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Snowed – Part 24

snowed cover image for blogApparently, Mike’s been recognized by more than the ladies. The students on the bus seem to be aware of the messages left about his “performance” with Shelly. Undaunted by his warning, some of the boys approach him after the others are gone. They ask some specific questions, Mike’s answer is purposely vague, but doesn’t fool them for a second.

They filed off, laughing and punching one another. God, was I ever that young? By 17, I’d been working part time at any job I could get, desperate to get the money together to leave home. I got full scholarships for school and went to college in the City, but I lived at home the whole time to save money. I aced school, got a completely useless degree in English Lit and did my damnedest to get the hell outta Dodge as soon as I graduated. I didn’t exactly regret it, but I wondered where those years had gone. When did I turn so cynical? Had I ever had the joy of just being alive like those boys did? I couldn’t remember.

There was a note waiting for me when I got back to the Transportation office. The field trip that had been planned for last Friday was taking place the coming Friday instead. I went to my supervisor’s office.

“I can’t do this job, Bill. I got company coming in sometime on Friday.”

“I have to have you, Mike. The teachers asked specifically for you.”

“What? Why?”

“How do I know? It’s a bunch of fifth graders and the teachers asked for you. The woman who called was very specific that you were the only driver who could handle this. Your company staying with you?”

“No, but they kinda expect me to be there.”

“They can stay at their motel until you get home. Or maybe they won’t arrive until you get back. I need you for this, Mike. I can’t tell these women no when I already okayed it.”

“Fine. But if my mother gets pissed about this, I’m sending her to you.” I pointed at him.

“What’s a mother gonna do to me?” He laughed, tossing up his hands.

“You don’t know my mother,” I said, the threat implicit in my voice.

“Honestly, Mike. . . . If I could. . . .”

“Just messing with you, Bill. It should be cool. I don’t expect them until later anyway.”

“You bastard!” He laughed weakly. “I’m picturing getting slow roasted over a fire by your irate parent.”

I just gave him a long, knowing look before slowly turning and shutting the door behind me as I left. “I’ll bring her by, introduce you.”

“Oh, God!” I heard him mutter as the door shut.

I went back home and checked my e-mail and went on Facebook. The Inbox was packed full. I never had so many messages in my life before! Most of them from women, a few from guys whose sexual persuasion wasn’t in alignment with mine. Those I deleted without opening. An eyeful of man meat is not my idea of a fun time. I was starting to wonder if these women had anything else to do with their time than send sexy pictures to guys, when I came across one that stood out as unusual.

The icon was a delicate black and white line drawing of a bird on a tree branch. The only name on the account was Echo. She didn’t have any personal information on her page, but when I opened the message, she’d included a picture too—of a couple making love. Excuse me for saying, I recognize my own ass in a photo? She got a good shot of the tattoo. The woman was not so easy to see, because of the camera angle. We were doing it doggy style and the woman had long, dark hair.

Mystery Date? What the hell? Who was this woman? Was this some sort of sick joke? More to the point, why was she taking pictures and how? I wrote her a note in reply.

“Hi there. You didn’t leave your number, or I would’ve called. Thanks for the great birthday present. It was the best I’ve ever had. Mike.” I figured short, sweet, to the point. I didn’t say I didn’t remember her name or anything else about her. I didn’t expect an immediate answer, but I got one.

“It was great for me too,” she replied. “You can’t call the house and I don’t have a cell. I’d like to get together again sometime. Maybe Friday night?”

“I can’t Friday,” I answered. “I’ve got company coming in. Ma is not the kind of person to share my attention. LOL. She’d not take it too kindly if I said I was going on a date her first night in town. However, once they leave, I’d like to see you again. Maybe we can get to know each other better.”

Her reply was done via the chat rather than the Inbox this time. “How much better do you think we can get to know one another, Mike?” And she followed with those little smiley faces.

“I’m thinking, oh, I dunno, more along the lines of what you do for a living, what kind of music do you like, that kind of thing. Call me old fashioned, but I like to know that about the women I sleep with.”

“We weren’t sleeping, Mike. Have you forgotten?”

“I remember you wore my ass out. When I woke up, you were gone. I had fantastic memories and a note in the kitchen.”

