Homeless Jenny: Part 2 

Jenny moves in. I make some important changes.

by Sénor Longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

 Soon enough we were driving south on US-17, the main road through virtually every town between here and Charleston. Five minutes later I pulled into the big parking lot at the PGA Superstore. Golfsmith was right across the street. “How do you know which one to go to,” Jenny asked.

“It really doesn’t matter that much. Their prices are virtually identical, but here they’ll fit the clubs to you. That’s important. I’ll explain that you’re a novice so the salesman will spend like forever with us. You’ll see.” I took her hand and led her into the big store. The one difference between the two stores was that this one also sold clothing and equipment for tennis. I had no interest in that. Sometimes I could barely hit a stationary golf ball.

Once inside I led Jenny to the area where she would be able to try various clubs. I wasn’t at all surprised that we were intercepted halfway there by one of the salesmen. These guys must work on commission. They were even more attentive; always had been; than even the car salespeople.

“Yes, you can help us. I want a set of clubs for my friend here. She’s a total novice.”

“Then I assume you’ll want an inexpensive set of clubs.”

“On the contrary, I believe that one should always have the very best equipment. Let’s see what you have then I’m sure she’ll want to try them out.” He smiled and led us to the back of the store where the ladies’ clubs could be found. They had a good selection from TaylorMade, Nike, Adams, and Callaway; all top brands. He showed Jenny how to hold the clubs using several types of grips. I always used an interlocking grip so that’s what I suggested to Jenny.

Apparently, the salesman agreed. “It’s the most popular and I find it helps control the club more effectively. He helped Jenny select a glove and we proceeded to the practice area. “These shafts will seem light to you. Don’t let that fool you. They’re graphite and they’re extremely strong. I’ve never even come close to breaking one of mine so you don’t have to worry about that. Now, here’s some advice; golf is a game of contradictions.” Jenny replied with a puzzled look. I’d heard all of this before. “Believe it or not, to get the ball into the air you have to hit down on it. It’s called trapping the ball; squeezing it between the club and the ground or, in this case, the mat. Next, if you want the ball to go far, swing easy. Swinging hard, or over-swinging, just gets your body out of rhythm. Only bad things will happen then like hooking or slicing and your distance will suffer, too. Just relax and swing in an arc. Ever play softball?”

“Yes, I played on our high school varsity four years.”

“That should help you; it’s basically the same swing except now the ball is smaller, on the ground, and not moving.” Jenny tried a few practice swings before actually addressing a ball. Her first few swings were weak, but then she seemed to get the hang of it. All told she hit five shots with each club before going back to the TaylorMade Aeroburner’s.

“I like the way this one feels, Doug. Is that okay?”

“It’s more than okay; it’s exactly right.” She tried several drivers and some fairway woods. Why they’re still called “woods” when they’re made of metal has always astounded me. Anyway, Jenny liked the TaylorMade there, too. Once we had the clubs we walked over to get a couple of bags.

“Why do I need more than one?”

“You’ll need a cart bag for when we play. It’ll help you organize the clubs and it’s big enough to hold extra gloves, raingear, plenty of balls, tees, and first aid supplies in case you get a blister or a cut. It’ll also have a compartment that’s insulated to keep cold water or Gator Aid. On the downside, cart bags are heavy so when we go to the range to practice you’ll want something lighter and easier to carry. I also use mine when I travel. She selected one in pink and the second in purple. They were both excellent bags so I was satisfied. I handed them to the salesman, telling him to meet us in shoes.

“Shoes?”

“Yeah, you can play in your sneakers, but they’re not waterproof like golf shoes and you can slip quite easily. Golf shoes have cleats.” She tried several, picking a pair that was more like sneakers than shoes. We bought two. Next: putters. I explained and Jenny tried a few on their putting green. After almost an hour she picked an Odyssey Works Superstroke; a good choice in my opinion. We spent another hour on clothes before buying three dozen balls and several ball markers, towels, and other assorted tools. My bill came to $3,427.16, not too bad all things considered.

On the drive home I told Jenny that I’d be away for the weekend. “I think it would be good if you came with me.”

“Where are we going?”

“Santee, South Carolina.”

“Where on earth is that?”

“I-95 runs right through the middle of it. That’s how we’re getting there. I’m getting a dog.”

“Why can’t you get one here?”

“I could, but this will be a special dog. Before you came to live with me I was there alone every day and night except for when May was there cleaning. I had a team of burglars break in early one morning about two months ago. The alarm went off and I grabbed my pistol. It’s a smart gun that requires my thumbprint to be fired. I shot one of them when he tried to knife me and the other ran. The guy lived, but he’ll be paralyzed for the rest of his life; the bullet went through his lung and severed his spinal cord. For a while I thought I might go to jail, but the DA decided not to prosecute. The one I shot had a long record of burglary and even armed robbery and the fact that he did cut my arm made the case one of self-defense.

“I thought at the time that I might need a guard dog. Dogs are notoriously light sleepers and they have sensational hearing. I think a barking dog would probably scare most burglars away, besides you could always call the dog back. You can’t do that with a bullet. I’d like to have you with me so the dog will know you. We can take our clubs and practice. Then when we come home I’ll arrange some lessons for you.” Jenny leaned forward and kissed me. It had been a wonderful morning.

We stopped at the Farmstead Golf Links where I was a member and walked together into the clubhouse where I picked up a ticket for three bags of balls. For some reason this course puts their range balls into these neat nylon mesh bags which disappear at an alarming rate according to the head pro who is a friend. We redeemed our voucher for the balls at the bag drop and walked together to the range about 75 yards away. We were almost there when Jenny told me, “I can see what you mean about these wind shirts. It’s breezy here, but I’m warm; much warmer than I thought I would be.” I showed her what most people thought was the best way to practice; starting with a wedge and moving up to the longer clubs. She did as I suggested and before long she was striking the ball as though she’d been playing for years. She was a natural; I wasn’t. I could hit most shots fairly well, but every now and then, . Well, let me put it this way; golf is only one of the four-letter words I’ve been known to use often on the course.

After the range we walked to the putting green. It was mid-afternoon and it was deserted. I gave her three balls and told her to have fun. Fifteen minutes later I was just about to stroke a twenty-footer when I heard her shout, “YEAH!” She continued when I looked up. “That must have been forty feet, maybe even longer.” I left my ball to give Jenny a knuckle bump, but she jumped up to wrap her arms around my neck and pressed her lips into mine. “I’m having such fun. It’s hard to believe that less than a week ago, .”

