West Memphis, Arkansas is a sleepy, old river town, sitting on the banks of the mighty Mississippi River. That and the interstate that runs through it make it a manufacturing center, as is Memphis, Tennessee, across the river. Both cities are north of hurricane alley, but get their share of large, broiling thunderstorms, and an occasional blizzard that charges across the heartland of America. Life is pretty much middleclass, except for the few men who own or operate the factories that have located there so as to ship to all areas of the States.
Martha Charlap is a life long resident of West Memphis. A daring, somewhat rebellious girl, she worried her parents. So, in desperation she was enrolled in an all-girl Catholic high school, run by Nuns. She managed to smoke, drink beer, and get into other mischief, in spite of the best efforts of the good Nuns, who were trying to save her soul, after all.
After graduating from high school, she attended university. It was there that she got to know boys, and her effect on them. She became a party girl, a player, who measured which guy could take her to the best parties, or the best shows. If a guy had a fancy car, and was fun to party with, she was game to be with him.
Her breasts? They were bargaining chips. If the reward was right, she would parade down Main Street with her puppies out for all to see, she thought to herself. It was a mystery to her why a guy would spend a lot of money just to park with her, running his hand under her sweater and bra, fondling her breasts. She did enjoy being kissed.
Was she beautiful? No. But God made all twenty-year-old girls attractive to men. Some would later become fat. Others, with age, would lose their good looks. The smart ones would develop a nice personality that would make the subject of looks moot. Martha was smart. She could charm a rattlesnake.
Two summers before Martha entered university, the door opened at Hammer Construction's on-site trailer. In walked John Pezzimenti, a tall, broad shouldered boy with an infectious grin. "Howdy, y'all need any workers?"
Old, tough, lean, Jack Hammer looked up. Taking his cigar out of his mouth he said. "God damn right I do. Have you ever worked on a job site, and what can you do?"
"I can do rough carpentry, finish carpentry, sheetrock, brick work, and painting."
"You're shitting me, boy. Where did you learn to do all that?"
"My daddy owned a construction firm on the Louisiana coast. Last summer's hurricane got our building, equipment, and my daddy too. So, I decided to get inland."
"Well, we will give you a try. I'm short a sheetrock man, so go up to the third floor and find Dan Hard. Tell him I sent you."
As time went along, Jack found out that John was all he said he was. But there was more, he was a leader who got the other men to do more by telling them ways to do what they were doing smarter.
Jack said to John. "Boy, I want to make you a job site boss. Are you interested in taking classes to learn what you need to know to do that?"
"Damn straight, I am, Mr. Hammer."
John started taking night classes. Spread over three years, he took: blue print reading, structural engineering, and construction cost estimation, land survey, primary electrical service, management and training. He had to attend day classes only when a class took an exam. Two events of note occurred when at school during the day. First, during lunch at the cafeteria he sat next to and conversed with a Roman Yawnick, who was a bright, good looking, rich kid, that had an eye for every girl that walked by. Four different girls came over to say hi to him. The thought came to John that he should hook up with Roman, so he could meet some of the girls. He was sure that Roman must go to some great parties. Before he could broach the subject, Roman got up to go talk to another girl.
A few weeks later, Martha saw John walking into the cafeteria. There was something about him. He was all man, so self-assured. So, just as he was walking by, she elbowed her books off the table. Hearing them drop, John turned and helped her retrieve them off the floor. "Thank you. I'm Martha Charlap."
"John Pezzimenti here."
For a moment it was awkward, then Martha asked, "Would you like to eat with me?"
Soon they were going out one night a week, which was all the time John was free. John was surprised one Friday night, as he was pulling out of a parking lot, to see Martha and Roman drive by in his convertible. He followed them. They ended up at the Kappa Sigma house. Duncan Brown, who had worked for Jack last summer was a member of that house, John remembered. He pulled out his black book. "Hey, Duncan, John here. Got a minute?
