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Travis had worked with Robert for almost a year. Now he slept on Robert and Sandy’s sofa after a series of misfortunes – drugs, loss of a second loser girlfriend, loss of a cheap apartment, and now the loss of his worthless job. Since high school, Travis had never had a great job. Robert and Sandy were older but no better off than Travis was. Everyone in Moundville lived on the edge, just some more so.

Robert worked midnight to eight at the paper mill twenty miles from town. Only the streetlight lit the small living room as Sandy made her way by memory to the galley kitchen. Travis’s hand and his cock were best friends and while deep in sleep, the two friends were busy. She ignored him on the way there. Holding a cold beer on the way back to her room, she paused to watch.

Her nightgown dropping on the floor probably was not what woke him or even aroused him from his nocturnal enjoyment. Maybe it was the aroma of her sex or the slurping of her fingers. Most likely, it was her whispering, “Need some help?” There was no thought given to Robert by either.

No one mistook Sandy for a model; even a blind man would not. Few heads would turn as she passed. She could stand to lose a hundred pounds, not have her hair in a crew cut, and other things. She was naked and ready for what Robert had stopped giving her. In the early hours of that morning and the few mornings to follow, they took care of the other’s needs until the sun shown though the tattered curtains.

It was too bad that Robert got home early one day. Later the express mail person tried to deliver a letter to Travis. Neither Travis nor Sandy would be there again.

At the Sleepy Inn Motel on the outskirts of Moundville, Sandy lay naked and sprawled across the bed not made for days. The knock on the door did not stir her as she drifted through the high of whatever her drug of choice had been in the middle of the night. Travis sat in the chair wearing only boxers and staring at the vibe peeking between her thighs from deep inside her. He snuffed the joint out and waved his hand though the air as if that would somehow hide the pungent smell of marijuana and sex. There was another knock.

“Just a second!” He struggled to his feet, steadied himself, and then opened the door letting fresh air mix with room air, daylight with darkness.

“Travis Markey?” the twenty something woman with her hair pulled back through the baseball cap in a fashionable ponytail asked as she held the express letter up towards his face. She surveyed the room then Travis then Sandy lying unmoved and unconscious on the bed. “Looks like a rough night,” she whimsically said.

“My buddies wife.” Travis laughed as if he were unaware of the newly created erection pressing against his boxers. He signed the page on the clipboard and handed it back to her. “Like to join us?” He laughed and watched her long legs move her wonderful body back to the truck.

When Sandy rejoined the world of those awake, she found a note taped to her stomach. “The room is paid for another night. Thanks. Travis.” His few belongings and his well-worn Mustang were gone.

Grandma Markey had not been a common fixture in Travis’ life. The last time he had seen her was high school graduation three years ago. He had fallen far since then. He was the only living child or grandchild. The letter lay crumpled on the passenger seat. The words were already committed to memory and his car was speeding along Highway 43 north. He reached over and fingered the five one hundred dollar bills as he thought about the two-day drive ahead of him. He promised to be a better person. He knew he might fail.

When cleaned up, Travis attracted the attention of women. It was something he had not been. Showered and wearing new clothes and freshly out of the barbershop with shorter hair and well shaved, he was back in form as he strutted into the coffee shop.

Dottie had served many breakfasts and she scrawled his order across the pad while chewing a wad of gum. “That all stranger?” She didn’t wait for his answer as she turned and slammed the paper up into the clip and yelled at the cook in an unintelligible vocabulary.

He looked like others, almost normal, as he read the local paper and ate the breakfast. “Where’re you off too handsome?” she asked as she filled his empty coffee cup.

“Robbins. Leavin’ my past in the rearview mirror.” He laughed as he dipped his toast in the runny yellow of his eggs.

“Best of luck. I’ve tried that too many times. It never works. Whose the new dame?”


Dottie giggled and leaned her elbow on the counter beside the top of his newspaper. “Hey, if you’re into older women, let me know.” She giggled and glanced at the man with overalls and baseball hat a few stools away. He smiled as though he knew more about Dottie than others then ate another bite of pancakes.

Five bucks was the largest tip Travis Markey had ever left and Dottie seemed pleased as the door closed behind him. “Anytime!” Betturkey she said though he didn’t respond or even hear the word.

