RESCUING ANNIE LONG:
UNDIES ON THE WINDSHIELD:
Two cars are moving along a semi-rural highway, heading from an interstate. They follow one another. The smaller car, a Kia of some sort, is in front. On its roof is a kind of oval shaped roof luggage carrier. It's top is presently rattling in the wind, in a rather precarious fashion. This is Annie Long, who is running away, but I guess more exactly, running back. Her 'away', in this case, is away from Jeffery, from the scene of Jeffery and..."But," she thought, Annie thought, "It doesn't bear dwelling on it!"
Behind Annie, and keeping up with her, though neither one is speeding, is Graham Southers, who is out on a kind of lark. One of the things that Graham now and again liked to do was get out in the country in his Range Rover -- Graham was a secret 'Anglophile' -- all of it pretty much, British murder mysteries, 'Lewis', 'Morse', 'Endeavour' all of them. His Range Rover was his one outward bow to his love of some things British. Graham was indulging that sort of passion today. He was on his way back home now and nearing the city -- a smallish midwestern city where his main manufacturing plant, a division of 'G Works Inc.', was located. Graham was the boss there: owner and CEO, now that both his Dad and his Uncle Andy were gone.
The two of them were moving along the highway, when it happened. Graham had his eye on that rattling luggage carrier on the Kia ahead of him for a few miles. He didn't like the way that it was moving on top of that car.
He decided, finally, to pass the Kia, when the top kind of exploded open and clothing of some sort flutter up into the air. It seems that most of what was in the Kia was in a suitcase or bundle of some sort. It was obvious that a move of some kind was in progress, since the interior of the Kia was packed to the back windows.
The clothing that fluttered up from the interior of the luggage carrier found a place, ultimately, directly on Graham's windshield. He was astonished by the fact that suddenly his windshield was covered by very colorful, very sexy panties. There they were, as Graham pulled over, plastered to the windshield: pink ones, blue ones, a black one, and some stretch lacy creations, it seemed, clinging to his car.
Graham pulled over and stopped, noticing right away that the Kia had pulled over and stopped also. Then came the storm.
She was young, at least younger than Graham; she had ash blond hair, and was petite but, he noticed, in passing, pushing the thought from his mind right away, rather large in the breast.
As soon as she neared him, to his utter astonishment, she began to yell, to shout! He realized quickly that it was not so much at him as simply a young woman who had 'issues' venting them.
"THAT'S IT!" she yelled, "THAT'S JUST IT! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!"
She paused seeing the look of both consternation and a bit of wonder on Graham's face.
But then she continued: "First that damn, 'I'll cherish you forever Jeffery! With his slick ways and coolness! Coolness UNTIL I FOUND HIM ON HIS KNEES MAKING LOVE TO -- NO! GIVING A BLOW JOB TO WALT! WALT OF ALL PEOPLE!"
She seemed to calm a bit but was shaking her head back and forth with her rush of thoughts. Then she looked up at Graham, who merely stood there holding this array of pretty underwear in his hands and she went on a little more calmly:
"Do you realize that he said the same damn thing to Walt, the 'Cherish you forever' thing? Do you realize that?"
It was then that Graham ventured a soft and still surprised 'No, I didn't'.
"SHIT!" she exploded again. Then she seemed to focus on what he had in his hands, the undies that had exploded from the lid of the luggage carrier.
"Ha!" she yelled. "What the hell good are they now? Buying pretty things to turn Jeffery on, when all he could think of was Walt's Schlong!"
Graham actually smiled then, thinking that she was now running down but his smile fueled her anger a bit:
"Fuck them! And Fuck him! And Fuck Walt! And Fuck you!" she yelled.
He took a step back, his hands still filled with his burden of underwear. She took one step away from him and slammed the lid of the luggage rack shut. Then she turned to him and said:
"Keep them! Enjoy! They're no damn good to me! Jeffery on his knees with Walt's thing in his mouth, cherishing him forever!"
Then unexpectedly, and, it seemed, finally, she broke into tears and went to mumbling, as she got into her car and drove off, leaving Graham standing there with all of her new undies in his hands. He looked down and surveyed his 'treasures'. There were about six or seven pair of them. They were a bit soiled now from their adventure in the wind and on his windshield.