I stopped her there. “Let’s not talk about the past. It’s no longer important. Only your future matters now.” Leaning down, I kissed her again, but only a short one. “Back to work,” I told her as I patted her ass. It looked as good in her jeans as it did naked in my bed. We stayed until the weather turned cool then returned to my car to stow the clubs in the trunk. A minute later we were on our way back home.

Once there I showed Jenny how to clean her clubs. “I’m sure you’ve never watched golf on TV, but if you had you’d see that the caddie cleans the club after every shot. I play with some guys who never clean their clubs. It’s important to keep these little grooves clean. They grip and spin the ball. You’ll learn more about that when you take a few lessons. I think you’ll do really well. You seem to have a knack for the game. Next week we’ll get you out onto the course.”

“I had a lot of fun today, Doug. Thank you so much. Running into you was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” What could I say? Absolutely nothing; she kissed me then, ramming her tongue down my throat. Man, could she kiss!

Anyway, I washed the clubs in my laundry tub and she dried them, returning them to their bags. We were done in about twenty minutes then I surprised her by removing her golf shoes and washing them. I finished by washing mine then we carried all her clothes into the house. I dropped them onto the bed and went to one of the spare bedrooms for some extra hangers. We showered quickly; no fooling around; and went back to the car to go out for dinner. We were both hungry, not having eaten since breakfast.

I debated driving all the way back to Myrtle Beach, but I had promised Jenny we’d go to Original Benjamin’s and I liked to think of myself as a man of my word. At one time I would have been forced to drive down Route 17 past light after light, probably being lucky to average 30 miles per hour. About five years ago a bypass was created; SC-31, the Carolina Bays Parkway; where the speed limit was 65, but the average speed was closer to 75. That was where I headed now. Thirty minutes later I pulled into the restaurant’s huge parking lot.

We were greeted by a “pirate” who gave us some cheap plastic bead necklaces. Just inside the door Jenny marveled at the model of the Queen Elizabeth. It must be thirty feet long and the detail is incredible. I gave my name to the hostess and we moved into the bar to wait until we were called. It was January; the middle of winter; and we still had to wait. Jenny looked at the sticker I’d been given. It was on my shirt. “Yellowfin Tuna?”

“Yeah, that’s how they’ll call us when they have table for us. It’s easier than calling a bunch of names they’ve never heard before. Margarita?”

“Yes, please.” I ordered and a few minutes later our drinks were placed on the bar in front of us. I dropped a twenty on the bar, leaving the change as a tip. Jenny and I chatted while we drank. She was really excited about our day. She had just asked me a question about golf when we were called. After reporting to the cashier we were led to our table, but not before our guide picked up a basket of hush puppies. Jenny and I sat and ate a few before going up to the buffet. I always ate the same things; cold boiled peel-and-eat shrimp on my first trip, crab-stuffed mushrooms, fried shrimp and fried scallops along with an ear of corn on my second, and several pounds of crab legs on the rest, usually eating until I could barely walk. Jenny went for salad and soup to begin, commenting as I fed her a large shrimp with cocktail sauce how good the vegetable beef soup was.

I realized then that I hadn’t thought to buy Jenny either a wallet or purse. She’d had no need on the road, but now they’d be essentials. Oh well, tomorrow was another day. I followed my usual routine, finishing after having eaten nine clusters of crab legs. Jenny wasn’t that far behind me, having eaten six.

We were back in the car when Jenny next spoke. “I don’t think I’ve ever eaten so much. I couldn’t believe how good the food was. Doug, I have to thank you for the best day of my life.” I sat there silent, unbelieving that such an ordinary day had been her best.

Finally, after almost a minute, I responded, “I’m truly sorry, Jenny. I keep forgetting how miserable your life has been, but I want you to know that I had a wonderful time, too. I think running into you was just as lucky for me as it was for you. You have so much energy and so much curiosity that I get a big kick out of watching you as you experience things for the first time.” I reached across the console to take her hand in mine. I knew she was grateful as hell, but how far did her feelings for me really go? I wasn’t ready then to tell her how I really felt. I knew I could easily fall in love with her, but would she feel the same about me? Only time would tell.

CHAPTER 5.

We’d left the restaurant at 8:45 and the sky had become cloudy and overcast so the night was black as pitch when we passed through Calabash around ten after nine. The road forms a big “S” with a right turn that takes it down near the I C W and a left that runs roughly parallel to the waterway. We were about a mile from the house when I first noticed the bright blue, red, and white blinking lights in the distance. As we approached we realized the lights were coming from my driveway.

Sunset Beach has its own police force, but the majority of law enforcement is still done by the sheriff and his deputies. There was one car from each agency in the driveway as I parked on the front lawn. Of course, I was challenged by one of the town officers until I identified myself as the owner of the house. “What happened?”

“We got an alert from the alarm company. Your sliding glass door was forced open. Looks like they got some of your stuff. I’d like you to check and tell us what.”

“Doug, do you think they stole your computers?”

“No, they’re locked in place and the password is fourteen symbols long so I doubt they were able to gain access to my files.” We walked in to find a lot of vandalism; torn cushions from my almost new leather couch, marker on the walls, beer missing from the fridge. They’d also gotten my I-pad and a laptop I used for email or writing if I wanted to watch TV. There was nothing of value on the hard drive. I wasn’t foolish enough to put my billion dollar investment program on something so easily lost or stolen. However, that didn’t mean I didn’t have a nasty surprise for the thieves.

“We know this was done by kids. Real burglars don’t destroy furniture or write on the walls. We believe their MO is to knock on doors. If someone answers they ask for someone who obviously doesn’t live there. If nobody answers they break in and steal what they can. I sure would like to catch these bastards.”

