Chapter 112

“I hope they’re not gone long. Since I’m not leaving until Prudence comes back, I need to call home.” Prue is the Maine Coon

“You live at home?” It’s the thing these days ... stay at your parents home.

“Home is where my clothes are. I should let my roommates know ... so they don’t call out the Rangers ... again.” Later discussion proved the Texas Rangers were on first name basis with her roommates.

“Clothes?” I asked. I figured she’d get tired of the ‘drive of shame’ ... since ... well ... hell ... I don’t know.

Lost my train of thought.

“Oh, yes. Clothes.” She fished out her cell and made a call. It took a while ... just explaining where she was took the inquisitor at the other phone several minutes before understanding. There was a lot of ‘Really’ and ‘Yard Art’ and ‘shipping container’ ... plural. By the echo, I could tell she was on speaker at the other end. After discussing my circumstances to the satisfaction of everyone but me ... Then she was specific ... what clothes she wanted and which closet said clothes were in.

The invasion happened an hour after she hung up.

“My roomies,” she said.

I was introduced ... they weren’t paying attention. I have never seen a group of women so enamored of an airplane.

“USN Reserves.”

“Air Force Active, on leave.”

“God ... that’s huge.”

“Did you know ... that engine is the same as the ones on the B-29.” Thus saith the history buff.

“It looks like a toy hung on the Skyraider.”

“Grand Daddy used to fly one. I’m going to call him.” She did.

Grandad had never seen a ‘Spad’ that looked like a fighter ... but ... he knew how to fly one ... I know ... I bought the gas.

While this was in progress, the west woods resounded with the calls of the wild. Prudence was getting laid ... again and again ... and down by the dam ... and under the canoes ... in the cave I didn’t know was there ... Prue was getting her ashes hauled ... and that was just the second day. The first night sounded like the panther had jumped the walls at the shelter.

On the evening of the third day ... Prudence was found sleeping in the wood kayak. It was the only place Raul couldn’t get behind her.

And then the cop showed up. As a 16 year old ... I’m pretty hot ... big chest and nice hips ... and I’m fairly tall ... at least ... taller than the mean. Pretty ... but there was no way I could compete with a yard full ... five ... of beautiful ... pretty much ... and athletic ... graduated women ... I’ze a girl ... and I know it. I’m a kid ... and he was 26 ... ten years older. And this IS Texas ... he was packing a gun. Texas fillies appreciate a man packing.

Lost before I got started. I wish I could at least SEE the guy who helped Alice and me find registration. He was pretty ... and close to my age. Ah well ... the year has just started.