“Hey there,” Andy said. “Wow, that outfit? You can climb down my chimney anytime.”
“Hey! You made it!” Kaileen gushed and rose up on tiptoes to kiss him.
“Hey,” Andy smiled, his hand resting on her slim waist. “One of our most important clients says ‘Jump’ I know enough to say, ‘how high?’ Right?”
Even as his touch had the crotch of her plain white cotton panties soaked, Kaileen pulled away from Andy and began coordinating seating, then serving of the meal. And, even though she had ordered the managers of Daughters Steaks and the two The Nasty Pig restaurants to keep an eye on whom was imbibing a little too much, Kaileen also kept her eye on the five waitresses and two dishwashers/bus boys that were well on their way to being stumbling drunk.
The steak platters were whisked away, and Eric’s cakes began to be served, along with cups of rich coffee.
“Well, as nice as this is…” Andy said, putting down his fork.
“Oh! I uh, I uh, I wanted show you something real quick,” Kaileen said, rising to her feet.
She quickly pulled Andy to the manager’s office and locked the door. She again rose to tiptoes and kissed his lips, then sank to her knees in front of him.
His cock was long and thick, already throbbing in anticipation as Kaileen stretched her pouting lips around the angry head. She used her tongue to coat him with her saliva, her small hand stroking his length.
“Fuck yes,” Andy hissed, leaning against the heavy steel and glass desk.
“Mm,” Kaileen moaned, tasting Andy’s sweat and excitement.
She hiked the fur trimmed hem of her dress up and dug her hand into the front of her cotton panties. While slurping noisily on Andy’s thick member, Kaileen rubbed herself to an orgasm that had her wobbling.
“Shit, I’m about to…” Andy grunted.
Kaileen increased the suction, increased her head bobbing, her hand jerking his length. Andy tensed, then let out a long groan as his seed pumped into Kaileen’s mouth.
“Damn,” Andy managed to wheeze out when Kaileen let his wilting cock slip from her lips.
“Okay, big boy; now that we got first one out the way,” Kaileen husked, pulling a small tube of lubricant from her dress’s patch pocket.
“Oh, think you can get another one out of me?” Andy lightly teased.
“Hope so,” Kaileen purred, squeezing a dollop of the gel into her hand. “Like anal?”
His erection was immediate and Kaileen smiled in triumph. She ran her hand over the head of his cock, spreading the lubricant around.
Kaileen turned, eased her panties down to her knees, then lay across the glass top of the desk. She flipped the back of her dress up, exposing her round buttocks.
“Damn, aw damn yeah,” Andy hissed as he watched Kaileen fingering her anus, spreading lubrication around the light brown ring of flesh.
Kaileen fingered herself, getting her rectum good and greasy. Then she used both hands to pull her buttocks open in invitation.
“Uh!” she grunted when she felt Andy’s bulbous cockhead pressing against her slimy hole.
She could feel her excitement dribbling down the insides of her thighs. She shuddered when Andy’s large hands gripped her hips.
“Uh!” she grunted loudly as Andy’s fat meat gained entry.
“Ugh!” Andy agreed, pushing himself into Kaileen’s squirming hole.
“Yyeess!” Kaileen hissed as Andy forced the head of his cock past her struggling sphincter.
From that point forward, Andy fucked Kaileen’s ass. He held onto her hips firmly and pushed himself into her bowels to the hilt. He was not gentle as he fucked her. He drove himself into her, pulled himself out of her, then pushed back into her ass forcefully.
“Oh God, oh God yyeess,” Kaileen screamed in orgasm.
“Oh God yes,” Andy echoed and pumped a torrent of sperm deep into Kaileen’s bowels.
For several long moments, both Andy and Kaileen shuddered. Finally, Andy pulled his wilted cock from Kaileen’s stretched hole. Kaileen shuddered as she felt Andy’s semen begin to ooze from her throbbing hole.
“Here,” Kaileen said, stepping out of her panties. “Something for you to…”
“Uh yeah, like I need my wife finding them in my pocket?” Andy asked as Kaileen held out the white panties.
“Your…WIFE?” Kaileen shrieked, shocked.
Andy used his handkerchief to wipe his soiled cock clean, then tossed the scrap of cloth into the wastebasket. He gave Kaileen a smirk and unlocked the office door.
“You, you’re married?” Kaileen asked, trying to slip her panties on again.
“Uh huh,” Andy said, leaving the office.
At the front door of the restaurant, Kaileen put on a happy face. She handed her employees their envelopes and wished them a Merry Christmas.
“I uh, I thought that wasn’t uh, politically correct?” one of the chefs asked, accepting the envelope.
“I might not agree with our president on a lot of things,” Kaileen said tightly. “But he said he’s tired of this war on Christmas and so am I.”
“Oh. Well, uh, Merry Christmas,” the man agreed, pocketing the envelope.
The twelve employees that were far too drunk to drive, Kaileen ordered and paid for Uber to take them home. Then, she locked the door, set the alarm, and sat down and sobbed.
In the morning, Kaileen sluggishly roused. She found a dress she’d purchased from Myra’s Boutique, a local exclusive shop, and dressed.
Even though she was forty minutes early for mass at St. Pius Catholic Church, she still had to park her truck in front of the school. She smiled at the five men and two women that stood outside, smoking and wished them a Merry Christmas.
