. “Maybe because the Mississippi is deep and wide?”
“Hah!”, she shrieked loudly, covering her mouth with her hands. Then she smacked my hand that I had left lying on the table. Giggling uncontrollably, she said, “That’s awful, Cowboy!”
“I’m sorry. That’s just the first thing that popped into my mind.”, I said trying to justify my comment.
Then, as she calmed her laughter, and eyeing me half seriously, she said, “Oh, so is that what you think of my Mississippi?”
“Oh no Lori! Your Mississippi is a real tight passage. I’d say a regular mark twain!”
“What,”, she exclaimed, “has that old geezer writer got to do with my pussy-cunt?”
“No. No, Lori.”, I kind of chuckled and shook my head, looking down at the table. I looked up at her semi scowling face, and smiled. Mark Twain was the pen name of Samuel Clemmons. He took that name from an old river boat term. When a crew member dropped a line in the water to measure the depth of the river, “mark twain” is what he would call out to the river boat captain, meaning that the depth of the river is perfect for the river boat to pass through. What I meant is, your Mississippi is perfect for passage of my river boat.”
“Cowboy, you were about to get my dander up!” From now on, how about leaving the literary language out of our discussions of my pussy-cunt and your dick?”
“Cock!”, I corrected her.
“Dick, Cowboy!”, she snapped back.
“Cock!”, I insisted.
“Only, sometimes!”, she partially relented.
“Today, I’ll settle for that.”, I said.
“You might as well. Today, it’s the best you’re gonna to get!”
Just then, the waitress arrived with our breakfast, and the discussion ended, for the time being. We made very little conversation during the meal, outside of comments about how good it was. Later, when we had finished, and were just out of the door and headed back to the truck, Lori spoke up, “Hey Cowboy?”
“Mmmm?”, I indicated she had my attention.
“I knew all about Mark Twain. I was just poking at you.”
I acknowledged her comments with, “Hmmm.”
Arriving at the truck, I held her door open for her to climb in. She placed her left foot up into the truck, and then with that leg, began lifting herself up. Just as her right foot left the ground, I shouted at her, “Watch out for the paddle wheel!”, while simultaneously, swatting her left ass cheek with a round house swing of my left-hand palm. Her bent leg, bearing her full weight, had drawn that cheek taunt, and when my palm made contact with it, there was a smack so loud that passersby jerked their heads around toward us. The smack stung my hand pretty bad, so I knew it had carried a substantial sting to her ass. She let out a loud squeal, and surged forward into the truck.
“Son of a bitch Cowboy! That fucking hurt!”, she yelled at me, settling into the truck.
“That’s a reminder that I do the poking in this family!”, I shot back at her just before closing her door. I went around to the driver’s side and climbed in. When I looked at Lori she was crying. “Aw, I’m sorry, Sweetheart.”, I whined. “I didn’t mean to really hurt you! I was just playing. Then reaching for her, I said, I didn’t mean to get carried away like that!”
She suddenly threw her arms around my neck, and sobbing said, “I told you not to ever be sorry Cowboy! You called us a family! Please don’t be sorry for saying that Cowboy!”
“I’m not sorry for calling us family, Lori!”, I said, wiping her tears with her skirt hem. Hey! Why wouldn’t I call us family now. You heard what Allie said to me when we left her store, didn’t you? She told me to take really good care of her new sister! Allie never says anything like that, unless she means it. I mean it too Lori, and I’m sorry if I swatted you too hard.”
“Cowboy!”, she began with firmness in her voice. “I’ve told you, and I meant it. Don’t ever be sorry.” I held her close and rubbed her back.
“Okay.”, I answered.
Just then I noticed an old geezer in a huge cowboy hat, standing on the sidewalk, and staring through the truck window at Lori’s hot legs, which I had almost fully exposed in lifting her hem to wipe her eyes. Without trying to cover them, I leaned forward toward the passenger window, and shouted at him. “Damn nice legs, eh?” He looked me in the eyes, looked back at Lori’s legs, and then nodding his head, and smiling, tipped the brim of his hat, as he moved on along the sidewalk.
Lori kissed me with a sweet smacking kiss on the lips and said, “You’re just making everybody’s day!”
“Yeah, makes me wonder just what I’m gonna get involved in next.”, I mumbled.
“Well let’s go find out!”, Lori said cheerfully. “I’ve got a feeling, it’ll be fun!”
“I’m beginning to learn not to argue with you Lori.
“It’s about damn time.”, she quipped back.
The GPS located a local branch of the Houston County Library, just a few more blocks from the restaurant. Arriving, we marched in to the front desk, toting the file box and digital camera. After inquiring about public computer use, and the availability of space to spread out my documents to photograph, we were turned over to an attractive, busty, young, bleached blond, girl.
