Chapter 3

“I like Mister Bob, Mama,” said Emma. The little girl liked that a grown up man told her about his pet raccoon.

“I like him, too, Honey,” her mother replied.

Lonny had never met a man quite like him.

She did like him, though. A week ago, had someone suggested she’d like Bob Wagoner, and introduced her girls to him and let him fuck her socks off, she’d have called them insane.

As she ushered the girls inside and gave them instructions on what to do before supper, she put Bob Wagoner out of her mind. There would be plenty of time to think about him, later.

She looked at the business card in her hand and then at her watch. It was four. They might still be open.

She got her phone out and tapped in the number.

The girls were in bed and things had finally calmed down. Lonny loved this time of day. It was “her” time and she could choose how to spend it.

She had to be up early, but Mrs. Hibbard had agreed to walk the children to school after Lonny dropped them off. She said she was an early riser anyway, and that the walk would be good for her. From her house they only had to pass four other houses to get to the school.

She sat in the old overstuffed chair the last tenant had left there and leaned back.

Now she could think about Bob.

She had talked to the physical therapist whose name was on the card. Her name was Emily and she said, “I haven’t actually met him, yet. He’s just on my schedule. I’ll do an evaluation on him tomorrow morning. You said you’re his nurse? Tell me about that.”

Lonny had told the woman what she knew about Bob’s injury, and that he had dropped out of therapy because of the pain.

“I’m not his official nurse,” she admitted. “He lives next door to me and we’re friends. He struggles to get around and is in pain regularly. I’m an LPN and I talked him into going back to physical therapy. I told him I’d help out with any homework you give him.”

“I wish all my patients had neighbors like you,” said Emily. “Well, he put you down as his emergency contact and someone we can share information with, so call me again tomorrow, or maybe the next day. I’ll go easy on him tomorrow during his evaluation.”

Lonny closed her eyes.

Was she doing this as an excuse to entangle herself with him? She felt tingles in her belly. Yup. She’d be horny again, tonight. She knew if she called him he’d happily come over. He’d happily take her on her bed and rock her world again.

What if, in the middle of that, her girls came in wanting to know what all the noise was about?

No. She couldn’t drink from that fountain again if the girls were in the house. So, when could she get her bell rung again?

She groaned as she realized she was taking it for granted that she would go to him and beg for more. What was wrong with her? She didn’t beg. If anything it had been Rick who did all the begging, usually after losing a bundle at the casino.

Her hand drifted down to press between her legs, over the fabric of her shorts. She imagined it was Bob’s hand pressing.

“Fuuuck,” she groaned. “I am in so much trouble.”

She took a deep breath and forced herself to list all the positive changes in her life over the last week. It had been a rough week. Her car breaking down and the interview being blown. Then Fuckwad French had caught her coming in after partying. She shuddered at the thought of dinner with him and what he’d expect afterwards. She owed him four hundred dollars and she knew he’d wring every cent out of her. And the next month’s rent would be due in ten days!

But now she didn’t have to fuck with French. And she had a job. She could give him his fucking four hundred and pay the next month in advance. And she had affordable childcare.

All that was thanks to the man she had avoided because he was creepy.

He was rude. He said whatever was on his mind, even if it was totally socially unacceptable. The Me Too movement had apparently affected him like water going around a rock in a stream. He had all but extorted her to get sex from her. He was definitely the lesser of two awful evils.

Or had been.

Now she was confused. He wasn’t her age. He wasn’t her type. He wasn’t her race. He had a high school education at best. He was rough and crude. He jerked off behind his fence and called her “white pussy.” There were a dozen reasons she should never speak to him again.

But she didn’t want to shun him. He had made her feel alive. She put the sex aside, since she had such hazy memories about it. He was kind and helpful. He asked for nothing until he offered her money for sex. He had offered anything she needed. He talked to her girls like he was their uncle.

She had kissed him only once, but it had been a very sweet kiss. She wished he was here now so she could kiss him a few dozen times. Her hand pressed harder as she acknowledged to herself that he’d try to have sex with her and she’d let him. She wasn’t a whore and she wasn’t a slut. At some point she hoped she could give him the money back and call it a loan.

Then she could seduce him just for fun, and because she wanted to.

She was going to have to use her vibrator again, tonight.