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Snowed – Part 23

snowed cover image for blogWhen Mike gets back to his apartment, there’s a note from Shelly, a lovely chef who lives in the complex. She needs help with her garbage disposal. While Mike’s there, she feeds him a variety of treats, including her own luscious self. Later in the evening, she suggests Mike head home or neither of them will be fit for work the next day.

“Dammit, I hate when you’re right,” I told her with a last, long, soulful kiss. “When you talk to your friends on Facebook about this. . . .”

She started to protest, but I could read it in her eyes. That was exactly what she was going to do. I laughed, kissing her playfully.

“Just be sure to get the facts right, huh? I’m six feet tall, 190 pounds of incomparable badass and I think you’re a hell of a sexy woman. You’re also the best and sexiest chef this side of the Mississippi.”

“Can I quote you?”

“Quote anything you want, baby.” My kiss left her with promises of more to come at another time. “Before I forget, my mom is coming later this week. She’s bringing her boyfriend and his daughter.”

“Why are you telling me this, Mike?”

“I don’t want you getting the wrong idea when you see her there. The daughter I mean. I never met her, don’t know a thing about her.”

“But you didn’t want my feelings hurt? Aren’t you sweet!” She kissed me, giving me a hug.

I knew in my heart this wasn’t a permanent gig with Shelly, but I had to admit that I didn’t want to burn this particular bridge on a misunderstanding.

“I’d better go,” I said, inching toward the door. “Cause if I stay. . . .”

She reluctantly let go of my neck. “Thanks, Mike. You’re the best.”

“Thanks, Shell. So are you.” I blew her a kiss and left with my tool box wondering if she’d clogged the sink on purpose.

I took a shower when I got home, then went to my Facebook page to see what the talk was. Like I figured, Shelly had been on with a full description of my performance. Laughing, I left a few ribald remarks that could be interpreted in about three different ways, all of them naughty, and went to bed. What the hell? At least she was highly complimentary.

I woke the next morning to warmer weather. By the time I was on the road, the sun was coming up. I got to the bus yard in plenty of time and headed out on my route. There was a lot of whispering as the students piled on. Each stop, it got a little worse, until finally we stopped at a railroad crossing. I put the bus in park and told them to shut up. They dutifully closed their yaps and I got across the tracks without incident. The whispering started up again immediately.

“What’s all the noise, huh? You sound like nuns cheating on their vow of silence.”

“Well,” the girl right behind me leaned over. “The truth is, Mr. Reuben, we kinda saw something about you on Facebook.”

I cursed softly, blushing like crazy.

“Is it true? Do you have a tattoo on your. . .?”

“I know where I’ve got a tat and where I don’t,” I said viciously. “And it ain’t nobody’s business where it is.” It’s on my ass, left upper cheek. It’s a stylized Japanese dragon done in black and red. “This subject is closed. You want I should lose my job over this? If it even seems like I’m talking about my very private life with students, I’m fired. I need my job. You get me fired, I’ll make sure they put Mr. Nichols back on this route.”

Mr. Nichols is the meanest, nastiest, rudest old reprobate ever to walk the face of the Earth. At least when he’s driving the bus. On a personal level, he’s a cool old guy who’s been driving a bus way longer than anyone should. Which is why he’s a mean old son-of-a-bitch.

My threat shut them up for the rest of the trip. There was silence as they got off the bus. The last three guys, some of the football team, came up to me after the rest were gone. They are all 17, so I guess they figured they could ask.

“Is it true?” Cody, the starting center asked me. “Did you do everything she says?”

Their eyes glittered with anticipation. I saw myself in these guys. Young, eager, perpetually horny, probably been laid a few times, but not on a regular basis. I smirked, looking out the window.

“I’m holding up traffic.”

“Fuck traffic!” Cody laughed, punching my shoulder.

I turned around, raising an eyebrow. “We’ll say that she did not fictionalize,” I said politely. “Now, off my bus.”

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Snowed – Part 22

snowed cover image for blogThere is a distinct warming trend by evening. Mike knows he’ll be working tomorrow. In the meantime, he has his mother’s impending visit to prepare for.

When I got back to my place, I had a note tacked to my door. One thing I do to help with rent is work as part time maintenance man/ super. If I can’t handle a problem, I’ve got a number to call and they send somebody over to fix it. Shelly, one of the girls on the other side of the pool was having trouble with her garbage disposal. Been there, done that a few times. I grabbed my tool kit and headed over.

