Chapter 34: All in a Days Work

On our way into town we stopped at the Alexander’s Restaurant for morning coffee.

The Copper Kettle had met its demise. It closed when The Super Fund federal government program started removing old abandoned gas stations, underground storage tanks and land contaminated by leaked fuel. All the land surrounding the Copper Kettle had to go because it was once part of a gas station stop. All the old tires, batteries and junk lying around here and there between the coffee shop and the river were removed and replaced with new soil. And the construction workers, the hard hat crews moved to invade the coffee shop where previously only the local professional business men, bankers, lawyers met for their morning gatherings. Suddenly there was a mix, quite diverse, not welcomed by upper echelon. As the new god in town I was part of the old Copper Kettle regime.

I strolled into Alexander’s after arriving on view because the entrance to the coffee shop, lined with entry level windows, let all inside see who was coming. I got all kinds of different looks from friends including the owners of the local bank, a couple of attorneys, one dentist, one veterinarian and the mayor.

I’d not been going to that coffee shop for some weeks because of busy times and was frequenting the coffee shop in the city with the other oil company friends and owners, my close by love associations with Sylvia and Maria. Now I was livestock and having won my new god elevation from Mother Nature people in the local town coffee shop had more than one reason to look me over.

The Chief was there including his younger brother who managed the areas biggest construction company, a guy far larger than the Chief. And they didn’t really get along well. “Hey Tom. Is my brother’s girl friend still staying at your house?” I looked at the Chief for direction with this touchy subject and he just growled. “Her sisters are all there,” I replied. “You taking good care of them?” he continued. “Well, that’s my new assignment now, you know?” “And your wife is good with that?” “Times are a-changing,” I said quoting a song.

The waitress, daughter of the restaurant owner gave me a wink passing by and I sat with my partner and the Chief’s youngest brother, all three sons of the family present including their old dad. The waitress came and put her hand on my shoulder asking about my order. Archie, the local sexual pervert was smiling at me as he yelled, “Ask her if she wants to sit on your dick, Tom!” There was laughter from the construction crew but no response from the local business cadre.

Yes, there were more references and embarrassment for any female within earshot. One afternoon Archie walked in with a cute girl in tow, walked up to our booth and started describing his love making with her on the tailgate of his truck. “Ain’t she cute? You can pick her up, turn her upside and down and eat her like an ice cream cone.” And he always spoke with the volume turned way up.

The atmosphere in the coffee shop had changed from polite to anything goes including scuffles in the booths, guys wrestling, bad language, sexual innuendos almost constant, and now me, the naked guy with a too large penis subject to often arousal.