“Then come with us to my office and I’ll show you where they are.” He looked to be confused, but he did follow Jenny and me into the room. “I’m a PhD. in computer engineering so I’ve taken my laptop and I-pad and made a few changes to how they operate. There’s a password, but no special password screen so if you don’t know about it you’ll open the computer, but also activate a GPS chip that I installed. I can pull up a map showing their location in seconds. Hold on a sec, .” I activated the GPS tracker using the icon on my desktop. Initially, there were two dots; one red for the laptop and one green for the I-pad, but a minute later I had the latitude and longitude down to the nearest second. A map appeared when I pressed F12 and I was able to zoom in all the way to the address.
“Once they turn these on the GPS will continue independently whether the unit is on or off. Okay, 3746 Duncan Street. That’s just up the road on the left past that big pond with the observation deck.”

“We’re on the way. I’m sure we can get a full search warrant based on what we have. With our new technology the judge’s staff can send it to my vehicle and I can print it out right there. How’s that for service? Will you be home tomorrow morning? I’d like to send one of the day deputies over to fill you in. If we’re lucky we’ll find some of the other stuff they’ve taken, too.” We shook hands and they were gone less than a minute later.

“What’re we going to do about this mess? I can’t believe they were so destructive, Doug.”

“I’ll contact my insurance company first thing tomorrow morning. Well, maybe not the first thing, but early then I’ll call the painters and finally, the furniture company to get a replacement for the couch. Then I’ll need a fence company and I’ll have to postpone our meeting with the dog trainer. I probably should have taken more precautions, but as the saying goes; there’s no sense crying over spilt milk. I’m sure to get my laptop and I-pad back, but it will take time, unfortunately. Why don’t we just go to bed?”

“Good idea; I’m too stuffed to even think about dealing with this now.” She held out her hand and I took it as we walked together to the bedroom. We stripped and showered, but no sex tonight. I went to sleep quickly with a promise of a great blowjob in the morning.

I got it, too; first thing, exactly as promised and well worth waiting for. Jenny sucked me dry, leaving me exhausted again at 6:30. We rested together and rose at seven. I fixed a breakfast of bacon and French toast for the two of us. I would have preferred for us to be naked, but I half expected a visit from the law and I knew May would be here around nine, thus, my sweatshirt and jeans while Jenny wore a sweater and Capri’s.

We ate in the kitchen, looking out toward the marsh and waterway, a dozen slices of hot egg-soaked bread, a pound of crisp bacon, butter, and genuine Vermont maple syrup. I ate quietly, but Jenny was ecstatic. “Damn, Doug; this is the best breakfast I’ve ever had.”

“Thanks for the compliment, even if it isn’t true. I’m sure your mother must have done something right in the kitchen, even if only once.”

“My mother never made breakfast. She’s the reason why I can’t stomach cold cereal. I must have had frosted flakes a thousand days in a row then I had shredded wheat for the next thousand, besides don’t you know to never refuse a compliment?”

“I do now so why don’t we finish up so I can get to work?” We dug in, eating like we had last night. We tackled the dishes together and Jenny volunteered to make the bed while I got busy on the phone. My first call was to my insurance agent. He told me he would get the crime report from the sheriff’s office. Next I rang Sunset Painting. They were two brothers from New Jersey; Al and Joe. They were good workers and always showed up on time. Ten minutes later we had an appointment for Saturday morning. I had just ended the call when May and Le’andra walked in ready to work.

“My lord, Mistuh Doug; what on earth happened heah?”

“Burglary and vandalism, last night. Just work around it until the adjuster shows up. He should be here by one. Jenny and I will handle it if you’re gone by the time he comes. Okay? Good, now I have to make a few more calls so, please excuse me.” I returned to the office while they got to work.

My call went to a major furniture store in High Point, out in the western half of North Carolina. Lots of people think of it as the furniture capital of the world and they’re probably right. I spoke to a salesperson, giving her the invoice number from my order. She found it in her computer and told me I could have the order duplicated in ten days. They even had my credit card on file.

I was about to place another call when my phone rang. It was a sheriff’s deputy. I made an appointment to meet with him in an hour. He was actually early which was okay with me. “We got ‘em, Mr. Preston. They’re all eighth graders at the middle school in Shallotte. We busted the address you gave us at 11:00 last night and found your equipment and a closet full of electronics from the other jobs they pulled. I thought the kid’s father was going to kill him. They’re not poor. Dad’s a service manager at one of the car dealers in Shallotte. The kid; Duane Putnam; gave up his pals in a heartbeat. They’re all up in Bolivia in the courthouse. I understand the judge gave them hell. They’ll be held responsible for restitution on all damages.”

I couldn’t keep from laughing. “They might be able to pay my painting bill, but my couch cost $8,000. Besides, I have insurance that will cover almost all of it. If the insurance company wants to go after them; well, that’s their business.” We shook hands and I walked out to the deck to start the grill. It was Thursday; hot dog day; for Jenny and me, but especially for May and Le’andra.

My usual job with the dogs done I called Jenny, May, and Le’andra to the table. I poured four Pepsi’s while they prepared their plates. Like every other week, May’s and Le’andra’s were filled by the time I was in my chair next to Jenny. I noticed there was a tension in the air. In previous weeks the lunch was punctuated with lively conversation. Today’s was marked with a stony silence. I resolved to get to the bottom of it once Jenny and I were alone again.

May had finished by two so I took Jenny’s hand and led her to the couch. “Want to tell me what’s going on with you and May?”

Jenny lowered her head and turned away. “Oh, it’s nothing.”

I lifted Jenny’s chin with my finger then leaned in for a lingering kiss. “Okay, it obviously isn’t. Tell me about it. You know I’m here to support you.”

There was a tear in her eye when she turned to face me. “May told me I was a slut and a tramp because I was obviously sleeping with you, both figuratively and literally. She said it was bad enough when I was in the other room, but now the situation was intolerable. That’s what she told me; intolerable.”

“I have to agree. It is intolerable.” Jenny had a hurt and confused look on her face as I lifted the cordless phone from its charger. May was on the speed dial. A few seconds later I had May on the line as I clutched Jenny close to me. “Hi, May; Jenny tells me you have some moral issues with the way she’s living here with me.”

(I like you, Mistuh Doug, but that woman is causing you to sin. You all will be headin’ straight to the devil.)

“I guess this goes against your conscience.”

(It does, Mistuh Doug. It truly does.)

“Well, May I’d never want you to do something that goes against your conscience so I’m going to resolve it right this very minute.”

(Praise the Lord. Thank you, Mistuh Doug.)

