Maxine Stone's New Life
Copyright© 2011 by carniegirl
Chapter 44
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 44 - Maxine stone is a retired Air Force Noncom trying to get by in a small town. Her new life is filled with small characters and minor adventures.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Fa/ft Ma/Ma Consensual Reluctant Coercion Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Mystery Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Fisting Transformation Prostitution
When I awoke at 6AM, it was cold in the cabin. Since there was no thermostat on the oil heater, I turned it up two notches and went back to bed. It usually took less than twenty minutes to get some heat into the room. Even then it meant showering, then stepping out onto a cold floor. The throw rugs helped, but the floors were still cold.
The coffee maker worked its magic while I took my morning shower. I needed it. I had been so screwed up the night before, I simply fell into bed. The shower and the coffee worked wonders. Except for the fact that I had a burning sensation when I peed, I was feeling much better. I made a mental note to have Ed's son Jeff, the doctor, run a STD test. If I had picked up anything, I didn't want to leave it untreated, or to pass it on to someone like the Gunny. I felt sure that he could handle it without getting all redneck on me, but some people couldn't.
I stopped for a biscuit on the way to the office. Even with the stop I pulled into the parking lot at exactly 8AM. It was my usual time. I was pleased and a little curious, when I saw Helen's van parked outside the office.
"Hello, " I said after I had pulled in beside her van.
"Hello yourself, I brought you some company, " with that she opened the door to her van. Skeeter came bouncing out. Helen had her on a long lead, so she could move around a little.
"Wow, doesn't she look good, " I said after I was out of the van and hugging her.
"We saw your friend Jen on TV, then the story on the news yesterday. Skeeter told me you needed a hug, so here we are."
"Damn, that is one smart dog." I pulled the big black dog into my arms. She just went limp. All the energy she had shown before just melted away. She became an armful of unconditional love. As I held her something in me changed. I began to cry. I was crying because of the Russian thug, but not for him. I was crying for the bit of my soul that got lost in that bank's parking lot, a part of my soul that would never grow back. There were lots of pieces of me missing in different places for various reasons. I cried for all of those as well. It was scary, but also cathartic. While I cried, Skeeter licked my face. It was her way of saying, its okay mom. In a way I was still her mom, even if I had loaned her to Helen.
"Get this dog trained to visit nursing homes, " I said to Helen. "Send me the bill, but do it." I said that as I blew my nose into a tissue.
"Funny you should say that, I had the same idea. She has done so much for me; I thought she might help others the same way." She paused a moment to wiper her own eyes, then reached inside the van. "Here, I brought breakfast for you guys. I hate to go like this, but Skeeter and I have to be on a construction site by nine."
"Bring her back anytime you can, " I said it as they climbed back into the van. I stood watching, my arms filled with brown bags, as the two of them drove from the parking lot.
I called Lucas before I went inside. "Swing by the office before you start on the cameras at my place. Helen came by and left a breakfast for you." It was the message I left on his phone, since he didn't answer.
Inside the office, I ate Helen's breakfast and put the sausage biscuit in the refrigerator. I can always reheat it for lunch, I thought. Without Lucas for the day, I would either have to put everything off a day, or work it myself. I decided that working it myself was the best option. There were two sets of papers already on hand, but I would try to pick up a couple more, before I left the office to make deliveries.
While I waited for the calls to come in, I checked out Marty's bicycle website. I went through his catalog looking for just the right motor setup. When I couldn't find it, I knew that like it or not, I would have to talk to Marty again.
I called Jennifer on my cell phone. I used it because incoming calls went first to the desk phone, then if not answered; they got switched to the cell. By calling on the cell, I could still take business calls.
"Jennifer, where is Marty today?"
"You could say good morning. After all I did keep your ass out of jail with that brilliant move Saturday."
"Which brilliant move was that? Seems to me that getting myself admitted to the hospital, while things shook out is what really kept me out of jail. Neither of us had anything to do with that."
"Oh no bitch, it was the press statement. That is why you aren't doing it with a mop handle today."
"Oh I bet there is a bill for that service?"
"Of course there is. Lawyers are not allowed to do anything without some kind of gain."
"Send me the bill, but right now tell me where Marty is. I hate to admit it, but I need a favor."
"Well he sure as hell owes you one. Those two producers from Boston managed to get you and his bike business mentioned in their interviews."
"I doubt that he is going to see it that way, so where is he today?"
"Let me have him call you. He is somewhere out of town, but I'm not sure where. I can run his ass down though."
"Does Bob know how close you two are?" I asked with a laugh.
"We are not all that close anymore, and yes Bob knows. Bob likes to watch remember?" She laughed then hung up on me.
I had a feeling that it was going to be an odds and ends day. Something told me that all kinds of BS was going to fill my day. All I could do was roll with it; men can't handle that kind of day. It makes men crazy not to be able to stay with a task until it is complete.
Women on the other hand, juggle a crying baby, a hot stove while cooking dinner, and a vacuum cleaner all at once. We just have the right kind of brain for it.
Ed came in while I was on the phone with Jen, so as he walked by I handed him one of the bags from Helen. He filled up his coffee cup, then sat at his desk to devour Helen's bag-o-breakfast. "Damn, that woman can cook?" he said to himself. I heard him but couldn't voice my agreement, I was bantering with Jen.
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