Her name was Alice Markey and was Travis’ father’s mother. Her husband had owned the shirt factory in Robbins until the sale to a company in the Orient. They were suddenly wealthy. That was ten years ago. Now Martin Markey was dead and she needed help taking care of the eleven-acre estate on Lake Wallace and the old Victorian house where she lived alone.

The stripes on the pavement flashed along the car. It was north on Highway 43 then east on Highway 32. He would be there in the early afternoon and he puzzled as he thought about her request. “Hell, who cares?” he loudly said over the wind racing past the open window as fast as the stripes.

She was rocking in the whicker chair on the large porch when he walked away from the dirty and bug covered Mustang whose paint job had seen better days. She stood and watched then waved. “Hi!” she said then walked demurely down the steps. He had expected a woman with gray hair in a bun, a long dress, and thick black shoes. Instead, she was nicely dressed in a smart blue skirt that ended at the knees, a white blouse revealing enough of her chest to let him know she was proud of it, brown hair that dangled to her shoulders, low pumps, and lips covered with a hint of lipstick.

The hug was comfortable and so was the peck on the lips. “Damn, what a fine young man you’ve become.” The curse word shocked him as one he did not expect. She leaned in for another hug and another kiss. She squeezed his biceps. “And a hunk too.” The third hug lasted for over a minute and he felt her lips against his neck. “Thanks for coming,” she whispered before her lips consumed his earlobe.

She pulled back and looked at him while holding his upper arms. “Wow … haven’t felt that way for some time.” She giggled and patted her chest as if having trouble catching her breath before turning towards the house. “Bring your stuff in and I’ll show you your room.”

He paused and watched her older but still lovely body move against her clothes. He thought about Sandy and how it had not mattered what she looked like while they were breathing hard in the darkness. He even wondered about Dottie. He thought about them all until he heard the front door close and that jarred him back into the real world.

The hallway went in two directions at the top of the center stairs of the symmetrical Queen Anne Victorian. “That’s my room,” she said as she pointed towards one of the two turreted bedrooms. “You can have the other.” She led him until they were in a large bedroom. Centered in the room was an older large oak bed. A rounded sitting area in the turret had a loveseat. Several lovely oriental carpets covered some of the oak floor.


“It is comfortable,” she softly said as though it were quite normal a bedroom. “Make yourself at home. That will be your bath.” She pointed and leaned against the tall oak dresser. Her arms rested loosely crossed in front of her. “Nice to have you here Travis.” He watched his grandmother casually talking to him as though she actually did like having him there. “What do you like to do?”

He wanted to say fuck and drink but reconsidered. “Guess I’m pretty laid back.” Yeah, laid back with your pussy on my face. He scolded himself for having such crass thoughts. “Guess I’m between jobs right now. I was working at a paper mill and I got downsized recently.”

“I just need some help around here. It’s too big for me. Hector takes care of the landscape. His wife Joanne cooks and cleans. I’ll make it worth your while of course. Besides, I’m sure you will enjoy my company.” She laughed and turned to walk out the room then paused and turned back. “The pool is nice. There’s a small boat if you want to go out on the lake.”

“I need to get some shorts and a bathing suit I guess.”

“Why don’t you go into town and do that. Sally is coming over. She’s been such a dear friend for a long time, my age and a widow and all. I usually have dinner about six thirty.

Alice lounged by the pool; a tall iced drink rested in the cup holder. The dark sunglasses hid her blue eyes from the world and a large straw hat kept her hair from blowing in the gentle breeze off the lake. The two-piece swimsuit both revealed and hid her still attractive body as she wiggled the toes of her left foot with the nails painted red.

She sipped the drink and placed the glass back in the cup holder. A small belch escaped her lips and she grinned.

“Hey Alice!”

After a glance around, she stood and walked towards Sally carrying a towel and bag. “Brought something to eat,” Sally said dropping the towel by an empty lounge. Sally hugged with one arm and rubbed her cheek against Alice’s face. Her swimsuit covered much of her poorly ageing body and did little to hide the small band of fat. “Is he here?” she asked.

“He arrived not long ago. He needed Betturkey Giriş a few things in town. He is quite a head turner.”

