Chapter 2: Surprise and Awe

The following morning I woke, and as usual, I took stock in my personal and physical condition.

I moved each arm and leg slowly to assess their function and reactions to this new day. And I also spent a few minutes slowly regaining awareness of my surroundings, which is a daily thing for a trucker, and realized where it was I was waking up this time.

After rolling my creaking and popping joints, bones, and body from my bed, I slowly made my way to the bathroom to relieve the pressure in my bladder. I was just lamenting the days’ task of returning the rental when I noticed a glint of metal in the mirror.

THE LOCKET.

As I attempted to prevent my 6” piss-hard appendage from hosing down the toilet tank and wall, I thought of all I had to do this morning. And while the sound of ‘tinkling water’ filled the bathroom, I reached up and fondled the Locket. I again studied the engraved ornate designs and foreign ‘lettering’, and the multiple small gemstones of different colors set around it’s perimeter. Thirteen in all.

It seemed to be made of White Gold, and the chain was meticulously fashioned in a serpentine-like pattern but obviously hand made since slight imperfections in ringlet size and shape could be seen. On the side was a small ‘button’ which I figured to be the opening mechanism.

As I shook the final drops off my still semi-firm but flagging dick, I decided to open it. But at that exact moment my phone rang and I instead dashed to answer it, thinking it might be my company calling. It was, and I got sidetracked from the locket while I dealt with them.

Then I hurried through a quick shower, yanked on some jeans and a shirt, pulled on socks and boots, and threaded my 1911 holster onto my belt.

I also strung the locket around my neck and tucked it into my shirt. There was something about it that made me WANT to wear it all the time. A desire to have it near me ... no ... more like IT wanted me to keep itself near me.

Or maybe ... it wanted to be near me???

Oh well ... Whatever. I just wore it when I left out like it was something I had always done.

Then it was rush off to the car to the rental agency to return the Challenger. When I got back home Jen was already back from her 4 hour shift.

I decided to take my old Jeep out for a spin. I needed to do some shopping anyway. I removed the soft top side panels, the rear window, and the doors, then grabbed a bottle of water and headed out ... after the obligatory kiss and “I Love You” to my wife.

Two hours later, and $1200 lighter in the pocket (my wife is NOT going to be happy), I pulled the old YJ into our ‘Farm’ driveway. Then I drove around back to my gun range. The shiny new black Rifle case was riding on the back seat of the Jeep.

Now let me clarify something. I might say my wife (and she is my third wife) will be upset, but in reality she is quite tolerant of my firearms expenditures.

Jen is a couple years older than me. Six to be exact. And we have been together through 21 years of ‘up and down’ including a divorce (my third) which ‘didn’t stick’ as we got back together after only Three Months. There isn’t a better woman on the planet. She loves me, and I love her. Even if I have fallen quite short in caring and providing as I should.

We have a LOT in common, and just enough differences and quirks to keep it interesting. We are literally one anothers’ ‘Best Friend’. All the way. And sadly to the point that she has few friends and acquaintances other than me, but all by her own choice. She just doesn’t have the desire to have any others.

We have always had a great sex life. We have always had great passion, cum together or simultaneously very easily, and I enjoy that aspect. I never had a more eager lover, and except for anal she has been adventurous and eager to please. As have I.

Only recently, last 5 years or so, has her libido diminished. Going through menopause and some health problems have caused the ol sex life to be placed on the back burner so to speak. We still engage in oral, and I love it, but the other things are too uncomfortable for her now.

But I still wouldn’t trade her for any other, although I do joke that I would add another ‘younger model’ if it were possible without causing her any heartache. But that’s not possible, so we make do.

As long as the bills are paid and the bank account stays above the minimum deposit amount, she is quite happy to ignore my ‘toy’ purchases. She even enjoys shooting and firearms herself, and is an impressive shot.

In fact, this one I was SURE she would like. It was a Winchester 1873 ‘Sporter’ with Octagonal barrel, Grade 1 Walnut, and 14+1 capacity. The side plates and tang bore nice engraving, and the fit and finish are perfect. She was BEAUTIFUL. And ALL MINE. And I got it for $400 less than the going price.

The action was smooth as silk, and the trigger pull crisp and clean breaking. I put 10 rounds on the ‘gong’, a 20” steel plate hanging from a stand, in under 10 seconds without a miss from 50 yards out. A distance not usually engaged in SASS Cowboy Action shooting, but it gave me an idea of how accurate the rifle was “out of the box”.

I was HAPPY with the results.

After I cased the rifle again, and policed up my brass, I took a walk around the place to check things out.