My guess was that she was no more than eighteen. In fact, if it hadn’t been a school day, I would have sworn, despite her mature physical build, that she was barley of high school age. She spelled trouble right from the start. Despite the obvious age difference, she seemed to be taken with me right off. Even with Lori being right at my elbow, and giving her the “back off bitch” look, she still batted her eyelashes at me, and spoke to me in an obvious, flirty manner.
Not only was the girl overly friendly, flirtatious, and probably way more helpful than library policy dictated, but she also insisted on escorting us to the conference room where there was a large, long table, with chairs around it. She said that particular tabl
e would be the best place in the small library to spread out our documents. Along the way, we passed a row of PC work stations, which she pointed out as the ones I could use. When she led us into the conference room, I noticed that she flipped over a placard hung on the door, so that it read, “Occupied”.
She waved her arm around the windowless room, and looking at me asked, “How will this work for you?”
“Fine. It’ll work just fine.’, I replied. “Thank you very much for your help.”
“Sasha.”, she said. Lori and I stood at the head of the table on the opposite side from the room’s door, looking at her. After an awkward moment of silence, she spoke again, “My name is Sasha. If you need anything else, I’ll be at the front desk.” She paused, then continued, “Or, if I’m not there, just ask for Sasha, and they can get me. She paused again and began awkwardly backing out the door. “I’ll be here until three o’clock. I get off at three o’clock. If you need anything…” Her voice trailed off.
“We’ll be just fine, Sasha.” I said to her. “You’ve been very helpful. Thank you very much.” By now, Lori was full blown glaring at the girl. But the girl didn’t notice, as she was focused solely on me, either staring at my eyes, or stealing glances at my groin.
“Anything at all.”, she said with a starry-eyed look on her face. “Just ask.”
Just as she was almost out of the door, I raised my hand at her, and asked, “Sasha?”
“Yes?”, she exclaimed, stepping back inside of the door. Looking at me with widened crystal blue eyes, she leaned extremely forward. At that point, I noticed that somewhere in our path through the library, she had loosened a couple of more buttons on her yellow blouse that strained across her magnum sized breasts.
Now it was visibly obvious that the posturing of her tits was natural, and without the support of a bra. Jail bait or not, I have to say, the girl put forward an impressive rack. Somehow, pulling my own control string, I turned my eyes away from her, and back to Lori, who was visibly displaying a severe storm alert.
“Could you pull that door shut as you’re leaving?”, I asked her matter-of-factly.
“Sure!”, she responded cheerfully. And then, just when she almost had the door closed, she reopened it and said, “Oh! And you can use this room for as long as you like. No one has reservations. So, just stay as long as you like.”, she continued, backing out the door again, with her voice trailing off.
“Sasha?”, I called her name again.
“Yes?”, she eagerly called back, as she stepped back into the room.
“The door?”, I said turning back toward Lori again.
“Oh! Yes!”, she said, reaching for the door handle again. Then bending forward, into the doorway facing us, with her massive cleavage exposed, she grinned and waved, as she backed out of the room. Finally, the latch clicked. I let out the breath that I had been holding, and Lori let out a string of expletives.
“That little, whoring, bitch slut, better get her itchy, little cunt, back up to that front desk, and fucking well hope that her little skanky ass ain’t still there when we leave! She wants to flop those titties around under somebody’s nose? I’ll tear’em out of that tight assed blouse, and tie them in a fucking, square knot across her skank, assed chest! And then, smack’em into her fucking, little face! I’ll feed that damn, little, book whore her own fucking, cow nipples for lunch!” I thought about being a smart ass and asking Lori why didn’t she tell me how she really felt about Sasha, but I thought better of it, and just stayed quiet.
“Can you believe the nerve of that little twat?”, Lori continued. At that point, I still felt it best to remain silent. In my time, I had annihilated some pretty bad hombre’s empty handed, I had also recently seen the collateral damage that this little lady could lay down in a matter of seconds. I wasn’t eager to pit my wrestling skills with her fury today, or any other day for that matter.
“Thanks Cowboy for not encouraging the little skank hoe!”, she blurted at me. I just nodded once, and still kept my tongue. “Of all the fucking nerve! Right in front of me! That little, skank ho! Fucking bitch!” Finally, she jerked out a chair and sat down. Then when she smacked her palm down on the table, with a moderate blow, I knew that she was finally winding down to a lower level of anger.
“I’m sorry Cowboy, but that kind of blatant, come on, to you, right in front of me, is just as fucking insulting as it gets. That is like, totally disrespecting me as a woman! That little bitch is essentially telling me, that I might as well be a man in the room. That she’s got what you want, and is going to give it to you, and that I’m nothing more than a picture on the wall that can’t do anything about it, but hang, and look on! Damn! What a fucking, little, arrogant assed bitch! Cowboy, if you think that I’m leaving here, without leaving her with a token of my visit to remember me by? Well! Hmmm! I’m going to enjoy our departure, much more than I enjoyed our arrival! Way more!”