“May, you’re fired. I don’t want you to ever come back. I’ll have to find another cleaning company; one that knows how to mind its own business. Don’t worry about my key. I’ve been thinking about upgrading my locks and now’s the perfect time for that. I’ll also change my alarm code. Thank you for sharing your thoughts May even though the entire matter is none of your concern. I’ll miss our Thursday lunches. Good bye, May, and good luck.” I ended the call before she had a chance to respond and blocked her number.

“That tell you anything?”

She reached up to kiss me before responding, “Yes. I couldn’t believe what she said to me. You’re doing something good; something really good; and all she could say was how bad it was and how I was going to burn in hell.”

“I’m sorry, Jen. That should never have happened. Let me get the phone book so I can find another company.” I retrieved the book from the closet and less than a minute later I was thumbing through the yellow pages. I found several and picked Blue Ribbon, only because I liked the appearance of their half-page ad. I was pleased when someone answered on the second ring. I set up an appointment for the following afternoon.

Jenny and I were kissing and touching each other and; truth be told; she had my cock out and had begun to lick when we heard the doorbell ring. “Damn,” she exclaimed. “Just when the fun was starting. I’ll get the door.” She answered and called back, “It’s the adjuster, Doug.”

His card said his name was Peter Malcolm, Independent Insurance Adjuster. He shook my hand and took a good look around. “Wow, what a mess. Was this an expensive couch?”

“You might say so. It cost me $8,000. I have the receipt in my office.” Jenny trotted down the hall, returning shortly with my file. I handed it to Mr. Malcolm.

“Do you have replacement value in your policy?”

“Of course.”

“Then you’ll get the full value for the couch plus the cost of repainting. I think they’ll have to prime the area again or these foul words will bleed through. That’s especially true since your walls are white. Do you have a copy of the policy handy?”

I did and once again Jenny was running down the hall. She returned with it in her hand. “Ah, I see you have a $1,000 deductible. I’ll estimate your painting job at $500 and your couch at $8,000 so your insurer will send you a check for $7,500. I’ll hold off for about a week. Let me know if your painting comes in at a higher figure. You might want to sue the parents for the money. I’m sure the company will. Well, I have another appointment. Keep my card in case you have to get in touch with me again.” We shook hands and he left, Jenny locking the door behind him.

“Can we resume where we left off?”

“Yes, my dear, we most certainly can.” I rose from the couch and took her hand. We walked together, kissing and groping each other, into the bedroom where our clothes fell to the floor like rain. Jenny pulled me down right on top of her with a laugh. We looked into each other’s eyes for a second then we came together in a powerful embrace and a torrid kiss that went on and on as our tongues dueled and danced. We rolled from one side of the bed to the other.

I’m only human and there was a limit to what I could endure without needing to be inside her hot tight cunt. Luckily, Jenny had shown an ability to read my mind. She rolled me over onto my back while pulling a condom from my night table. She had it unrolled down my throbbing organ in a flash then she slowly descended onto it, savoring the sensations of her tissues stretching around me. I’m not huge by anyone’s imagination, but I know I’m above average at just over seven inches in length and almost six inches in circumference. All I know is that in my limited experience I’d never received even a single complaint about it. On the contrary, my cock had received several accolades, even earning a blue ribbon from one of my undergrad conquests.

“That’s the part I love best, Doug; the part when you stretch the bejeezus out of my cunt.”

“If only May could see you now. Her conscience must be driving her crazy right about now.” I chuckled a bit before kissing Jenny again.

“Enough fooling around; can we get down to business now?” I nodded as I drove into her with force, lifting her bodily from the bed. We fucked in earnest now, forcing our bodies together with speed and power. Jenny was rubbing her poor clit raw in her desire to cum. She spread her legs even farther, forcing her clit from its hood then her eyes became as big as saucers as the sensations overcame her. She screamed at the top of her lungs as her body shook and for our first time; squirted, covering my abdomen in her aromatic juice. Finally, totally exhausted, she collapsed onto my body. I held her tightly, thinking to myself, “I love you.”

CHAPTER 6.

The one good thing about cancelling our trip to Santee was that I was able to phone Jeremy, the head pro at Farmstead about some lessons for Jenny. We met with him on the range at 11:00 Friday morning. I spent an hour hitting balls while Jeremy worked on improving Jenny’s technique. I could help her, but Jeremy had the technical knowledge that I lacked. He was also a 2-handicap while I was a 15. They worked together on putting for about fifteen minutes before we loaded our bags onto a cart and went out to play a round. Farmstead is, in my opinion, a fairly easy course with wide fairways on most holes. What makes it unique is the 18th; 674 yards from the men’s tees and a par 6. It’s the only par 6 that I know of.

Jenny and I played slowly, but I thought she did well, scoring three pars while shooting a 112. In another month she’d be under a hundred, for sure.

We thanked Jeremy and I gave him $150, telling him we’d see him again on Monday. Jenny was positively glowing on the ride home. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I had such a wonderful time. I had no idea golf was such a scientific sport.”

“I suspect you could say that about all sports. As casual observers we’re just not aware of all the technicalities.” Jenny reached over and took my hand in hers. We were back in the driveway fifteen minutes later. We were just in time to meet with the new cleaning contractor. After checking the house he told me he would charge $75 a week. That was more than May had charged, but I doubted they would stick their noses into my business.

Jenny and I went in to shower before going out to dinner. Instead of a big meal I drove back almost all the way to Farmstead, stopping at Christopher’s for pizza and beer. I was from Long Island, New York originally and there were more than half a million Italian Americans there; and plenty of pizza joints. Most of the pizza I’d found here just sucked, but Christopher was originally from Brooklyn and his pizza showed it.

We sat in the simple restaurant and ordered two Yuengling’s and a large pie; extra cheese and sausage. We enjoyed our beer as we watched a golf tournament on one of the TV’s. I could see Jenny thinking about how the pro’s planned and executed their shots. Ten minutes later our pie arrived and we ate. Knowing Jenny I doubted that we’d have any leftovers. We didn’t. There wasn’t even a scrap left on Jenny’s plate. “I’m sure you realize that pizza isn’t really big in Iowa. Well, that’s not actually true. It is big if you like Pizza Hut. This was much better. I really liked it.”

