Selene and Abby
Copyright© 2022 by Old Man with a Pen
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.
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