Chapter 17

Hairy

“So ... I have a little money and I’m seeking direction.” I reached over and caressed the most amazing set of real flesh it had ever been my privilege to meet ... in person ... so to speak.

“What do you want me to do about that?” asked a shivering Rachael.

“Fix me up with a destination ... some place you’d like to go ... if that’s ok?”

I mean ... who better than an airline ticket clerk? She has to know where her airline flies.

“There’s lots of places I’d like to go. But I have to be at work Monday at 5:00 AM. That’s tomorrow ... if you get my meaning.”

I hope she wants to go ... I like this girl. She’s not stunning ... stunning is always a problem. She’s girl next door pretty. That co pilot for the Sheridan based flight down ... now, she would be a serious problem.

“Do your research. We’ll go after you get off work Friday.”

It must be time to make public appearances as she was sliding out from under my hand. Soon, there was water running and all that marvelous flesh was soon covered in soap. The dressing was just as interest arousing as the undressing had been. Her sitting in front of the huge mirror preparing to meet the public, I was watching the blow-dryer fluff through those tresses ... tresses I recently had my paws in, created renewed intentions. Too soon we were in the Celica GT and heading out. Dang ... still ready to take up where I had just been.

I knew ... I know ... you know I knew ... that the girl, Karen had been an impossible enticement. An attractive nuisance of the Posted No Trespassing sort. The last three days had relieved certain stresses that no meeting of Rosie and her five daughters could handle ... no matter how many times they met.

“I’m Monday through Thursday. I get off at three.”

“Same bar?”

“Sure.”

“Okay.”

“Wait ... what are you going to do?”

“Rent a motel and hang out.”

“You could stay at my place,” Rachael said. “C’mon, I’ll introduce you to me roommate.”

“You sure about this?” I asked as we pulled into a numbered parking place at Pontiac and 30th. The other space was occupied by an Arrest Me Red Mercedes-Benz 450SL coupe.

The apartment was on the RTD route. Well, she said he rode the bus.

“Oh yeah,” she said, “I’m sure. You didn’t think I was going to let the best good time of my life go, did ya?”

She unlocked the door to a ground floor apartment, hollering, “Roslyn! Get your lazy ass up ... I have presents.”

(I’ll tell you one thing for sure ... get in a girls panties and she drops her manners ... at least when she’s with me. She hasn’t made me break new ground every time. She’s a ‘get it off, guy. I have an itch’ kind of girl.)