“I’m glad to see that you’re handling this kid like an adult.”, I said.
“Kid?”, Lori exclaimed “Kid?” That girl is no kid! Kid’s don’t throw titties in your face! Hell, kids don’t even have titties like that!”, she sputtered.
“C’mon Lori. She’s just a starry eyed high school kid.”, I reasoned.
“Then why isn’t she in high school? This is the fucking, public library! She’s no kid. She knows damn well what she’s doing! The little bitch!” She sat quietly with her arms crossed, steaming, then spoke again, “Hell! You were probably turned on and attracted to her. I mean you’re a man, and she was throwing those big ole tittles at you, and giving you the blue eyes treatment. I guess I couldn’t blame you for that.”
“Actually, Lori, no. I wasn’t. In fact, I kept diverting my eyes toward you.”, I said.
“You didn’t notice her big blue eyes?”
“Well, yeah, but I didn’t stare at them.”, I answered.
“And, you didn’t notice those big ole titties, wallowing around in her tight blouse, and that she had about three buttons unbuttoned?”
“Four buttons.”, I replied. “And yes, I noticed, but I also looked away and looked at you.”
Grabbing Lori by her shoulders, I looked at her and said, “Lori, to me she’s just another googly eyed, brainless, twat, that might want in my pants. But I know, that I would never mean anything else to her than a successful conquest, somebody she once laid, and it would be a total, and completely, meaningless fuck to me. So, if you don’t mind, I’ll pass.”
“I’d rather have my dignity, and more importantly, I’d rather have you. In fact, I’ve got you, and so, I’m as satisfied as it gets! Just let the little slut pass into oblivion. She’ll probably wind up with some little dirt bag of a prick who mistreats her, and runs around on her, and maybe even beats her, before he runs off with some other little brainless slut. So, if anything, maybe you should pity her, instead of being jealous and angry at her?”
“Yeah, maybe so Cowboy.”, Lori said, speaking calmly again. “You always have a way of seeing things in a calmer, common sense way; especially, when I’m all worked up. I’ll try to behave. I promise.”
“We’re not all that different, Lori.”, I reasoned. “This time you were the one offended, the next time it could be me. You remember that store clerk where we met?”
“Oh, yeah!”, she replied.
“Well that shot I fired at him, was in retaliation for him shooting out my back window.”
“So?”, she questioned.
“That shot hit exactly where I aimed. Those hand loaded hollow points that I use, pretty well blew his left foot completely apart. That was because I got angry. It wasn’t a tactical response. It wasn’t a defensive action. It was simply me being incensed at him for taking the shot at me. Pure anger. No reasoning involved. Just pure rage. The only redeeming thing about that situation was, that my original aim was to kill, and at the last split second, I chose, instead, to just shoot him in the foot.”
“And I’ll tell you something else th
at I’m not particularly proud of. There was a time when I woulda fucked that girl. I would have fucked her right here on this table, or on the floor, or sitting on my lap in one of these chairs. She wouldn’t have walked out of here all horney, and wishing, and stumbling all over herself either. She would have walked out of here, if she could walk at all, knowing what a real fuck felt like. And at the end of the day, I would have been another meaningless conquest for her, and she for me.”
“But, that didn’t happen today, Lori. And, it wouldn’t have happened even if you weren’t here with me, because you’re all the woman that I need. You fill me completely, and when you drain me, you drain me completely. No one else has anything for me, and I don’t have anything for anyone else. Do you understand me Lori?”
“There was a time that you woulda fucked that huh?”, she asked pointing at the door.
“I’m not particularly proud of it, but yeah.”, I replied honestly.
“How long ago, Cowboy?”, she asked.
I hadn’t expected a question in this direction, but I never knew one hundred percent what to expect form Lori.
No matter, I answered honestly, “Six months and almost a week ago. That’s the last time that I would have definitely fucked her. For the next six months, I was on the run, trying to gather what I needed to not only clear myself, but also to finish nailing Sam Milinni’s coffin permanently shut. I had no time, nor presence of mind, to even think about pussy.”
“Then almost a week ago, I abruptly met you. Well, I didn’t actually meet you, until you woke up from my blow to the top of your head. And too, we didn’t formally meet until our real names were revealed to each other. But, it actually all goes back to when I picked your limp body up off of the side of that highway, and put you back in my car. That was the first time that I saw your face, and the full length of your body. I had never seen anyone so beautiful in my entire life. I looked into your face, and something grabbed me, that hasn’t turned loose since.”