She hoped the batteries would hold out.

Lonny didn’t know that, next door, Bob was stroking his penis, remembering the feel of her skin on him, and how she sank down almost eagerly on his dick, and the sounds she made when she came, over and over again. He would get close and then stop. He wished he had a picture of her.

He came three times before his cock softened.

Had she known this, she would have told him to come over and fuck her as quietly as possible.

But she didn’t know that.

She wore out her batteries and slept fitfully.

Bob slept like a baby all night.

Her first full day at Sunrise Manor was finished. She had picked up the girls and they were home. Supper was on the stove and the girls were playing in their room. There was a knock at the door and when she opened it, French stood there, with that oily look on his face. He had a bag in his hand and he extended it to her.

“I want you to wear this dress Friday night,” he said. “No underwear will be needed.” He grinned.

She held up on finger and left him standing there while she went to her bedroom. She had pre-counted the rent and had it in its own little wad. She returned and extended it to him.

“How about you wear it and have dinner with your wife,” she said. “Have a nice evening.”

She closed the door as she saw something ugly come over his face. She didn’t care. What could he do? She had paid her rent.

She didn’t think about the fact that she hadn’t gotten a receipt.

The rest of the week went normally, meaning Lonny went to work and the kids went to school. Mrs. Hibbard said she loved taking care of the girls. The only thing that was left “unsettled” was Bob.

Then two sheriff’s deputies showed up with paperwork that said she was being evicted for nonpayment of rent. They told her she had twenty-four hours to move or her belongings would be put on the front yard and the locks would be changed. She was warned not to damage anything in the house.

“I paid him the rent!” she yipped.

“Can you show us a cancelled check?” asked on deputy.

“No. I paid him cash. He always wants cash!”

“Well, he says you haven’t paid him anything for three months.”

“He’s lying through his rotten teeth!” she snarled.

“You can take him to court and discuss it there. We have paperwork to deliver to you and we have done that. Have a good evening.”

They had just left, getting back in their car and driving away. She stood there and, suddenly, it all crashed down around her again. The asshole! The prick! The vermin! She knew why he’d done it, but there wasn’t any way she could prove it. It was his word against hers and she knew his word was stronger.

She was sobbing when she felt an arm go around her and looked through her tears to see a black face.

“Let’s get you inside,” he said. “No need to cry on the street, in front of the neighbors.”

It took her five minutes to explain it all, mostly because she kept sobbing. She told him the whole story. He knew about the proposition, of course. He’d heard that. And in the ‘he said/she said’ battle, her word held more weight with him, but it wouldn’t in court. He also knew she had no recourse. And he knew French had done the same thing before, in terms of actually throwing a family’s belongings out on the lawn, whether anyone in the family was there or not. If nobody from the family was there when the crew he hired to move it all out was finished, then there wasn’t much left when the family members got home. Anything of value, meaning anything that could be pawned, was missing.

He patted her shoulder until she finally wound down. She leaned back on the couch, wiping her eyes with the heels of her hands. When the girls came in Bob took them to their room and said their mom was sad right now, but that she’d be okay, later. He said he’d ask her if they could all go out to eat at Chuck E. Cheese’s and they danced. He told them to let her calm down and not to bother her for a while. Emma wanted to know why she was sad and he said they could talk about that later, and that he needed to get back to helping her feel better.

When he got back Lonny was pacing. Her feeling of helplessness had turned to rage. She was muttering about hiring someone to kidnap the man and castrate him when Bob walked into the room.

“The girls are fine, he said. “They’re playing. I told them you were sad, but that you’d be better in a little while. I figure we have ten or fifteen minutes before they wander out here again. I told them I’d lobby you to go to Chuck E. Cheese’s for supper.”

“The asshole!” she snarled.

“He is, indeed an asshole,” said Bob.

Almost as if she was bipolar, her face fell.

“What are we going to do, Bob!” she wailed. “I know he won’t give me my deposit back and every place else I looked at before this wanted a deposit and the first two months rent! I got a hiring bonus, but I don’t have enough to pay all that and move and work at the same time!”

“I have two empty bedrooms,” said Bob. “Move in with me.”

She stopped, turned, and stared at him.

“No strings,” he said. “You can pay me some rent. Just bring what you want and leave the rest behind. How long did they give you to be out?”

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