“Oh my. My Johnny doesn’t have much luck with the ladies, but I think he’s handsome.” Alice pulled a bottle of beer from the bag and twisted the top off. The opening rested softly against her lip as she poured it into her mouth. She paused and let an inch of the long neck slip between her lips several times before removing it. “Ah yes, he’s my kind of guy. He makes me moan real-l good.” She smiled as though she had at last gotten something hidden for a long time off her mind.

“That’s downright nasty.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about your son … or grandson that way. Damn, keep it in the family I say!” Her voice boomed. “I know I’m getting old and fat. I need to lose a few pounds.” She slapped her belly twice then sipped more beer.

“Sally….” Alice started and paused. She sat up and twisted around until she faced Sally. With her feet spread and her knees parted, an elbow rested on a knee, one hand rested on the cushion as she simply stared at her friend. “I had no idea that you….” Again, her voice trailed off.

Sally’s voice was low, soft, and sad. “In the lonely darkness, it feels the same regardless of who it is.” She wiped at her face as a few tears filled the corner of one eye. “Sometimes I feel guilty. He’s forty. It’s not like I’m….” It was her turn to not finish.

Alice stared at her friend trying not to judge her. Sally returned the stare and they sat for a moment in silence.

“I miss Martin … a lot. I find pleasure at night, you know, with myself. I sometimes want someone, anyone, to hold me and make me feel good.” Alice Markey sat in quiet reflection as she realized how much she had just confessed to her best friend. Thoughts never admitted were now out.

Sally moved beside her and put an arm over her shoulder, pulled her closer, and kissed her cheek. Her lips trailed along the face and over the lips. Alice could feel a tongue press against her mouth, then inside for a moment. Sally pulled back an inch, their noses almost touching, and eyes blinking as they looked at each other.

“My best friend,” Sally whispered then kissed her gently. “If you need someone, I’m here.”

It was a foreign thought to Alice, but obviously not to Sally. Alice’s expression seemed to show just how foreign at thought it was.

“Guess I full of surprises today.” Sally laughed and moved away slightly.

“No … just things I’d not thought so much about.”

Sally was gone and Joanne was cooking dinner when Travis returned. “Hamburgers,” Joanne yelled from the kitchen without looking up from the stove as he passed by the door to the kitchen.

“Hey,” he mumbled while dropping the bag of clothes on the table and exiting to the patio without stopping or venturing further conversation. He had glanced at the woman, at her tall slim figure encased in tight jeans and an even tighter tee shirt with nipples on breasts unencumbered by a bra. He puzzled at why he might have not taken at least a more interested look, but by then he was standing next to Alice.

“Where the clothes?” She did not stand, but rather patted him on the thigh.

“Left them in there. I’ll wear them tomorrow. How was Sally?”

“Surprising as usual, we always have a great time together. You just missed her. I know you two will get along. Did you meet Joanne?”

“She looked busy.” She’d look good riding my cock too he thought. Maybe you and she could take turns. Maybe Sally would join in. Maybe even Dottie. His fantasy grew by the second until he nearly embarrassed himself with a bulge in his pants. He quickly sat next to Alice. Though his experiences were few, his mind spun with images of women making wild love to him in large groups. Though Sandy had matched his urges nicely without other demands, he struggled to not let the image of her unconscious in the motel linger too long.

She had noticed the bulge. Her hand rested on top of his thigh and she looked at his face as the conversation with Sally began replaying. She struggled with her thoughts and managed to keep her heat under control. He turned and their lips almost touched. A near miss and she wondered how long it would before something would happen.

“Dinner!” Joanne stood in the opened French doors and yelled across the patio towards the pool before returning to the kitchen. Alice was grateful for the broken moment from which she knew she would probably not return intact.

Travis anchored the boat a few hundred yards out from the dock and cast the line. Sally stood just in front of Alice and they watched him together.

“He is quite handsome. Does he have a girlfriend?” Sally asked.

“Nope. I caught myself watching him in the middle of the night. He was ‘busy’ as they say.” Alice giggled.

“Jerking off?”

“Yeah. I enjoyed myself when I got back in bed. I did quite a bit.” Betturkey Güncel Giriş Alice laughed and kissed Sally’s neck.

“Horny old broad, aren’t you?”

Alice held Sally’s waist and pulled her closer. Their bodies melded and her lips explored Sally’s neck.

