Chapter 3: Gosh Darn It

Kitty surprised him. Instead of looking pleased, she scowled at him.

“Allen, you’re really pissing me off. I thought I would have to go to the public library to find out how many soldiers went to Korea.

“I’m going to the bathroom. While I’m in there, I want you to think carefully about what you should say to me when I get back. Carefully! Understand?”

She swept out and shut the bathroom door behind her firmly. Then, she was forcing her urine out so aggressively that a little poot of gas came out of her butt. After washing, she jerked open the door and approached the bed.

He was holding his hand over his head with his thumb and fingers partially closed, as if they encircled a cylindrical object.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s a small bulb, glowing dimly.”

It stopped her short, and then she finally got it. He was simulating a cartoon, where a character gets a fresh idea, indicated by a drawing of a lit bulb hovering over the character’s head.

“I see, you’re showing me that you understand the issue I left you with.”

“Exactly, Kitty. According to my bank’s last report, I have at least two hundred sixty-eight thousand three hundred and ten dollars. Oh, sweetie, hold on.”

Allen got hold of her swaying body and gently guided her to sit on the mattress, making sure she was stable before letting go of her.

“With that much money you could buy every house in this town for CASH. Why? How? When? You’ve got to tell me! Oh, no! Are you a criminal?”

Tears were streaming down her face now, thinking they needed to break up.

“Sweetie, it’s all legitimate. Have you heard of Cripple Creek? It’s a town southeast of us, with a history of mining. From his mine near Cripple Creek, my great-grandfather extracted a shitload of gold and silver. Then, before the veins played out, he sold the mine and spent the rest of his life in Denver making wise investments. His son, my grandfather, had total control after his father passed in 1915.

“From what I was able to dig up (heh, pardon the pun), my research showed that he lost only twenty-five percent of his wealth during the crash in ‘29 and the Great Depression of the 1930s. My parents were determined to give me an ordinary upbringing, so they squirreled away my inheritance and kept it secret. When I came home wounded from Korea, the family law firm tracked me down. That’s when I learned about the enormous accumulated wealth.”

“OK, I’m with you so far. Why are you living in tiny little Cedar Grove in a one-bedroom cottage next to your neighbor’s firetrap house and roadside diner?”

“Kitty, I want ... I will tell you. I promise.”

That’s when his voice broke, and he started weeping.

“I just, I can’t. I’m ... I’m sorry, not today. I promise. I’ll explain tomorrow night. Really, tomorrow night, after dinner.

In the morning, Allen drove all the way to Colorado Springs and parked at the big new Sears store. He walked in and found a saleswoman who was willing to help him, after he explained how his neighbor had been burned out and needed everything. Allen presented a list that included Kitty’s sizes and preferences. An hour later, he walked out with four large bags.

At 2 p.m., he walked in, crowing, “Honey, I’m home!” Kitty greeted him wearing one of his old t-shirts stretched tightly over her bouncy breasts and obvious nipples. He insisted on a juicy kiss while fondling her breast.

“That’s the dented one in your hand, silly.”

“By now you must how I feel about your rack. Before we play dolly dress-up, maybe you should lean over the table so I can screw you from behind.”

“Allen, you’re already hard! Help me get off your dungarees. I’ll give you a quick slobber, and then you can get behind me and bury your monster.”

A few minutes later, Kitty was delighting in the sensations as he probed deeply. The surgeons had left a little nubbin of flesh where her cervix had been. This was rubbing the extra-sensitive triangular gap under the head of his cock.

“Allen?”

“Mm?”

“I love this; I do. Next time, though, use my other hole.”

“Really?”

“Yes, please. I am really sensitive back there. It will be so much fun!”

Although distracted, inspiration struck him. He put his pointer finger into his mouth and coated it with spit, then slowly inserted the wet digit into her back passage.

“Oh, God! Oh! Oh! Coming!”

He was shocked when both his cock and his finger were being enthusiastically squeezed by her contractions.

“Having fun, Kitty?”

“What a STUPID question! You’re a fucking genius!”

After he flooded her with extra cream, they padded up the carpeted stairs for a shared shower.