Ch.40
The Warrior Rises
The morning broke over central California
and I awoke before Darla did or at least I think I did as I hurried to find my
shorts and make some coffee. I slept about as well as anyone with a bar in the
middle of their back could sleep. Never cared for a sleeper bed, for a light
weight they may be OK but for someone my size at 240 pounds and my height of 6 foot 3 inches , they smash right down and
the bar that is supposed to support me fails miserably, and instead becomes an
ever present pain in the back which goes along with my ever present pain in the
ass laying on the bed in the other room. Oh I guess Darla isn’t that bad. Maybe
if I was one of those Mormons and had multiple wives then maybe Leann, Deb, and
Darla, might make a good team. Deb could fix things for me, Leann would be
great for giving me a hard time (but she is in competition with Darla over that
one), and Darla could take care of the bills and clean.
There I go the perfect woman. Too bad you can’t
extract some DNA from all three and make your own. But then you would have to
wait for her to grow up and develop an attitude to see if you have the right mix.
And if you started using her to young, you could go to jail. I guess man has to
be reluctant to take what you get. There are no easy ways about anything in
life, especially when it comes to women.
It just seems strange it wasn’t that long
ago I was sitting on my dock listening to Clyde drone on about his sister in
law’s butt, and now I am surrounded by forest of estrogen and stuck in the
middle of California waiting for the fire to subside all around me. Is this
just a metaphor for how my life has gone so far?
A knock at the door and there is Deb looking
fresh and alert wanting to get started rewiring the generator and pressure
washing the outside of the Road Warrior to remove the scorch marks. Deb looked
great this morning as she tied her hair back into a ponytail and had on a fresh
pair of bibs and a purple blouse revealing ample sized breasts and cleavage.
You know how long it has been since I saw cleavage. These women know how to
play me for sure. I said to her.
“Come on in Deb, did you have any
breakfast?” I asked
She says to me “ I had a piece of toast
and a cup of coffee.”
“That isn’t breakfast but it is an
annoyance at best , hardly enough to get you started.” I said and continued. “Come
on in and let me make you some breakfast.”
She returned with. “Twist my arm if you may,
but you don’t have to, I could use something to eat.”
“It would be my pleasure I said while lying
through my teeth.” I invited her in but I went on acting as if I really wanted
to fix breakfast for two women knowing Darla would be up soon. Something wrong
with this picture I thought. I was always told it was a woman’s place to cook
for me. I must have screwed up somewhere along the line but oh well.
I
continued with. “Well I hope you like 3 egg omelet’s with fresh veggies like
pepper strips, some sun dried tomatoes, and mushrooms pan fried with onions and
folded with cheese and cream cheese.”
Darla said as she opened the bedroom door. “Why
yes Guy I will take about half of one of those. Guy makes such good omelets Deb.
You have to try one of these.”
Deb said. “OK, I will take the other half,
do you need help Guy.”
“No I can handle this myself .” Again being
way to nice concealing my inner thoughts and denouncing this new world order
where women are now equal. That they can now be found in the workplace as well
as in the kitchen cooking, except these two who are quite reluctant to let me
take the lead and do the cooking. Darla and Deb sat there and talked while I
slaved over a hot stove and cooked up a 2 large omelets stuffed to the gills
and rolled steaming hot and smelling great onto 3 plates having cut Darla and Debs
in two pieces. We sat down and enjoyed coffee and small talk as Darla and Deb
no doubt were conspiring against me to drive me out of my mind. This wouldn’t
take long to send me screaming into a burning forest fire inferno grasping my
genitals screaming why I lord? They sat comparing notes as to the last time
they were served breakfast by a man , while deep in one of those gray folds in
my cerebral cortex, I thought I definitely
had to change my style as these women enjoyed too much ,me being subservient to
them .
Maybe I shouldn’t be so quick to make
offers of feeding them as it seems their husbands could have cared less about
doing anything for them yet had free reign in the bedroom enjoying all the
carnal pleasures. It isn’t right. I arose and placed my dishes in the sink and
started to run the dish water when Darla came up behind me and placed her hand on
my back and said I will do that for you. Then Deb came and grabbed the dish cloth right
out of my hand and said she would help Darla and that breakfast was great. And
soon I was being shoed out of the Road Warrior as these two women undoubtedly
had something to discuss and it didn’t involve me. I took the opportunity to
grab my pot and roll me a fatty and head out looking around Debs place as I smoked
and conjured in my mind what they were
up to.