I couldn’t suppress a chuckle as I replied, “I noticed.” Jenny turned the most delightful shade of red. I leaned across the table and gave her a quick kiss. “You’re also beautiful when you blush. Speaking about beauty, I just had an idea. We should get you an appointment to get your hair done and also your nails. I know of a good place for a manicure, but you should get a pedicure, too.”

I asked our waitress if she knew of a good beauty parlor in the area. She laughed. “Take a good look at my hair. It’s in a ponytail for a reason. I’ll ask some of the other women though if you want.” I did and she came back about ten minutes later, dropping the bill on the table. She also gave me a piece of paper with “Carla’s” and a phone number. “It’s not called Carla’s anymore,” she said, “but nobody could recall the new one. They said the phone number is the same, though.” I knew where Carla’s was; right across the street from Holden Brothers’ huge farm store. I’d gone there several times in the fall to buy tomatoes, peppers, and even North Carolina apples. I never knew that apples could be grown in North Carolina, but I’d never be described as a farmer either.

The next month was really busy for the two of us. We were able to play golf twice a week even though the weather could best be described as “chilly.” I met with a locksmith and selected a high quality lockset and deadbolt for my front and garage doors. He also recommended a device that would secure my sliding glass door effectively. I had already changed the code for my house alarm. Next was a fence.

I met with two contractors who had experience with wrought iron estate fencing. Both had excellent references including three churches, a funeral parlor, and the county’s richest man. Their prices were close, but I chose the more expensive because he could start immediately. There were large stone pillars on either side of the driveway that had been installed by the previous owner. They were perfect for the remote controlled gate I wanted. A concrete footing every eight feet would serve as a strong base for the vertical posts with additional stone columns at every corner. The dock would have a gate with a numerical keypad on each side for better security, too.

Jenny had been studying the DMV manual online for two days when her new birth certificate arrived in the mail. I was pleased, but I could see that Jenny had her concerns. “Are you sure this is safe, Doug?”

“I think we would have had a visit from either the police or homeland security if it wasn’t. They sent the birth certificate instead. I’ll bet that even that small county gets dozens of requests every year. It’s just a routine deal. How many reasons for getting a new one can we think of? Fire? Flood?”

“Lost while moving?”

“Sure, probably more than all the others combined. How about eaten by a pet?”

“Okay, how about eaten by a kid?”

“Was that something from your sordid past?”

“No, but I would have done anything to escape from that loser and my non-mother.”

“I know, and you did it, didn’t you?”

“I would have done it sooner if I had known I’d be taken in by you.” That remark was accompanied by a sly smile that I returned as I sent her back to work. I connected to my Wi-Fi through a new laptop I’d bought. The stolen one was still in police hands as evidence from the theft. Using the laptop I was able to access my investment program where I learned I had earned more than $50,000 over the past weekend. I kept the program running even though my current investments earned me millions each and every week. I would donate virtually every dollar to selected charities before the end of the year.

Since the 9 11 tragedy the state has required much more stringent identification so on Wednesday morning I drove Jenny to Conway, South Carolina so she could get a social security card. She used the same story she had told the clerk in Tennessee, except this time she told the clerk that she had no idea if her parents had requested a card for her as the entire contents of their house had been consumed in the fire. There was nothing on file for a Jennifer Marie Townsend, born in Tennessee on August 4, 1992 so she walked out with a new card. From there we went to my bank where I transferred $2,000,000 from one of my investments to a checking and savings account for Jenny.

Once she had received a statement she would need only two more things; a cell phone bill addressed to her at my, or our, address and proof that she had been added to my automobile insurance.

“I’ve thought about getting a lease agreement and charging you rent. That’s another form of identification the DMV accepts.”

“I’m paying you rent,” she asked in shock.

“No, of course not, but a rental lease is a lot easier for you to get than a utility or cable bill. Of course, I’d be open to bartering, services for rent or meals.” I couldn’t hide the grin.

“If that was true you’d wind up owing me money after the first day,” she replied with a grin of her own.

“Too true,” I said as I leaned over for a quick kiss before resuming our trip to Dr. Whitney’s office. We had a 4:30 appointment so I thought we’d be lucky to wait less than an hour. We waited for less than half that and went in together again.

“I’m not accustomed to seeing two patients at once,” Dr. Whitney announced when she walked through the door. “But if that’s what you want, .”

She shuffled through some papers before sharing my test results. “Douglas, you’re fine; no sign of any STD’s.” She listened to my breathing and heartbeat before shooing me from the table and addressing Jenny. “Jennifer, most of your tests are perfectly normal; exactly what I would expect of someone your age. Unfortunately, you do have Chlamydia. There are two primary antibiotics; Doxycycline and Azithromycin. Of the two I much prefer the Azithromycin. If you take a seven day dose it will be in your system for fourteen. That should be more than enough to clear it up. I don’t know how long you’ve had it, but there is some reason to be concerned. Do you know who might have given it to you?”

I explained how Jenny and I had met and what her life had been during her five years on the road. “She’s lucky that’s all she has.” Dr. Whitney nodded and examined Jenny as she had me. She wrote two prescriptions; antibiotic and birth control. I paid the bills, and we were gone. I made a stop at the nearest CVS to fill the prescriptions and then I took Jenny out for dinner.

She looked at me sadly. “I’m so sorry, Doug.”

“Don’t be. We both knew this was a possibility. It changes nothing. We’ll continue using condoms until we go back in two weeks for your next test. You don’t even have to see Dr. Whitney. They’ll call by Friday and then we’ll go out and celebrate.” I leaned over to kiss her then continued down to Main Street in North Myrtle Beach where I turned left and drove about a half mile to Flynn’s Irish Tavern.
I ordered two Smithwick’s, being careful to pronounce it as they do in Ireland; Smittick’s; two onion soup’s, and two orders of corned beef and cabbage. The food was as delightful as always and the Smithwick’s, a wonderfully smooth Irish red ale, really hit the spot after a long and challenging day. We were stuffed by the time we left an hour later.

Jenny took her DMV written test four weeks later once her identification documents had been received in the mail. She needed a score of eighty percent and earned a ninety-six, getting twenty-four of twenty-five correct. I was happy for her; extremely happy. Now that she had her permit I’d be able to help her get a passport. Once she had that she’d be set for life with her new identity. Even better, she’d tested clean on her second STD test and was two weeks into taking birth control. In another two weeks I could push my bare cock into her. It was something we were looking forward to.

