"Hey! I was watching that."
"It's boring as shit, Suit. Besides, I'm your guest here."
She settled on some show about four girls and a secret they shared. I lasted five minutes.
"If you're going to watch stuff that turns your brain to mush, I'm going to bed before I get infected. Good night, Amanda."
I could still hear the tv blaring when I drifted off to sleep. The next morning she woke me up, banging on my door.
"Breakfast, sleepyhead," she said, parroting me from the day before, "eat it while it's hot."
Sausage, home fries and grits. I was still getting used to them, not being from the South. I will admit they were growing on me.
"You don't keep much food around do you?" she asked as I ate.
"Single guy, not home much, no reason to," I said, around a bite of sausage.
She stacked the dishes when I was done.
"Do you need a ride tonight?" I asked, as I walked out the door.
"I'm off tonight," she said, "but d
She stopped in midtwirl, her eyes filled with tears, and she bolted int her room. Shit, what had I done now? She came home from school the next week giggling. "What's up?" I said, glad she was in a good mood. "I got asked out by this really cute guy. We'd been talking off and on for a month." I felt like someone had driven a stake through my heart. "Oh." was all I said, turning away. She was on me in a flash. "That's all you got to say? Oh?" I was defensive. "What would you like me to say? You're obviously interested, you've been flirting for a month. Why should I stop you?" She went into her room, slamming the door. I sighed. That had been happening a lot lately. I was going to have to have it rehung if she kept this up. I knocked but she refused to answer. Giving up, I got a beer out, and wallowed in misery. By my third, I was pondering the mysteries of women before dozing off. I woke when she shook my shoulder, gently. "What?," I said, trying to focus. The Big Four cam
I'll admit it, I had to jump in the water about every five minutes, trying to get my erection to go down. The water was so warm it didn't help. Her body was small but proportional, making her 32c cups look a lot bigger than they were. Her ass made men stop talking as she walked by. I saw one wife jab her husband in the ribs over it. We tried to kill each other with sex that night. Didn't work, but we almost went into comas. ... Six glorious months went by. I made her quit the bar so she'd be home with me. She grumbled, but did it. She was walking around with that secret smile I recognized. She was up to something. To fill in her time, she went back to school, going for a degree in hospitality and food management. I supported her fully, but didn't understand her degree choice. She called me at work, sounding panicky. "Honey, I need you to come home. Now. It's important." I left immediately. She was pacing back and forth, obviously agitated. She rushed into my arms. I was startin
The tears started in earnest when I told her I loved her, and she flew into my arms, sobbing her heart out. Amanda walked in. "What's going on?" she asked, nervously. "Our child is growing up, honey. She did something bad, got caught, came home, and told me all about it. I truly believe she understands what she did, and is sorry. I'll let her tell you about it. Here." I handed her off and went outside, catching the D.S.S. worker at the mailbox. "Hi, Denise. Sorry, it was a false alarm. She got caught doing something she shouldn't have, and got suspended for three days. Nothing real serious, but she was afraid to face us. Amanda is with her now, getting to the bottom of what happened. They're inside, if you want to check on them." She sighed. "I ought to, but I think I can trust you. Now I can get home and cook Fred's dinner, and eat as a family for once." "Thanks, Denise," I said, feeling bad for taking time away from her family. "Why don't you guys come over Sunday? I got a co
The regulars were a little leery at first, but soon you could hear discussions and sometimes arguments over which farm provided the best produce, and which fresh herbs and spices complimented which dishes best. It was a riot to see two big bikers almost come to blows over which soup was better, pumpkin or butternut squash. She also added a wine list, all locals, with Jacks' getting top billing. It was funny, in our state you couldn't serve wine in a place that had pool tables, so they had to go. Helen and Sam really didn't mind because that was usually where the fights started, and they could add eight more tables in the space. Helen took the lead and worked a deal with a local brewer to feature their beers on draft. A local food critic, hearing good things, paid us a visit. We didn't even know it until the review came out. THE BEST HIDDEN JEWEL IN THE STATE was the caption, followed by an outstanding review. "Sam's Bar and Grill, located on Swan Pond Road just outside of the cit
My life took another dramatic change when I was contacted by a woman, Alice Johnson, to see if we were interested in doing a campaign for her. She even had it planned out. That gave me pause, clients rarely have good ideas, and some as so married to them they insist we do it their way. I usually steered them towards someone else, because when they tank they never understand why.She was a personal manager, specializing in fighters. Her new sister in law was Bettina "Bang Bang" Burke, now Stewart, a middle weight MMA fighter, World Champion in her class.The campaign wasn't for her, but a charity they both supported. I was hesitant but agreed to a meeting. Aida and I met her at the airport, had lunch, and she told us what she wanted. I had to admit, it was very clever. We tweaked it just a bit, did a few focus groups, and decided to go with it. Soon ads appeared, mostly in print and billboards.It was a variation on the "Got Milk" campaign, only instead of milk t
Story Title: A New ProfessionHer new profession ended her marriage.Read and enjoy...*************I was beyond pissed when she breezed through the door three hours late. "Where the hell have you been? I had to get Chad ready and take him to school. Bobby is pissed and I need to get to work."She just shrugged. "Bill wanted us to work over, a couple of hours. Even paid us in cash so Uncle Sam doesn't get his greedy paws on it. It'll make up for any time you missed, and Bob already said you were the best one he had. He'll get over it.""Did the phones stop working? You could at least have given me a heads-up.""Sorry. Didn't think. I need to go to bed now and you need to go to work. I'll make us a good supper to make up for it."She didn't give me a chance to respond before she was headed towards the bedroom. I debated following her but I knew it would lead to a hell of a fight and I really did need to get to work.I wa
Gail talked me into having Honey and her family over for dinner. I have to admit she didn't look anything like I remembered. Her hair was up, she had on a conservative top and slacks, and she was pleasant. Her husband seemed to be a good guy. I wondered if he knew about her past. Her little girl was adorable and Chad was enamored of her right off the bat. He ended up in the backyard while I grilled, letting her wander around while he was one step behind her. Gail and Honey laughed. "If he's that infatuated when they grow up, we could be in-laws."It was a nice evening. The little girl went down for a nap after her meal, and Chad fell asleep on the floor. Her husband Jeff went to the bathroom and Gail went into the kitchen for more beer. I seized the opportunity."Honey, do you remember the little discussion we had right before Gail and I got married?"Her eye went wide and she self-consciously rubbed her neck. "Th
We sat down at the little greasy spoon he favored, and after we ordered he told me to spill whatever was bothering me or he was going to send me home. I really needed to talk to somebody, so I told him about the money and her general attitude. "What are you gonna do about it?" "I'm going to the motel tomorrow night and see what's happening." "And if you see something you don't like?" "Then I figure I'll go to somebody's ass." Bobby sighed. "Remember Jefferson George?" Of course I did. He was THE rich kid in school; his father had more money than half the town combined. I'd caught him with a fourteen-year-old he'd given some liquor to and he was trying to get her in his car. She was pretty drunk, but she was fighting him as best she could. He finally got tired of it and slapped the hell out of her. "Get in the car, bitch, and shut the fuck up." He didn't know anyone else was around so I tapped him on the shoulder. He looked around, told me to fuck off and started to get in his c