Chapter 8

While Junior and the EMT were discussing ... why it was still called the USGS and not the PGS ... and who was her daddy ... and how did he know Junior well enough to pass judgement on her ... I was chatting with Jerry.

Well ... sorta ... mostly I was asking about a decent bar where we could get a drink... ‘to settle my nerves’ ... since he was off for the weekend after he checked out ... as soon as the crew took the red truck back to the Fire Station, filled out the paper work and clocked. He had to shower,

“Wash your back?” That little statment and I could smell ready woman.

So could he.

“Ooo ... can’t. But the bar is three blocks from the station ... and tell the bartender you are waiting for Jerry. Be sure to tell her ... she’ll keep the vultures off your back. It’s the station local. We don’t let trash in. Okay?”

“Okay. I have to tell you ... we’re going out for dinner ... you are going to need your strength.” I grinned, “I’ve had a revelatory revelation and you are going to be the recipient. One drink and my house. I’ll drive. Do you like oysters?”

He nodded.

“Couple dozen on the half shell ought to do it.

“Plan on me fixing you breakfast ... and lunch ... and dinner ... and breakfast Sunday ... unless you want brunch at The Buffet.”

He got big eyed ... bigger eyed ... he was already big eyed. He could see straight down my shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra ... seldom do ... no sag ... not a smidge. Couldn’t support a toothpick if I bothered to try.

“Umh ... you sure about this?”

“Yup,” I said, “I’ll tell you about it Sunday night ... while I’m driving you home.”

I was seated at the bar sipping ... something. I had already almost fidgeted meself off the stool. He came in the door ... ooo cleaned up nice. Smelled good too.

Bartender slid his usual in front of him. I chugged whatever it was in my glass ... made the required face and, “Drink up ... what is your name?”

“Jerry,” he said.

“Oh yeah ... the EMT called you that. Knock that back ... I’m in a hurry.”

“Megan, I need to leave my car for the weekend.” He tossed her the keys, “Move it if you have too.”

“Yes, Jerry.” She looked shocked ... but agreed.

We settled in to the Volvo ... I fired up and away we went.

“Direct me.”

“Bridge to Jenne, left. Jenne...”

“When we get there ... Okay?”

“Okay.”

He was staring...

I undid a couple of buttons ... and a couple more.

“Here ... hold this.

“Oh yeah ... warm hands ... lovely.”

“Left at the light. Jenne.”

“Left it is.”

A couple of lights ... I slowed down for both ... stopping ... I grabbed his head and kissed ... with tongue ... until the car behind honked. Both lights ... same car.

A Tee intersection ... the light was long ... I had to turn on the defroster.

HONK. Again. I actually giggled. I never giggle ... it’s too girly.

“Left ... M43 ... Saginaw Highway.”

“Don’t let go ... that feels sooo good.”

“I need a supermarket or an Aldi.”

“WalMart on the right ... Aldi a few blocks farther east.”

Right turn into Aldi ... I bought three big jugs of pinapple juice and several cans of pineapple rings.

Driving again.

“Right lane.”

And we were in East Lansing. I parked in the front ... no hiding in the garage ... nope ... I was showing off.

The park was in full swing.

“Professor Abby ... Dr. Abby?”

“Not today boys ... I’m busy ... See you in class on Monday.”