Her place smelled great. She’d been baking fresh pumpkin pies and cookies. After I fixed her sink, which was clogged with pumpkin strings, I sat down to a feast of pumpkin products. She’s in a culinary collage learning to be a chef. I sat there appreciating her food. It was delicious. She’d even made pumpkin soup! All from scratch. I was more than a little impressed. I tried to hide a burp, but it came out anyway. She grinned.

“I’m glad you liked it,” she said with a smirk, flashing me a quirky smile.

I knew I was probably in trouble. Or at least I was there for more than a clogged sink and pumpkin pie.

“So,” Shelly said softly. “I saw you on Facebook.”

“Me? Must be someone else.”

She shook her head. Her hair is long, blonde, silky and she’s built like a Nordic goddess. From what I can tell, it’s all Shelly. Then again, even if it’s fake, it looks, feels and tastes real, right? Not like I knew for sure. Me and Shelly never got together, but I had a feeling I was about to find out.

“It’s you. You think I don’t know my own buff neighbor? Do you know how many of us want in your pants, Mike?”

I know I blushed. I could feel the heat from my neck up.

“Shell. . . .”

“No. Don’t you dare say a word more. Because anything you say after this point is going to break my heart and smash my hopes and I won’t have that!” She looked ready to cry. “I’ve always had this little crush. Ever since you helped me move in and rescued my cat from the neighbor’s dog. You totally saved her life.”

She had a cat. A white Persian cat. In point of fact, the cat in the picture on Facebook. Oy vay, I was in trouble!

“I loved the picture you sent me. Did you like the one I sent you?”

“Oh, yeah,” I admitted. It was one of the more explicit ones, but didn’t show her face, if you get my drift.

I could feel my body warming at the memory and wanted to shoot myself. I had to live near this woman. A. Couldn’t have her getting all possessive. B. Didn’t want to even think what it would be like if things didn’t work out. C. Didn’t even bear thinking about.

“Mike, after I saw you with that woman at the party, I’ve had you on my mind. . . .”

“Did you know her?” I asked too abruptly.

Shelly blinked, trying to switch gears from seductress to conversationalist. “You didn’t?”

“I don’t remember her name. I thought maybe you knew her.”

“You didn’t even know her?” She was pissed at me now.

“Not so well,” I admitted. “Not that I’m proud of it, Shell. It’d been awhile for me and she kind of flung herself at me. What am I, a monk? I’m gonna say no?”

Her eyes softened and she moved closer to me. “No. You’re too damn sexy to be a monk. And you don’t have to say no to me either, Mike. Not if you don’t want to.”

To be honest, I didn’t want to. Shelly is a beautiful woman who is pretty damn hot and spicy. She’s smart, she can cook. . . . A guy could do a lot worse, but not any better than the gorgeous gal next to me, her lips about three inches away. Feeling kind of like a man slut, for about a second, I leaned over and met her.

Now, without going into any intimate details, let me emphasize that I normally don’t do this. Mostly it’s me and one woman exclusively for a few months. Then we break up, I go dry for awhile, then I get another woman. I sometimes have a bootie call with an old girlfriend. But this bit of three different women in a week, it was totally unlike me. I’m not sure why I was suddenly the flavor of the day, but I wasn’t gonna say no. For one, not gonna hurt the feelings of a beautiful woman if I can at all avoid it. For another, not gonna alienate a great cook who was also a beautiful woman. . . . Fuck it, you get the idea.

I spent the rest of the day with Shelly. Around 7:00, she fed me again. We went back to bed for a couple hours. Since we both had to get up early, she decided I’d better go home.

“Or neither of us is gonna we worth a damn in the morning,” she told me all soft eyed and full lipped.

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Snowed – Part 21

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Mike is enjoying his after birthday messages when the power goes out. His neighbor from the unit behind, taps on his back door.

“You lost power too? How about the ladies?”

“They’re fine. Anyone else in the complex without power?”

“I dunno, you’re the first one I’ve asked. Did you call it in?”

“Yeah. They’ll get on it. . . .”

“As long as the freezer doesn’t thaw, we’re good.”

“Hell, if it’s off too long, put it all on the back porch and it’ll keep. Lock it in the cabinet so the animals don’t get at it, and it’ll be fine.”