"Sure John, what can I do for you?"
"Are you attending the party at your house tonight?"
"Sure am. Why?"
Straight out, John stated his problem. "Duncan, I have been dating a Martha Charlap. She is in your house right now with a Roman Yawnick. Can you check them out once in a while and tell me just how cozy they get?"
Duncan knew that you didn't bullshit John, so he said. "John, Roman is a Kappa Sig. If he dates a girl, he will try to get into her pants anyway he can. The girls know it, and still date him because he spends a lot of money on them as well as taking them to the best shows."
"Figured as much, but I would still like a blow-by-blow account. You have my cell phone number?"
"Sure do, John."
The next day at just before ten am John got a call from Duncan. "John, you aren't going to like what I'm going to tell you."
"Tell me anyway."
"She got well oiled. Roman was all over her tits. Nothing-new there. She lets any guy that she dates feel her puppies. But Roman took her upstairs. She left this morning after breakfast."
"Thanks Duncan. I just as soon that you don't share with anyone that I was interested, okay?"
"Sure thing, John. See you later."
John thought long and hard as to what he should do. He went out and purchased a twelve pack of condoms. The next Saturday night, after a nice dinner at the Outback, he drove her to his apartment. She did not say a single word as he opened her car door, or took her hand and led her up the stairs. He was direct. First on the couch, his hands were busy on her tits as his mouth worked her lips and then her breasts, which she displayed as soon as he asked her to. She was easy, he knew. When he was ready, he led her into his bedroom. He wanted to be comfortable. She said. "John, I have to pee."
When she came out, she was naked. John thought about that. Interesting lack of modesty for a college girl who was naked before a date for the first time.
What was going on is that yesterday Roman had not dated her. Instead, she had seen him with another girl. It angered her that a guy had dropped her for another. At the same time, John was her only sure date at the moment, so if he wanted to screw, she would gladly screw.
She is a tight bitch, John thought, as he slid his cock into her. John was by far the biggest man to have ever laid his body on her. Nothing unusual about his cock, but his size and body tone was something else. He was rock hard, the body of a construction man. It was six am, the time that John normally went to work, that he got up and fixed them breakfast. After, he took her back to bed. It was noon when they got up, showered, and he took her back to her dorm. He had three condoms left. If the girls at her dorm had seen her, they would have laughed at the suck marks on her tits. Some would still be there the next Friday when Roman undressed her. It pissed him off that someone else had been with her, as John had planned.
This went on for over a year. John had time for only one date a week. Martha had dates whenever she was asked. Since she was a known fuck, that was often.
When Martha had less than a semester before graduation, she realized that she had better hook up with a guy for real. She broached the subject to both Roman and John. Roman brushed her off gently saying that he was going to graduate school, which was a lie.
John, however, being a guy with a one-year, three year and a five-year plan for his life had already considered marrying her. Old man Hammer had gotten throat cancer from those Goddamn cigars, and had offered to sell Hammer Construction, Inc to John for a very fair price to be paid over five years. The kind of a deal usually made between father and son. John knew that he would not have time to find a new girlfriend. Besides, Martha was a lot of woman, who was quick, happy, funny, sexual, easy to get to know girl, that would be an asset to be married to. The fact that she would go to bed anytime that he led her that way was a big factor also. Very big.
He proposed. She accepted. It was not a big wedding, but very nice. John liked her dad and mom. Her father was surprised and happy that she had snared a guy like John, who now owned a construction firm, at age twenty-seven.
Jack Hammer had bid jobs locally. John decided to bid jobs anywhere within five hundred miles. In his classes he had met several guys who were qualified to be job site managers. He hired three of them. Soon, he concentrated on bidding schools, hospitals, and municipal building jobs. Those that worked for him soon learned that he expected two things beyond everything else. A job will finish on time, and it will come in at budget, or Hammer Construction will eat the difference.
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