"My, my!" he said at first, shaking his head in wonder at what just occurred. He looked again at the scraps of fabric in his hands and mumbled a heartfelt: "Pretty though!" he said, meaning, at first, the undies but then realizing that he was actually talking about her. Then he saw a card lying on the ground.
"It must have been with the things in the luggage rack," he said.
He picked it up and saw that it was the card addressed to 'Annie Long'. The address was in town, where he was heading. He suspected that she was journeying back home with all her stuff, after walking in on her boyfriend? Fiancé? Husband? Making love to another man.
A grin crossed Graham's face, when he thought about how gorgeous her rage had made her. He quickly realized how inappropriate that was and wiped the grin away. He looked at the card again and then went back to the Rover, taking his hand full of undies and the card with him.
When he got home, it was the weekend and he didn't have to work, he sat and had a glass of sherry. He talked to Long John Silver, his large and affectionate tabby, LJ for short.
"It was so bizarre, LJ," he said, sipping. "She was like a wild woman! Wouldn't want to cross her up and get that storm aimed at me!" He chuckled then and said: "At least not sure if I would! Maybe! What do you think?"
LJ gave a soft cat sound and Graham said: "I agree."
As he talked, he looked at the card and then glanced over at the pile of lingerie.
"Pretty things!" he said. "Jeffery is either dedicated to this Walt and that life style or just some kind of out and out fool!"
"I'm glad you agree!" he said. "But what shall I do?"
LJ meowed again.
"Yes, exactly!" Graham said, "Tomorrow after church; I'll do it."
Graham put his plan into operation the next day. He attended the 8:30 AM mass at All Saints Episcopal, where he loved the liturgy and truly enjoyed the eloquence of Father Boil.
"Hey, Graham," Father Boil said to him, as they chatted at the door of All Saints, following the service. "Plans today? Day off?"
"Yes," Graham said, "A visit to make is all."
"Busy over there at G Works?" Father Boil enquired.
"Terribly these days," Graham said, "Great guns! Lunch soon?"
"Good idea," Father Boil said, "Shall I call?"
"Good!" Graham said, and it was settled.
When Graham got to the Rover and got in, his attention was immediately caught by the package in the seat next to him. He'd laundered the panties and put them in a nice box and wrapped them up. He had the card with her address and was going there to take them back.
He had to admit that he was kind of wary of provoking another storm from this shouting woman but he was determined that returning her lingerie was the right thing to do. He also had some curiosity about her that a part of him wanted to satisfy.
He found her small house with no trouble, and parked the Rover out front. He was still nervous, as he went to the door and rang the bell. He heard a shuffling inside and then the door was open.
She was calm today, he noticed. Annie Long was wearing a pair of white shorts, with a gathered waistband and a white tee shirt, showing a rather lacy bra underneath. She had on a pair of shower slippers.
"Um..." Graham began, "Ms Long..."
"It's you!" she said, wide eyed, "How did you?"
"This card fell out also," he said softly.
Then he handed over to her the package. She eyed him with surprise and stood and opened the package. Her head bobbed up and she was even more wide eyed than before.
"You..." she began.
"Laundered them!" he said, "Sorry to be fooling with your unmentionables!"
Graham Southers had tried to prepare himself for almost any kind of reaction but was not even remotely ready for Annie's reaction then.
She made a kind of throat noise and flung herself at him. It wasn't just a hug. She had him in her arms and was kissing him furiously right away.
They kind of struggled to keep their balance, due to the fury of her launching herself at him. She was making throat noises and never left off, during the kissing.
The kiss broke and she mumbled: "You ... you ... you..."
Then, with Graham even more surprised, she, in a quick movement, pulled him into the house, dragging him almost and started to take her clothes off. She had her tee shirt up and off and the bra following it quickly.
Graham, beyond any control at this point, his surprise having been succeeded by almost instant lust, that he had no chance or desire to hold back or tame, simply gawked, as she now pushed her shorts down and off, reducing her to a pair of tiny, bikini white panties, lacy to match the bra. The panties did nothing to hide the push of her pubic hair, a rich reddish brown; it seemed, against the fabric of the panties.
.... There is more of this story ...