Chapter 5: Cleanup on Route 308

Allen had his arm around Kitty’s waist as they watched a bulldozer scraping away the ruins of her house and business.

“Thank you for helping me take care of this mess. The county was threatening to fine me for not dealing with it. Um, Allen, I need to ask ... No, sorry, forget that.”

“Kitty, you know all my secrets. The least you can do is be honest and tell me what’s on your mind. Please.”

“I was thinking, well, I need to do something with my days besides give you blowjobs, even though I enjoy them so much.”

“Well yeah, me too, but that’s not what you want to tell me, is it?”

She took a deep breath and straightened up to look him in the eye.

“Would you be willing to help me rebuild?”

“What? You want to go back and live in your house again?”

He tried (and failed) to keep the distress from showing on his face.

“Allen, my love, don’t be a butthead. Not that house. I meant, rebuild the diner. I liked having my own business and making my own money.”

She put her index finger up against his lips.

“Stop. I know you’re rich. But I want to feel independent by being a property owner in my own name. Even after we are married.”

Kitty deployed one of her thousand-watt smiles into his stunned face.

“I don’t know what to say!”

She looked up into the sky, exasperated.

“Say YES. Butthead.”

She waited impatiently. Finally, he shook off the paralysis and answered.

“Yes, I’ll build you a new diner.”

Furious, she shrieked and turned to stomp away, but he seized her shoulders and turned her back to face him.

“When the new diner is completed and ready, we’ll push the tables to the side so there’s room for the ceremony.”

Teary and smiling, Kitty started fumbling with the buttons of his fly.

“Hey! Don’t scare the bulldozer guy. Let’s go inside so I can ravish you.”

He held her chin and made her look up into his eyes.

“All three holes, Kitty.”

She dashed off at a dead run to the door.

“Hi Louise, it’s Kitty. I’m sorry I haven’t called sooner. After the fire, I moved in to the yellow house next door. Yeah, could you come over and make us dinner tonight? Sorry, I’m kidding. I’ll make the dinner. Of course, bring Scott. I’ll see you at six.”

“Sweetie, I need to go shopping for tonight’s dinner, so I’m taking your truck.”

“Hell, Kitty, just how much food are you going to buy?”

“Louise and Scott are big eaters, but I’m taking the truck because the roads are icy.”

“Then let me come with you, please. I trust you; it’s just that we might have to put the chains on, and you might break a nail.”

“You are very silly, but sure, come along. You can flirt with the checkout girl.”

“Not gonna happen. OK, let’s go.”

“Butthead, you can’t go shopping in your boxer shorts. Go get dressed!”

“Welcome, c’mon in. Louise and Scott O’Malley, meet my fiancé, Allen Lewis. This is his house.”

“I’m glad to meet you. Can I take your coats? Great.”

“So, what can I get you? We have beer, some rye whiskey...”

“Nothing for me. I’m not allowed to have alcohol.”

“Louise? Wait, what? You’re?”

“Yup ... Oof!”

Kitty wrapped Louise in a bear hug and shouted with glee. Allen, mystified, looked to Scott for an explanation.

“My wife is expecting, Allen. Our first. I think Kitty is excited.”

“Congratulations! Wow. Um, so what can I get you?”

“Beer is fine, thanks.”

During dinner, the two men were content to listen while their partners chattered away happily. Kitty knew that the couple had been trying for some time to get pregnant.

“I got distracted by your news, Louise. The reason I asked you here is because Allen is going to help me rebuild the diner. I want you to come back and be my cook again. What do you say?”

She had a conflicted look on her face.

“I guess, Kitty, my answer is yes and no. Yes, I enjoyed working for you, and I could use the money, but no, I can’t do it for long. Kitty, I don’t know how long construction will take, but I’m going to get big and round, and my back will hurt. I can’t work beyond my seventh month while standing all day.

“And a busy kitchen is no place for my infant to be, and I want to stay home and nurse the little tyke. I’m sure Scotty will be helping out, but his tiny tits won’t be any use for feeding. On the other hand, mine are so big I might drown the little one.”

Allen made a strangled noise and covered his face with his hand, trying not to be rude. But his shoulders were shaking because Louise was super-busty.