Chapter 92

It was still dark when I woke up the next morning, and I was more than a little disoriented. I was on my side, and squeezed whoever it was laying in front of me. I could tell my hips were pushed up against a nice ass, and whoever the girl in front of me was had a nice full breast which was cupped in one of my hands.

I squeezed it and she gave a soft murmur, and I opened my eyes. And when I did I saw black hair in front of me. I realized my other hand was resting on her hip, and between my hand and her skin were panties. I wondered for a moment who this was, and while the hair was the same color as Isabelle’s, the style was wrong. And the remaining fog in my mind had me wondering if we had fun before going to sleep, and for some reason I had gotten my underwear again before going to sleep.

Then the fog almost instantly cleared when I realized where I actually was. The last thoughts the night before of stumbling into the trailer and bed, an accidental mix of alcohol and codeine being a bad thing. And if this was my trailer and I did not somehow end up in one just like it in my stoned mindset, the girl in front of me could only be one person.

I released the breast in my right hand, and very carefully extracted my arm from under her neck and slid away. And once I stood up I looked, and indeed it was Grace. I could see she was wearing black panties and a teal shirt, and I quickly covered her up with the thin blanket before going to take a piss.

My suitcase was still in the main area, so I went there and threw on a pair of shorts before looking in the kitchen. I found my coffee pot under the sink, but no matter where I looked I could not find any coffee. I went back into my suitcase and grabbed a Tool shirt and pair of flip-flops before picking up my wallet and quietly leaving the trailer.

I walked to the “General Store” near the entrance, but it was still closed. And sighing, I continued a couple of hundred yards farther to the 24 hour gas station at the entrance. Thankfully they had some items there, but for coffee all they had was instant. And deciding instant coffee was better than no coffee I grabbed a jar. And grabbing that and a large cup full from the coffee machine in the front I paid for it as well as a box of a dozen chocolate doughnuts and headed back to the trailer.

I looked around at the new construction that had gone on, and it was impressive. About 75% of the places now seemed to be rented, an eclectic mix of arts and crafts along with leather goods and other things in most of them. And once I was in the employee campground I saw that most of the pads had metal awnings over them.

And unlike the rigs in the front half for tourists, these were also a rather odd mix. The vintages of the motorhomes and trailers seemed to range from the 1960s up to fairly new ones. And some that looked to be home made. One was a cabover unit on an old truck that was made of stained shingles and looked almost like a house on the back. And another was an actual old yellow schoolbus.

I got inside and went ahead and ran a pot of water through the coffee maker. At least then I could use that with the instant. I had finished the cup I had bought, and seeing there were no mugs in the kitchen made another cup in the disposable cup when I heard the toilet flush and Grace came out to join me.

She smiled at seeing me there, and came over and gave me a soft kiss. The only thing slightly different is that instead of being at the corner of my mouth or cheek as they normally would have been she kissed me square on the lips. We wished each other a good morning, and I pointed to the box on the counter and told her to help herself.

Grace took one look, and softly thanked me. Then after digging in the fridge sat next to me with a can of apple juice and a yogurt. I asked her why she did not grab a doughnut, and she looked at me for a moment.

“George, I’m watching my weight.”

I looked her up and down, and I thought she looked great. “Sis, why in the hell would you need to do that? I think you look fantastic. In fact, you seem to have lost some weight since the last time I saw you.”

She nodded, and took another spoonful. “Oh, I have. About ten pounds, actually. But you’ve seen that outfit I wear at the saloon. It’s really snug, the first couple of weeks I actually had to wear a girdle under it so it would fit. And trust me, you have no idea how hard it is to find a decent girdle. Grandma and I took a day trip to Salt Lake, and she wanted me to get one of those old timey ones with metal stays, but I drew the line there. Only in the last week or so could I wear that outfit without it. And I’m so glad, I swear there was a pound of sweat between it and my skin at the end of the night.”

She asked me how long I was going to be there, and I said I was not sure. “I mean, I feel tons better than I did last night. But I’m still a bit sore, and this sunburn is really starting to itch.”