Sally sighed and leaned her head back slightly as she enjoyed the sensations. “Careful,” she finally mentioned and turned letting their lips linger together for a moment.

Alice knew she had begun a trip down a new path and there would be no return to a normal life in ways she had for so very long. Sensing a change in her friend, Sally pushed her into the house out of sight from Travis. She leaned in and their lips did not part.

“My-y,” Alice drawled as Sally let her mouth separate from hers. Her hands covered a place over her heart and she breathed deeply. “Long time since I’ve been kissed like that.” She took another deep breath, then another. “My-y.”

Sally smiled. “Not so bad was it?” She could tell it was the first kiss with a woman for Alice and she hoped not the last with her.

“No, no, not at all. Where’d you learn that? Why now?” Alice leaned close and began another as if to test her self to see it would be as good. Their tongues flicked and rubbed as if they were teenagers at a drive-end theater in the backseat kissing for the first time. Her hand rested on Sally’s chest and massaged the breast in large circles until she realized what she was doing and suddenly stopped.

“It’s okay,” Sally gasped into Alice’s mouth.

Alice pulled back leaving space between them. “Not now, no….” She glared at Sally as if she’d sinned and been caught. She wanted to confess to…. She stopped yelling at herself and smiled. “It was-s nice.” She gasped and brushed her blouse straight and then her hair.

“Yes,” Sally simply said and then was quiet as she watched her friend adjust her clothing as if she had climbed from the backseat to the front. She lightly pecked at Alice’s lips. “Anytime.”

Several days passed and Alice managed to refrain from acting on urges discussed by her or Sally. By now, Sally would be at her Son’s for two weeks of what she had referred to as ‘R&R’. Sally had giggled after saying that. Alice knew what that meant. Now she laughed as she imagined them together for hours at a time.

“Morning,” Joanne politely said as she handed Alice a cup of morning coffee.

Alice stood between the open French doors leading to the patio watching Hector and Travis planting a large shrub. Hector’s wife beater undershirt lay on the ground near some tools. Sweat poured along his muscled and bare upper body and over several tattoos. She never understood why sweat on some men was so sensual. Hector was such a man. Martin was not. Joanne stood and watched. Joanne felt the same and Alice could hear her heavy breathing.

“Quite a man.” Alice had never been so bold and considered it un-lady like to say such things. They were not married but had lived together for ten years – the last year in her guesthouse. Alice had heard her in the night, often for long periods. She was a screamer. “You’re lucky,” Alice said as they continued to watch Hector.

“Thank you ma’am.” Joanne’s customary smile grew filling more of her beautiful face.

Alice had often matched Joanne’s pleasurable feelings in the middle of the night, only alone and quietly by herself. Suddenly she looked forward to the next time.

Travis walked closely as he carried his tee shirt towards his room. “Grandma,” he mumbled and nodded. She reached out and dragged her hand over his sweaty chest and over the washboard stomach. She smiled, but said nothing. He smiled back. “Better shower,” he said as he pulled away.

She followed him up the stairs inhaling the aroma of a man after he has worked hard. Sweat covered his back as much as his chest. His dirty jeans covered a firm ass. Her imagination ran wild and she was terrified that there would be rejection. She yelled at herself insisting that she resist. She struggled.

At the top of the stairs, she paused and watched him walk towards his room. She leaned against the banister, her hand rested over her chest. “Have a nice shower,” she weakly managed to utter. He turned and unknowingly she let her hand move over her breast.

He lingered and watched. “You could wash my back.” She knew he was only teasing. His lips puckered and blew a kiss before continuing to the bedroom. She watched without moving.

Alice’s bedroom door was open and she sat in the turreted sitting area reading a novel when Travis walked by. It was out of the way and unexpected. He stood centered in the large doorway.

“Hi Travis.” Her voice was soft and inviting. Her hand motioned him to enter and she laid the book with a dashing man holding a bosomy woman on the cover on the small table next to her chair. Her long legs crossed just above the knee, her feet bare with one moving slowly though the air. The loose fitting dress did nothing to reveal her slim but lovely body. “Nice day it appears.” She pointed at the empty chair on the other side of the table.

He glanced at the cover of the book then at her. “Noticed Casablanca is playing at the library this afternoon. Would you like to join me?”

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