My rental house on the back side of my property had been empty for a month. I had decided against renting it out. I was just going to use it as a guest house for a while. Renters are a hassle and I didn't need the money. My latest book was still on the shelves and it was doing a pretty good business on Amazon. The previous two had been successful beyond my wildest expectations and I was rolling in the tall clover. The last renter I had was a friend's sister and it had turned a little ugly. She didn't pay her rent, had a succession of parties that seemed to involve pickup trucks with confederate flags in the back windows and loud, bad country music.
It took me three months to get rid of her. I have a good bit of company, four sisters and their kids, that love the white sand beaches in south eastern Alabama and I was just going to keep it open for them. Then Reilly called me.
I didn't know her personally; she was just the wife of a friend. He was one of those guys that always seem to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I don't think he intended to get in trouble, but trouble followed him wherever he went. I learned quickly that I needed to avoid him in all public situations. I was riding with him to play golf and he couldn't keep his speed down. It's possible to speed a little and get away with it; we all do it, but he pushed his luck. We got pulled over and he was stupid enough to let the cop search his car. That was really stupid because he had a loaded .38 in his glove box. It was locked, but you can't keep a loaded gun in your vehicle in Alabama without the right permits. He didn't have them.
The cop asked to see my ID. I don't take kindly to that sort of thing; this isn't Nazi Germany. I asked him if I were suspected of committing a crime. I wasn't, so I told him I just wanted to go on my way. He argued and threatened but I called my lawyer and he showed up in five minutes. Another five minutes and I was on my way home and George was on his way to jail. I never rode with him again.
He asked me if I wanted to go to a club and I told him I was driving. He got hammered and wound up standing up in the middle of the bar and telling anyone that wanted to hear that he and his buddy could whip everyone in the bar. I had to whip a few of them to get out of there. I went home and he went to the hospital. From then on, I only hung out with him at my house, and it was just the two of us. He had showed me pictures of his wife and she was a stunning redhead that I have no idea how he got to marry him. He told me they were high school sweethearts and got married when they graduated from college. They had a fourteen year old daughter and I wondered what her life must be like with George for a father. Apparently he couldn't keep his dick in his pants and he wound up getting caught in a prostitution sting and arrested for soliciting. That was the last straw for his wife. Reilly called me up and asked me if I had rented my place.
I told her that I hadn't, but that I wasn't going to. She begged until I relented, against my better judgment. She came over that night. She was even better than her picture. Why anyone with a wife like that at home was fucking whores, I couldn't understand. She was amazing looking. She was about five ten and about a hundred and thirty pounds, most of it in ass and tits. She had freckles and creamy white skin that just begged you to reach out and touch it. She had on a little gold sun dress and flats and she made my heart pound. She introduced herself and cried a lot while she thanked me over and over for letting her rent to place.
"My daughter Murphy is in the car," she told me. "Is it alright if I introduce her to you?"
I told her I would love to meet Murphy and she went out to the car to get her. She was a shy little thing, tall for her age and already beginning to show what her mother had looked at at her age. She was a ginger too. Her hair was lighter, a strawberry blonde color and she had freckles too. Braces showed when she smiled and she was enchanting. I got them a coke and we sat on the sofa while Reilly signed a six month's lease. She told me she was working at doctor's office. She was the office manager and I suspected money was going to be tight. I knocked the rent down to what I thought she could afford and she asked me if she could move in that evening. She didn't want to be there when he came home.
It made no difference to me. Everything in the place had dust covers on it and I had them pull their car up to it so we could unload. Like I said, the place had been empty for a month and it needed a good cleaning. We ran out of time and I asked Reilly if they just wanted to sleep in the spare bedroom of the house until tomorrow and I would get my cleaning ladies to give it the treatment.
"We don't want to impose," she said. "You've already done enough, Michael."
"Nonsense," I told her. "I'd love the company. We'll get carryout, eat dinner and get to know each other a little."
Murphy was on board and we quickly wore Reilly's resistance down and she laughingly agreed to it. I called a Chinese restaurant down the street and while they got settled into the house I went and picked it up. When I got back we watched a show on Netflix and ate on the sofa. The girls sat on either side of me and when the show was over we talked for a long time. Reilly told me she needed to go to work the next day and she was tired.
"Michael, I hate to bother you," she said, "but do you think Murphy could stay with you tomorrow? I don't have a sitter yet but I'll figure something out at work."
I figured she wouldn't be able to afford much to pay a sitter for a while. "I'll tell you what," I said. "I don't have anywhere to be most days. I work here and if it's ok, Murphy can stay with me during the day until you get on your feet. Once you girls get settled in, you can work something out. I'll even give her a little job. Can you type, Murphy?"
"Yes, really well," she said.
"Do you think you might like to answer fan mail for me?" I asked her. "It wouldn't take more than an hour a day and it would help me a lot. I'll pay you twenty dollars an hour if you'll do it."
"I'd like that," she said. "Mom, can I?"
"I don't see why not," she said. "I'm not sure that's worth twenty dollars an hour though."
"It's worth whatever I say it is," I told her. We agreed and she took Murphy and went off to bed.
When I got up in the morning she was getting ready to leave for work. One look at her and I decided I needed an office to be managed. She had made biscuits and fried sausage and eggs to put on the biscuits for Murphy and I when Murphy got up. She started for the door and then came back and hugged me.
"I'm very grateful, Michael," she said. "Thanks for everything you've done for Murphy and I. You're a good man."
Murphy slept until ten and when she came out I was in my office. I heard her moving around and getting breakfast. She knocked on the office door after a while and I told her to come in. We talked for a while and I showed her around. I have three computers, two desktops and a laptop. I gave her the laptop and she was a little unfamiliar with OSX, but she got it figured out with the ease of the tech savvy young. I gave her a template to work with and she was very good at writing letters. She said all the right things and I left her to it. She answered a dozen letters and we took a break.
"What do you want to do today, Murphy," I asked her.
"Can I go swimming?" she asked. "You have a nice pool."
"You can use it any time you want to," I told her. "We also have a quarter mile of beach you can use. I would prefer that you not go down there by yourself, but it's up to you."
"Will you swim in the pool with me?" she asked.
"Not right now," I told her. "I'm in the middle of something. I'll come out and use the laptop to write for a while if you want me to. I won't be much company for a while, but I'll be there."
She went away to change and I made lemonade and took it and the laptop out to sit under one of the umbrellas. When she came out she had on a little red bikini and she took my breath away. She was long and slender and gorgeous. Her slim body was beginning to take on that hour glass shape of womanhood. She had breasts; not full womanly breasts, but the small, perky teenage breasts that drive young boys wild. They were about the size of half a lemon, perched high on her slender frame and her nipples were obviously erect. They made little twin points under her top and jiggled a little as she walked.
"I made lemonade," I told her.
She smiled and came over to take a drink of the glass I poured for her. She turned away and walked toward the pool and her ass was fantastic. It was filling out nicely and it looked hard and muscular. I had expected the usual girlish play in the water but she just swam laps. She must have hit somewhere close to fifty before she levered herself up and out. The sunlight glistened off her wet body and the bikini had become a second skin. I had sunglasses on and I was thankful she couldn't see my eyes. She picked up a towel and dried her face, every movement graceful and vibrant. She must have felt my eyes on her because she blushed a little. She arched her back, thrusting those little boobs forward so that they looked bigger and glanced at me out of the corned of her eye to see if I was watching. Was she teasing me a little? It didn't seem likely, but that's the way it looked.
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