The day after our appointment with Dr. Whitney I drove us to Santee to meet with John, the dog trainer. We took our clubs, taking time that afternoon to hit a few buckets of balls at the Lake Marion Golf Course. We stayed nearby at the Best Western Santee Inn, dining the first night just down the road at Captain’s Quarters and the second at Clark’s, just off I-95. We made the most beautiful love both nights, our need for each other lasting well into the early morning hours. We were bleary eyed in the morning, but we did manage to get up early enough to shower together and eat a decent breakfast before driving to the kennel.

We met with the trainer, a good old boy with a deep southern accent I could barely follow. He introduced us to Lady, a spayed female German Shepherd about twenty months old. She bonded with Jenny almost immediately. Lady was a beautiful dog with light tan fur over most of her body barely concealing her powerful muscular body. We spent two days there working and training with Lady. She was normally a sweet gentle dog, but watch out when she was given the command to attack. I felt genuinely sorry for John’s assistant when Lady almost pulled his arm from his shoulder. But, showing how well she was trained, she released and returned to our sides as soon as commanded.

Lady climbed eagerly into the Honda’s rear seat, resting her head on the front seat right next to Jenny’s. I drove north on I-95 until we reached SC-378 eastbound, although northeast would be a better description. It went in the exact direction of our house, ending in Conway, only thirty minutes from home. The trip was only about two hours and forty minutes so we were home well before noon.

Jenny walked the property with Lady while I set up the water and food bowls we’d previously bought at Pet Smart. Lady’s bed, a four foot diameter corduroy cushion filled with cedar shavings, was at the foot of our bed. Our fence was due to be installed in another week. I felt that we were safe for the first time since moving here.

Jenny and I became closer and closer as the days passed. We played golf together as she began to improve, breaking 100 less than a month after her first game, exactly as I had predicted. We went to local theater productions and even to professional variety shows like the Carolina Opry, and productions at other theaters in the Myrtle Beach environs. We joined more than a hundred others at the House of Blues Murder Mystery Dinner Theater, winning a prize for picking the murderer successfully. That we were the only ones to do it made the evening even sweeter. I’ll always remember that night. It was the first that Jenny and I had unprotected sex although it was more making love than just sex.

As always we returned to the house, opening the gate with the remote and watching it close automatically once we had passed through. I put Lady out while Jenny made the bed ready. We showered together, extremely familiar now with each other’s bodies. We hugged and kissed as the steam built, surrounding us in a thin fog. It was more than ten minutes before we turned the water off and stepped out to dry each other. The kissing and touching continued all the way to the bed. Fact is we barely made it there before Jenny jumped my bones.

Jenny practically threw me onto the bed then slithered up my body until her lips and tongue found my cock. “Don’t get too excited, Doug. This is going into my cunt where it’s going to flood my womb with millions of tiny little swimmers. I’ve been looking forward to this for too long.”

“You’ve been looking forward to it? Take a guess how I feel!” I thought at the time that my heart must have been beating two hundred times a minute. The sensations of feeling my bare flesh against hers drove me wild with lust. I pounded up into her as she clutched me tightly with her vaginal muscles. There was no way I could resist this for very long and I didn’t. Jenny didn’t care. She begged for my cum and when I exploded into her she was ecstatic.

“Thank you, Doug. You have no idea how much I wanted that.”

“But, I didn’t take care of you.”

“Don’t worry. I know you will, either later or tomorrow morning. I’m not at all disappointed.” I guess not; she had a huge shit-eating grin on her face. She moved me under the blankets, pulled them up to my chin and joined me, her naked body leaking onto my thigh. I lay there for several minutes asking myself if it could possibly get any better than this.

It did the following morning when Jenny once again made love with me. It was missionary this time, except that her legs were over my shoulders and she was bent in two. I couldn’t believe that she could even move, but she could and did, creating a rocking motion that rubbed my cock into the anterior wall of her vaginal canal. That’s nerd-speak for rubbing her G-spot. Jenny came twice, shaking wildly and screaming in her ecstasy, before I deposited another big load deep within her. I pulled my body from hers, not wanting to hurt her, but she stayed in that position for a good fifteen minutes, at least, while we came down from our high. We kissed and touched each other non-stop as I savored the smoothness of her skin and the lushness of her body.

Eating three meals a day had a fantastic effect on Jenny. She had added twenty pounds over the past three months and all of it went into the right places. She retained her flat abdomen, but her breasts had grown into a solid C-cup and her hips and ass had become rounder and curvier; and a whole lot sexier although I found her sexy when she was as thin as a rail. When she came out of the beauty parlor that first time she had been completely transformed from a skinny vagrant and beggar to an incredibly hot and beautiful young woman. Heads turned when we walked into the restaurant that evening and every evening after.

CHAPTER 7.

Jenny and I had been together for five months. It was now May, one of the most beautiful months in the Carolinas with the temperature in the mid-eighties and none of the stifling humidity I knew would appear once summer had arrived.

Jenny and I felt like a married couple, but in all this time I had never once told her that I loved her; that I was in madly love with her. Why? I was afraid; terrified actually, that she would reject me, afraid that she would laugh, and afraid that, as a result of my stupidity, she would leave me.
Things came to a head a week before Memorial Day. Jenny walked into my office where I was “working.” “Doug, I need to talk to you. I can’t begin to tell you how much I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, but I think I’m taking too much from you. Perhaps I should leave.”

My heart was in my throat. This was the moment I had dreaded for months. I had to convince her to stay. I just had to. I was sure that my face had turned ghostly white when I turned in my chair to face her. “Oh God, now you’re going to see what a pathetic loser I can be.” I hung my head and spoke just above a whisper, “I don’t want you to go, Jenny; not now, not ever. I want you. I love you. I’m in love with you. I want to marr,” I never finished that sentence. Jenny was all over me, hugging and kissing me; pushing her tongue into my throat as her glorious breasts pressed into my chest.

Her fingers caressed my face as she whispered, “I’m so sorry I had to do that to you, Doug. I was afraid you’d never get around to telling me. I’ve known that you loved me for months and; for the record; I’ve been in love with you since our first week together. I’ve never met a kinder, more considerate, and; yes; a more loving man than you. Since you can be a little dense sometimes I’ll spell it out for you; Yes! Oui! Ya! Si! Y E S. Now I’m going to shut up so I can kiss you then I’m taking you to bed where we’ll start our celebration because I have something else to show and tell you.” She extended her hand and I followed her, still in a daze, to the bedroom.

