Chapter 3

I woke in the morning, just a little more unrested than usual, to find Charline had moved away from me and kicked off the blankets. She had evidently taken me literally and fallen asleep without so much as rearranging her panties, which were looped around one ankle. I looked at her rounded full ass and lightly downed pussy with appreciation, though, and wondered if I shouldnt have taken her up on her offer, but just for a moment. I pulled the covers back over her and went for my morning bathroom routine.

I was cooking my breakfast when she found me, she was still in my t shirt and her panties.

"Good morning!"

"Good morning, Charline! Want some breakfast?"

"Just toast and juice ... if you have it, thanks."

She watched me putter as she nibbled.

"Brad?"

"Yeah..."

"I wish I 'd been drunk last night, so I'd have an excuse..."

"I'm glad you weren't, I wouldn't be as flattered as I am."

She smiled.

"So ... you really meant all that?"

"Yep!"

"Then I don't have to feel like I'm an idiot or ugly?"

I gave her a stern look.

"Don't fish for compliments, babe! You know damn well you aren't ugly, and you know you're sexy and attractive."

She giggled. "Yeah, but women always want to hear that said"

I flipped suds from the dishes toward her. "Then women will always be slaves to a big dick with a smooth taking tongue attached!" I threw in a big grin so she wouldn't take me TOO seriously.

"Hey! Wait a minute," she pouted. "What about the 'idiot' part."

I winked.

We got dressed and I loaded up the toolkit and we stopped by the auto parts store. By eleven, I had her alternator fixed, temporarily. I warned her to have it replaced in the next ten thousand miles, as the brushes in it had given out and it would probably fail again because of the wear on the brush contacts.

She thanked me and pulled my head down to peck my lips and I waved goodbye, thinking there was a good probability I'd never hear from her again.

Thus I was surprised to get a voicemail that Sunday afternoon asking me to call her.

I did so, and she bubbled that her mom wanted to speak to me.

"Hello ... Brad? I'm sorry but Charline cant remember your last name, anyway I was wondering if you wanted to join us for supper tonight ... if you're free, that is."

Turns out, I was free for the evening. Julie (remember her - the one who stood me up while I was waiting at the bar?) had to catch an early flight to New York in the morning so, once again, my usual Sunday night schedule was altered.

I mouthed my acceptance, wrote down the address and promised to show up at seven.

Guided by the street map I'd downloaded, I got there on time and when the pixyish blonde answered the door, handed her the bottle of Napa Valley Select, I'd picked up on the way.

"Oh, thank you, " she cooed "You really needn't have done that."

"Hi, Brad!" Charline bubbled as she bounded to the door. "Come on in!"

Supper was ready and the table was set, I was relieved. There's nothing more awkward than the need for small talk.while sitting around waiting.

Gerri, Charline's mother, didn't waste any time with that, either.

"I'm so grateful for you taking my little girl under your wing, Friday night."

I winked at her 'little girl'.

"She told me ALL about it." I was a little taken aback by the inference in her way of saying that, but I just nodded.

"It's so seldom a woman runs across a real gentleman, these days."