As was my habit I stopped in at the "B" for my breakfast on my way home from my shift at the airport. It had been a hard night for me. I had to do a double brake change on a Boeing 727 and those suckers are heavy. I had to do them without the assistance of the dolly that we usually use because it was broken – both of them! Luckily I was in good shape thanks to daily visits to the gym and a three to five mile run every night so I was able to horse them into place without two much strain.
The tires and wheels weren't all that light either. Normally I would have had help, but because of one man being on vacation, two calling in sick and no one on swing shift accepting the overtime we were very short handed. As it was I had to work overtime in the morning to get the last of the overnight service checks out on time.
I was a little 'pooped' when I sat down in my favorite booth at the B&B Café. Mary brought me my coffee and I flirted with her as she took my order. I ordered the special for the day – two eggs, corned beef hash, hash browns and toast. As I ate I noticed a couple with two kids at a table near the front of the room. I noticed them because the man was being quite loud and was waving his arms and hands around as if he were trying to drive home some point or other. Then he got up from the table and stormed out of the place.
Gwen, who was the hostess that day, came by twice and refilled my coffee cup and I flirted with her even though she was five months pregnant. I told her she should run away with me and that she looked sexier pregnant than a lot of women that I knew who weren't and that got me a smile. The poor kid needed cheering up. The asshole who got her pregnant was in the wind as soon as she let him know he was about to be a daddy. I wasn't lying. She was sexy looking and there wasn't a doubt in my mind that I wouldn't take her up on it if she were to say:
"You think I'm sexy? Prove it. I get off at three."
In fact that were seven girls who worked the various shifts at the "B" and I flirted with and wouldn't say no to any of them.
I was at the register paying my tab when Mary came up to Shirley, who was the manager and who was in the process of taking my money, and said:
"We have a problem. The party at table seven can't pay their bill. The woman says that her boyfriend got up, took off and she doesn't have any money."
"She can go to the bank on the corner and use their ATM."
"I told her that and she said that she doesn't have a card that she can use."
"We can take her check."
"She doesn't have any. Everything is in her purse which is in the car that the boyfriend took off in."
"Then I guess we have to call the police."
As Shirley was handing me my change I asked if the woman they were talking about was the woman with the two kids sitting toward the front and Mary said she was the one. I told Shirley that I would take care of it and I handed her the money.
I was outside on the sidewalk heading for my truck when the woman from table seven came running up to me.
"Thank you so much. I don't know what I would have done without your help."
"Can I ask why you did it?"
"I've been in trouble a couple of times and someone stepped up to help. Call it karma. Paying back as it were."
"You've been so nice that I almost hate to ask, but could I get a dollar from you so I can get some quarters for the pay phone so I can call my dad?"
I took my cell phone out of the belt holster and handed it to her and she made her call.
"Not so good. I should have listened to you. You were right all along."
"He took off and left me and the kids."
She explained what had happened and then said, "A small town in Colorado."
"No. Everything we had was in the car and I've no idea where he went."
"No. My purse was in the car. I don't know what to do daddy."
"I don't know. I'll ask."
She looked at me and asked, "Where is the nearest bank?"
I pointed and said, "Next corner. The Castle Rock Bank."
She relayed the information and then said, "But how will I pick it up? I don't have any ID; it is all in my purse."
"I got lucky. A nice man helped me."
"Yes. I'm using his cell phone to make this call."
There was a pause and then she handed my phone back to me saying, "He wants to speak to you."
"To whom am I speaking?"
"Thank you for helping my daughter Mr. Dalton. Can I possibly ask you for a little more of your time?"
"I'm going to wire Melissa some money until I can get there to pick her up. She has no identification so she might have trouble getting it from the bank. Could I wire it to you and then you give it to her?"
"I guess we could do that. I'll take her down to the bank and she can call you from there and you can set things up with the bank."
"That should work. Is there a motel close by? She will need a place to stay until I can get there. I'm coming from Liberal, Kansas so it will be a while. I can't leave right away and it might be tomorrow before I can get there."
"Not a problem. She can stay at my place. It's just me in a four bedroom house so I have plenty of room. Tell you what. Just skip wiring money. She won't need any until you get here anyway."
"Too bad Melissa didn't meet you before she hooked up with that asshole Ben. She could stand having a nice guy in her life."
I gave him directions on how to get to my place from I-70 and told him we would see him tomorrow.
I disconnected and then had a thought. "All of your things are in your boyfriend's car?"
"It isn't his car' it is my car."
"You any idea where he might be?"
"No. We were on our way to Santa Fe. He has a job there."
"Then we have one more thing to do. We have to report a stolen car. Go get your children. The police station is three blocks from here."
"I don't think he stole it."
"Of course he did. He went off and left you here. He took your purse, your car and all your things. If he is still here in town just sitting and cooling down after the argument you had in the restaurant maybe it can be said that he didn't steal it, but if he is outside the city limits when they find him he has stolen your car."
She went back into the restaurant and got her kids. She introduced me to them as she loaded them into my extended cab pick up. Billy was ten and Mary Lou was eight and other than saying hello when we introduced they were quiet kids.
I drove to the police station on Second and Perry and we went inside. Jack Mansell was behind the desk and I introduced him to Melissa and explained her problem. Melissa gave him her information on the car and trailer it was towing and Jack picked up the phone and made a call and a minute or so later John Coleman, who was a detective, came out, said hi to me and took Melissa back to his office to fill out the report. While that was going on Jack called dispatch and gave them the information along with the information that the suspect and vehicle were likely on I-25 and heading for New Mexico. When Melissa came back from John's office she told me that she had given them my phone number as a contact number and asked if that was all right and I assured her that it was.
I drove Melissa and her kids over to my house and on the way she asked me what my wife was going to say when I showed up with a strange woman and two kids.
"Don't have one of those things."
"Not married and you live in a four bedroom house?"
"Used to be married, but the house was given to me by my parents before I married her so she couldn't touch it in the divorce."
"Sorry. I didn't mean to bring up bad memories."
"I'm over it. Been over it for almost six months now."
It was true; I was over it, but every once in a while I wished I'd been a little less civilized when I caught Amy screwing a guy she worked with. All I did was take some cell phone pictures and walk away from them. I have always regretted that I didn't beat the snot out of the asshole and then physically drag Amy to the front door, toss her outside naked and then lock the doors on her. But I didn't do any of those things so it was water under the bridge.
When we got to the house I showed Melissa where every thing was and told her to make herself at home. I told her I worked mid-nights and slept during the day so she was going to be on her own for a while. I told her to wake me up if anything on her car came up and then I went into my bedroom, set the clock for four and went to bed.
I woke up from what I thought was a wet dream only to find out that it was Melissa sucking my cock. She saw that I was awake and took her mouth off of me long enough to say:
"It is the only way I have of thanking you for what you have done for me and the kids."
She went back to sucking on me and I laid back and enjoyed it. It was going to take her a while. The night before I'd spent two hours with Dawn Marie, a girl I'd gone to school with, and Dawn had given me my weekly allotment of sexual satisfaction. Dawn had lost her husband in Iraq and with three kids to take care of she had gone into the world's oldest profession and I had a standing weekly appointment with her.
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