She dropped her clothes into a pile on the floor then began on mine. Holding my head between her hands she whispered, “Have you noticed that I’ve put on a few extra pounds lately?” She took my hand and placed it on her tummy. “Please don’t be angry with me, but I never started those birth control pills. I was afraid you might send me away and I couldn’t go without, . I know it sounds stupid, but you never told me that you loved me. If I had to leave I was going to take some small part of you with me.”

I was confused. What was she talking about? “I don’t understand, Jenny. What are you telling me?”

“For a genius you can be so oblivious. I’m pregnant. I’m going to have your baby. You’re going to be a father.” I was dumbstruck. I stood there in total shock until she gripped my head with one hand and my cock with the other then gave me the best kiss I’d ever experienced. She pulled me to the bed and we celebrated all afternoon. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for my love and; yes; I did tell her over and over how much I loved her.

Only when we were both too exhausted to even move did Jenny speak again. “Doug, didn’t you listen to me when I told you about making love to you? Do you remember what I said to you?”

“Something about only lying still when other men fucked you.”

“Yes, and do you know why I was such an active participant with you and only with you, darling?”

“I think I do now. You did it because you were in love with me?”

“Of course, and I’m going to do it with just as much energy and just as much love for the rest of our lives.”

“I can’t believe it. I’ve been so afraid of telling you how much I love you. I was afraid you’d think I was crazy and you’d run away. I was terrified when you asked if I thought you should leave.” Then my face brightened and I smiled. “This is the best day of my life.”

Jenny moved up to kiss me. Then she whispered, “Mine, too!” Then she kissed me again. We pulled ourselves into the shower and rejuvenated under the hot spray. We dressed hurriedly and Jenny drove me all the way down to Myrtle Beach where we turned onto 28th Avenue North, stopping at New York Prime, certainly one of the best restaurants in the area and definitely the most expensive. Dinner for two; shrimp cocktail for me and shellfish bisque for Jenny, a split house salad, and porterhouse for two came to just under $300 with drinks and tip. It was worth every penny. It wasn’t every day that I became engaged.

We were back in the car and on the way home when it hit me. “Did you say you were, ?”

“Boy, you sure are out of it today. Is this what you’re going to be like when we’re actually married?”

“I hope so. I’ve never been so happy.”

“I’m glad, Dad. It’s been a perfect day for me, too.” She held her hand out to me and I took it gladly, holding it to my lips as she drove away.

Once we were home I put Lady out and prepared her dinner. After filling her bowl with Dog Chow I covered the pile of kibble with diced scraps of steak fat from our dinner. After kissing Jenny I walked to my office before pulling up several airline sites for reservations for three to LaGuardia in New York City. Unfortunately, there were no direct flights and I sure as hell didn’t want to sit in either Charlotte or Atlanta for two hours to make a flight that was less than two hours long. Instead, I joined Jenny in bed.

“I’ve been thinking. When do you want to get married and what kind of wedding would you like?”

“I’m sure you know that I have no close friends other than Amber, the one I phone back home now and then, but if I invited her my step-father would be one step behind her.”

“You are an adult now. What could he do?”

“You don’t know him. He’d make up some phony charges just to get me back to Iowa. Then he’d chain me to a post and either beat me or fuck me every day. It’s better for me if Amber stays where she is. As for when: as soon as humanly possible. That okay with you?” I didn’t answer. I didn’t have to. My kiss spoke volumes. We were in bed, naked as always, and fell sound asleep seconds later. I had a lot to do tomorrow morning.

I was online first thing the following morning checking the state’s requirements for a marriage license when Jenny staggered into the office. “Morning, sweetheart; what are you doing?”

“Just checking on what’s required to get a license and if there’s a waiting period.”

“And?”

“We can do both today, but not until I make a few calls.” I rose and pulled my still naked wife-to-be into my arms. We moved together, full of love for each other. Jenny melted in my arms as we kissed. My hands roamed her body; her skin as soft and smooth as silk; until she broke it.
“You’d better make your calls if we’re going to get married today. I’ll get breakfast started.” One more quick kiss and she went on her way.

I phoned Executive Jet and chartered a round trip for three. Yes, I was taking Lady with us.
Next I was on the phone to the Plaza; reservations for two plus my service dog. Trainer John had given me a dog vest that said, “Service Dog” with a small oxygen tank and breathing mask. It was aluminum, an exact replica of the real thing except smaller and lighter so it wouldn’t interfere with Lady’s real function. “These will enable you to take her everywhere you go. Tell people you’re susceptible to seizures or something. Nowadays service dogs are as common as fleas.”

Jenny poked her head in to ask what I was doing. “I think we need to go to New York to do some shopping. You need an engagement ring and we should get some wedding rings, maybe a diamond bracelet or two, a necklace, some earrings, whatever we want. I also have a business meeting I have to attend.”

“What are we going to do with Lady?”

“She’ll be coming with us, probably in the seat next to you. I’ll arrange a line of credit with one of my brokers right after we eat.” That’s exactly what I did, calling my personal representative at Vanguard where I had more than two hundred million invested. We worked out the particulars of the transfer to Harry Winston’s account, including several code words for identification purposes. Jenny and I left for the County Courthouse about forty minutes north on the County Administrative Campus in Bolivia. I wore a grey silk suit; Jenny wore a pearl-colored top with sleeves to her elbows and a pair of black Capri’s along with black two-inch heels. She wore no jewelry other than the ratty studs she’d had when we met. I was sure she’d replace them tomorrow when we set the record for money spent at Harry Winston’s Fifth Avenue shop just down the block from the Plaza Hotel.

We walked hand-in-hand into the courthouse lobby, stopping at the information desk for directions. Up to the second floor in the elevator we almost ran down the wide hallway. There was a short line, but we spent the time completing the form. When one of the couples ahead of us was ten dollars short I gladly paid the difference.

We showed our ID and I laid three twenties on the counter. Then I asked the clerk where we could go to get married. “Right down the hall in 214. There’s a justice of the peace there all the time. You might have to wait a bit. Good luck.”