“Not a bad idea. See you later, bro. I’m going to bed.”

It sounded like a good idea to me too. I kind of wished that Simone was there, but I knew I was gonna have to ride this one out by myself. Me and my pal Dick were gonna be lonely. I pulled my battery operated socks out of the drawer and fired them up. My electric blanket is useless at this point, of course, but I had extra quilts in case I got cold. I snuggled up with a hot water bottle and fell asleep. The lights coming on woke me up about midnight. The weather outside was less windy, but the snow was still coming down. I made another cup of hot tea and drank it in front of the TV. Not like there was much on, but I was thrilled there was something to do. I checked my Facebook page and my picture had been posted on a couple dozen websites by then. One of them said, “Who is this man and where does he live? Cause he’s smokin’ hot and sexy!”

I had to reply to that one. “Thanks, baby. I’m nowhere and everywhere. Love ya, Big Mike.”

All it would take was one smart assed friend of mine to cough up my location. However, since most of these women did not live locally, I figured I was okay. I had over 600 more new friend requests, so I spent a little while accepting those before crawling back in bed.

My alarm went off at the normal time, but I could see just from looking out the window, that there was no school today. The snow was piled up to my windowsills and heaped over the porches. It had stopped snowing, so I got my blower and went to work on the sidewalks and driveways of the folks in the complex. After that, I checked on Molly and Jesse. They were fine, their power had stayed on all night.

“Maybe I should give Chester a call and have them postpone their trip,” I said to Molly.

“The weather service assures us that the snow will be clear by Friday.”

“That’s cutting it fine. I’m a little worried.”

“If it gets that bad, they’ll close the roads and stop traffic coming in. You don’t need to worry about them getting stuck outside town.”

“No, Molly, I’m worried about them getting stuck here! I can handle Ma in small doses, like over the phone and all, but I’m not prepared to have her living here—maybe stuck at my place! That I could not handle well.”

“I never heard a grown man so terrified of his own mama before,” Jesse contributed after my last cowardly display. “How can one woman strike such fear?”

“You haven’t met her, you don’t know. She is indescribable. I love Ma, really I do, but she has this way of getting under my skin, sniffing out anything I did wrong the last 100 years or so of my life. She can work the guilt so I’m wishing I’d become a priest, or maybe a rabbi. Or that I was Saint Michael instead of who I am. I am never the perfect son. I can’t be. As I am, I’m a constant source of disappointment to my mother. Live with that twenty-seven years and see how it makes you feel.”

“And your baby brother is the golden child who can do no wrong?” This from Jesse.

“Yeah.” I nodded, shuddering slightly. She patted my hand, looking solemn.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie. Some folks just ought not have babies.”

“Now my dad. . . .” I got a warm feeling talking about him. “He was great. When he was alive, I felt like I never did a thing wrong. I could fly if he told me I could. Ma never took him seriously. He was a good man, hard working, creative. He had all kinds of crazy inventions he did in his spare time. We worked together on a few products that would set the world on its ear. But he died before he got any of them patented.”

“How old were you when he passed?”

“I was twelve. He didn’t even make it to my bar mitzvah. He died a few months before my big day.”

“Oh, honey.” Both women spoke in chorus, hugging me.

After a group hug, I made my excuses and left. A less chilling wind blew across the wide open spaces. I could tell a warming trend was coming. Already I could see places where the snow melted. By evening, it would probably be almost gone. At least the roads would be clear enough to take a bus down. I figured I’d be working tomorrow for sure.

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Snowed – part 20

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Mike has a phone conversation with his mother that throws him into a panic. She mentions vising again, meaning she plans to return. He’s sure that she’s coming to visit with the intention of dropping some sort of horrendous bomb on him, like she’s dying. Or she’s planning to move closer to him. Slightly hysterical, he explains the situation to Molly.

“If you don’t stop babbling, I’m going to slap you.” Molly’s face was hard. She meant it.

“Sorry. Years of anticipating the worst.”

“Normally, I’d tell you that you needed to get laid.”

I laughed harshly. It was an ugly sound.

“Been there, done that. What am I going to do?”

“Suck it up and be a man.”

I sighed, putting the glass against my forehead. “Yeah. You’re right. I got the balls, I need to put them to an alternative use.”

She giggled, tapping my knuckles. “Now you’re talking. She isn’t that bad, surely?”