My fantasy thoughts turned to a threesome
but that was quickly shattered as in my imagination I could be found by my
fumbling around and losing my Viagra pills, not one but all of them into the
couch bed with the prodding bar and leaving both women extremely disappointed.
My second fantasy thought was the two of them making it together but that was
shattered by the thought of the two of them in flannel pajamas and then when I think
there is hope, as suddenly Leann streams through the door only to see her dressed
in flannel also and the three of them sit around and sup tea and have a pajama
party instead. . At this point I realized I needed to think of other things
besides these women. Like getting on with the program and giving up the pot.
I like the pot but at the same time it
makes me want for a woman more and almost make me obsessive compulsive when it
comes to it. I become single in thought making that my primary concern. Since
arriving here at Deb’s old gas station there seems as if there has been only one
thing occupying my thoughts as either one woman or the other has been on my
mind interspersed with thoughts of Leann. Who wins, who cares, I sure am not
winning anything. I still sleep alone on a couch bed with a prodding bar. If
that’s winning I give up. I had just put out the joint and exhaled when Deb walked
around the corner and saw me looking at an old sawmill her dad had once owned .
I asked about it and she said her dad had
sawed the lumber for the outbuildings from that sawmill and that it used to run
but since he died no one had used it. That her father used to do custom sawing
and that she still had some chunks of old wood stored in one the sheds. She
said come on and I followed her to a back shed and when she opened the door
there was this mammoth log that looked to be a redwood. I asked
if it was and deb said yes that her father was going to saw it up and use it
but became too frail and old to do it.
I told Deb of my chain saw carving abilities
and that I wanted to leave something carved representing my trip out here and asked
if she would sell it.
“Why I
couldn’t sell it to you . You are going to leave it anyway, aren’t you? I would
just be glad to have something from you Guy, besides it was dad’s log and it
would be nice to get something out of it. Go ahead it’s yours. I have a tractor we can
pull the log out and set it up or are you going to carve it on its side?” She
asked.
I said. “I am not sure Deb, and thank you
for the log it looks great . Imagine sitting there as long as it has it will be
tough but I have all the equipment to handle it. Lee and I brought it along to
carve while we were out here. We also have tree climbing equipment also.”
“So you climb trees also?” She asked.
“No I
watch as Lee and Ann do the climbing as I am getting too old for that stuff.” I
said.
Deb
says to me. “Well I always wanted to try and do that. Could imagine being up
there high in the trees and experiencing the best I can, what it is like to
fly, as you let yourself swing around in the tree tops. There are people doing crazy
things out there in the big wood.”
“Crazy being the verb to describe properly what
it would be like to be up there. We have everything if you want to try, or
maybe come along with us as we are going to Sequoia National Park. Only problem
is, we are not going straight there. So at this point I told Deb of our plans
to find property for sale to preserve for farmland in the future and that is
what Darla and I are supposed to be doing as we wander through the firestorms. Also
we are supposed to be meeting with Lee and Ann on Labor Day in the Sequoia National
Park as Lee and Ann want to climb the big trees and plan on doing it whether
the park ranger agrees to it or not. And that they were not really planning on
asking them but doing it illegally.
I also spoke of Ann’s desire to have me go
along on this trip so that she could set me up with someone, mainly Darla after
Leann was ruled out.
Deb asked who Leann was and I told her of Leann and I as we were in relationship
terms and all that went on .
Deb looked at me finally after I recounted
the last 4 years of my life, the trials and tribulations and she leaned over
and kissed me on the forehead and said. “I don’t believe a thing Darla told me,
you are a sweet man.”
I said to Deb. “Now what did she say?”
Deb says to me. “Daylights a burning.”
Then she gave me a sweet sexy smile and walked
away. I could see her cute butt through her clean bibs she had on and this
reminded me of Clyde and his sister in law. I tried to hide those thoughts and arose
and caught up with Deb and we started in on the Road Warrior ripping out burned
out wiring. (To be cont.)
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