We rushed down the hallway, almost passing right by the room. Luckily, a bridal party walked out just as we approached. We walked in and took a number, handing our license to another clerk. “It should be about twenty minutes. Do you have any witnesses or other people in your party?” He told us to have a seat when we indicated we were alone. Another couple slid down the bench with a slight smile as they made room for us to sit. It was actually thirty minutes later when we were called into the other room. I handed the justice a hundred dollar bill and provided a twenty to each of the witnesses.

Even the lack of rings didn’t hold us back. We held hands throughout the ceremony, pledging ourselves to each other before sharing our first kiss as husband and wife. We shook hands and left floating on air. I couldn’t believe I was actually married to Jenny. We drove home, stopping halfway for a light lunch before going home to celebrate again.

We were in bed early and had fallen asleep almost immediately so we were almost awake when the alarm went off at six. “Tell me, husband, why we’re getting up so early.”

“We have a ten o’clock appointment at the Wilmington airport.”

“They’re going to let Lady on the plane with us?”

“Sure, dogs fly all the time, even flying commercial. But, as you know, I’ve arranged for a charter.”

“A charter?”

“Yeah, you, me, and Lady with the flight crew and a steward. I have to find that vest that John gave us.”

“Look in the hall closet. Should I get a suitcase? How many nights should I pack for? What kind of clothes will I need? Oh; I’m so excited!”

“There are two 24-inch cases in the closet in the blue room; one for each of us. I think we should take a carry-on for toiletries, shaving; you know, whatever. I’ll put Lady out and come right back to help you.” I kissed her quickly and led Lady down the hall.

Jenny had the bed made and the open suitcases on it when we returned. “We have reservations for five nights so I’m taking two suits and maybe four shirts. I’d take that coral dress you look so good in and some good casual clothes. Leave room in your suitcase so we can do some serious shopping for you. If necessary we can always get another bag or two. Would you like to meet my mother?”

“Of course; you’ve never mentioned your parents or anything about growing up other than studying at MIT.”

“We can talk at length on the plane. We’ll fly into LaGuardia and take a limo into Manhattan. It’s not that far, but we could spend close to an hour because of the traffic. Well, you’ll see for yourself once we get there.” We spent almost a half hour packing before taking a quick shower. Jenny was right. The vest was in the hall closet. Lady stood perfectly still while I fitted it around her shoulders. It looked to be comfortable and didn’t restrict her movements at all.

I locked up and we were on the road heading north by eight. Wilmington was almost an hour away and we needed breakfast before boarding the plane. We could eat on board, but I hated eating in the air. Truth be told, I occasionally suffered from motion sickness. I’d been sick several times on ocean cruises, but never on either of my small boats. I found that difficult to explain and even harder to understand.

We stopped at Golden Corral in Shallotte for their weekend buffet and ate heartily. I had no trouble bringing Lady into the restaurant. She stayed at heel whenever Jenny or I went to the buffet, but sat quietly at our feet, even when I slipped her a piece of bacon. We left at nine sharp and I pulled into the general aviation lot at the airport at 9:40. I removed the cases from the trunk while Jenny held Lady on her leash. We met the pilot inside the building and he helped with our bags. They even had a special harness to secure Lady in the seat. They’d covered the seat with a soft terry-cloth slip cover, both for Lady’s comfort and to protect the leather seat from Lady’s claws.

Jenny had Lady lie across the seat with her head across Jenny’s thigh. I clipped the short harness into the seat belt buckle. The steward explained that this was just for takeoff and landing when the inertial stresses were greatest. There I go again with nerd speak. It’s inertia that seems to push you back into the seat when the pilot rams the throttle forward. It’s kind of complicated physics so –please-just take my word for it.

We had just taken off when Jenny released Lady. She curled up at Jenny’s feet. Jenny looked across the aisle with a smile and asked me about my parents. “I grew up in East Setauket. That’s a community on the north shore of Suffolk County in Long Island. My father is a professor of chemistry at Stony Brook State University about two miles from our home. He must have done pretty well because Mom was the only stay-at-home mother in our neighborhood.

“I attended the public schools there in what’s known as the Three Village School District. The schools there have an excellent reputation. I’d guess that more than ninety percent of the graduates go on to some form of higher education. Anyway, like most kids I couldn’t wait to get my driver’s license. I was so proud the day I did I drove Mom’s car to the university to show it to him. Instead, I opened the door to his laboratory to find some fat bitch lying across the lab table with my dear old dad behind her, his pants pooled up around his ankles.”

“Oh no, Doug; how terrible for you!”

“He was so occupied that he never even noticed I was there. I walked up almost within arm’s length before speaking. “I thought it was dangerous to sit or lie on a lab table, Dad; something about acid on the surface. Good to see you’re following good safe lab procedure. Don’t ever speak to me again. You’re dead as far as I’m concerned.” I turned on my heels and left, but not before seeing that he never missed a beat.

“I drove home in a fog and it’s a miracle that I didn’t kill someone on the way. Mom knew the instant I walked into the house from the expression on my face exactly what had happened. ‘Dear God,’ she told me. ‘You caught him, didn’t you?’ It turned out that she had caught him on three separate occasions. I thought that I loved my dad before that day. After, I couldn’t have hated him more. I’ve never spoken to him since, not even a single word. There wasn’t much he could have done about it. I was much bigger and stronger than he was. I was about a month from graduation so I left home in September and I’ve never gone back while he was there. I’ve seen my mother quite a few times, but never him.”

“I feel so badly for you, Doug. That’s as bad as my story.”

“No, not even close; I never had to suffer physically the way you did and when I left home I went to college for six years. You had to worry about your very survival every single day, but no more, never again.” I rose from my seat and walked to Jenny. Our kiss would have lasted longer were it not for the steward who asked us if we wanted a drink. We declined. It was too early for alcohol and the flight was only two hours long. I kissed Jenny quickly and returned to my seat.

Using the in-plane phone I placed an important call. I had just ended it when we were told to prepare for landing. Jenny called Lady up to her position on the seat and fifteen minutes later we were on the approach path, flying low over Flushing Bay to the runway that extended almost all the way to Riker’s Island. Ten minutes after touchdown we pulled into the General Aviation area and stopped. The door was opened and I walked out, turning to help Jenny and Lady down the steep steps. Our stretch limo awaited us just outside the fence.

To be continued, by Sénor Longo.