I gave one of her skeptical looks from under the glass on my forehead. “Is the Pope Catholic? You wait. You’ll see. Maybe God could bury us in snow before she arrives.”

“Should be school tomorrow and most of it melted off by Thursday. You’re outta luck, sweetie.”

“Damn.” But a man can pray and wish and hope, right? I did all three.

Molly and Jesse fixed me dinner and neither of them fussed when I drank. I stumbled home about 10:00 and crawled into bed after brushing my teeth. If I had to get up early, I needed more sleep than I’d been getting. The last two nights had really taken their toll on me. My nerves were totally shot. Thanks to the alcohol, I slept soundly and woke to the radio insisting that today would be bright and clear, with a warming trend. Already, I knew the man was lying. A look out the window made me skeptical. But I got up, made coffee and shaved. I finished getting ready only to have the radio announcer come back on five minutes later with the school cancellation order. School children, and bus drivers, all over town cheered in unison.

I was up, dressed, raring to go. Well, not raring exactly, but there was no way I was going back to sleep. I drank the rest of my coffee and used the time to clean house and do laundry. I made sure the guest room was clean in case Ma insisted on staying after all. Once I’d put clean towels out, I felt better and sat down to watch some TV. Boring, crap and stupid. God, morning TV sucks. If it’s not ridiculous kids programs, it’s news and talk shows. I checked my e-mail instead.

Seventy-five messages later, I got down to the e-cards wishing me happy birthday. I sent thank you replies and dumped the cards without looking at them. I went on my Facebook page, that I visit once in awhile to keep up with my Mafia Wars account, and did a big thank you for the birthday greetings. It was nice, and all, but 2,476 people I don’t know all that well wishing me happy birthday is kind of ridiculous. Some of the women sent some sweet photos of themselves to my Inbox. Those ladies got a special thank you message.

I have some shots an old girlfriend of mine took of me. She was in college getting her degree in art. She couldn’t convince me to model naked at the studio, but took some shots at her apartment. Most of them I don’t share, but a few with my shirt off, in jeans, that sort of thing, I send out from time to time.

I sent a picture of me without my shirt, in jeans and tool belt, a hardhat partially covering my face, and a bandana around my neck. After the joyful eyecandy those ladies sent me, I thought it was the right response. A few minutes later, I saw myself posted on a woman’s page with the title “Home Grown Hottie”. Oh, God, she was from here in Cheyenne!

There was no picture of her, she had a cat instead. Pretty cat, white Persian with big blue eyes. The same city is a little close for comfort. At least I don’t have my name up there. I have my page as “Big Mike”. But I do have Cheyenne listed as my network. Five minutes later, the picture was circulating and one of the Mafia Wars pimping groups picked me up and sent me around to be added. I suddenly had a 127 new friend requests—all from women. My Inbox was packed with more photos, some very explicit, even the occasional marriage proposal. I got a beer to better enjoy this.

Laughing, I sat there clicking and adding until the power went out. I hadn’t noticed how bad the weather was. I called over to Molly’s. She and Jesse were fine, their power was still on, so that meant that something had happened to me. My next call was to the power company. I got the recording that they would send out a repair truck when the weather cleared, etc. Glad I had gas heat and stove, I made myself a cup of fruit and herb tea and a grilled cheese sandwich. A slab of leftover cake later, I felt like a new man.

I was cleaning up my dishes, grateful that the water heater was also gas, when there was a knock at my back door. It had to be one of the guys from the apartment behind me. They are the only ones who come to the back. Tim was standing there in his shirt sleeves, his breath a halo of steam around him. He didn’t look the least bit cold. I nearly froze just opening the door.

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Undiscovered – A Romantic Suspense by Dellani Oakes

Undiscovered – A Romantic Suspense by Dellani OakesWelcome to Florida where you’ll find sun, sand and excitement! Someone wants movie mogul, Kent Griswald dead, only they shot his brother instead. Was it the mysterious, dark haired man seen running away from the scene, or someone else who pulled the trigger?

It’s the job of Detectives Walter Scott and Vanessa Weinstein, to find out. Fortunately, they’ve got a witness. Unfortunately, someone is trying to kill her. Can Scott and Weinstein catch the perpetrator before Cadence Stewart gets killed? Can’t wait to find out? Read Undiscovered.