Entering the Catholic Church, Kaileen quietly observed what others were doing and mimicked their movements. She dipped her hand into some warm water, touched the wet fingers to her forehead, her heart, and her shoulders. She located a space on a pew, knelt in the aisle, then made her way to the space. She knelt on the kneeler for what she determined was an appropriate amount of time, then sat back.
Looking around the church, Kaileen admired the stained-glass windows and wondered if she should have some stained-glass windows installed at her new home. Those that she made eye contact with, she smiled and nodded in greeting.
Then she saw him. Andy Trahan, sitting next to a frumpy looking woman. The woman had narrow shoulders and chubby arms, almost no breasts, and a bit of a gut.
Andy stared at Kaileen, a frightened look on his face. Kaileen gave him a tight-lipped smile and held his gaze for a long moment.
Kaileen was not stalking Andy Trahan; she had no idea that the man was Catholic, just as she had not known that he was married. But even on Christmas, Kaileen wasn’t above making the treacherous bastard sweat a little bit.
When the congregation rose, Kaileen rose. When they sat, Kaileen sat. When they knelt, Kaileen knelt.
When they began to file out of the hard-wooden pews, making their way toward the front of the church, Kaileen observed that some patrons simply remained seated and opted to remain seated. Again, she wondered about having stained glass windows installed; the light that filtered through was truly beautiful.
And throughout the service, Kaileen felt Andy’s eyes on her. Every time she looked over, he would nervously glance away. A few moments later, the mass came to an end.
“Mr. Trahan! Mr. Trahan!” Kaileen called out as Andy was trying to make his wife shrug into her coat and walk at the same time.
“Andy, quit, huh?” the woman barked, irritated.
“I uh, oh! Hello uh, Ms. Withers,” Andy said, face pale and eyes wide.
“What a beautiful Mass, wasn’t it?” Kaileen said cheerfully. “Hello, I’m Kaileen. And you are…”
“Jewel Trahan,” the older woman said tightly, glaring at her husband.
“I just started banking at First National,” Kaileen blathered on, smirking as she saw that Andy now wore a large wedding band. “I recognized Mr. Trahan and thought I’d say ‘hi’ to y’all. I just love the personal service they give at that bank; I swear. Anyway, Merry Christmas.”
“Yes, I uh, Merry Christmas,” Andy agreed, sweat forming on his forehead.
“Well, see y’all around,” Kaileen said, shuffling forward with the throng.
Chapter 13—Out with the old and in with a new year.
Daughters Steaks opening day for the Benhurst, Colorado location was a resounding success. The second day was even busier; word had gotten around. The steaks were truly delicious, the side dishes expertly prepared, the desserts were this side of sinful. And all was served by beautiful young women in quite skimpy attire.
“I don’t know what you’re staring at harder,” one woman laughed to her date. “Our waitress or our steaks.”
Both The Nasty Pig restaurants kept Kaileen busy, running smoked pork, smoked brisket from her smokehouse to the restaurants. Finally, she hired two runners to handle the task.
Kaileen then sat and wondered why she’d hired two runners. Freeing herself up only freed her to do more moping around. Again, she wondered if she should contact Curtis Construction, Inc. to come out and put in some stained glass on her atrium doors.
When Kaileen had contacted Gail Severn, the Gold Standard Real Estate agent in the Benhurst area, she had asked about purchasing some residential properties. Gail asked Kaileen what she was planning to do; many of the suburbs were under the control of Homeowner’s Associations. These HOAs tended to have very strict guidelines of what was and what was not permitted in their neighborhoods.
“Log cabins? Then, Ms. Withers, I’ve got the perfect place for you,” Gail said cheerfully. “Here, let me forward the listing…”
Lyle Curtis of Curtis Construction, Inc. had bought up several dilapidated, rotted hunter’s lodges in a tract of land between Benhurst, Colorado and Raquel Falls, Colorado. Decades earlier, this had been prime hunting grounds. Urbanization had forced most of the bears and deer to move on. Now, these buildings were crumbling, falling down.
110 Hunter’s Row was two log cabins placed side by side. The first twenty foot by twenty-foot building was a garage. The garage also housed the washer and dryer and the hot water tank.
The second twenty by twenty building was a single room. The front door was located on the south wall with two large triple paned windows, one to the left and one to the right of the solid door. In the southeast corner was a pot-bellied wood stove. The kitchen was in the northwest corner of the large room. The bathroom was in the northeast corner, separated from the rest of the room by two half walls extending out from the north and the east walls. The walls did not meet, leaving a three-foot gap for the person to walk through to access the commode or the claw foot tub or pedestal sink with wall mounted mirrored medicine cabinet.
Those half walls were constructed of two long cabinets, four feet in height, and twenty inches deep. Here, Kaileen kept towels, bath products, her hair dryer.
The atrium doors that led to the thirty foot by eight-foot back porch was between the half wall and the kitchenette. To the left of this porch was a secured storage room; at present, Kaileen used it as a closet. She’d stretched two eight-foot-long pipes from north to south wall and hung her clothing on these rods. A quite ugly dresser held her panties, her knee socks, her jeans and tee shirts.
Lyle Curtis allowed his daughter, Lizzy to decorate the fourteen refurbished lodges. At first, he regretted that decision; she had some wild ideas. But as buyer after buyer snapped up the over-priced properties, he shrugged and smiled.
Lizzy had bought old copies of the Benhurst Bugler newspapers, some dating back to 1880. She glued sheets of these old, yellowed newspapers to the walls, then rolled clear polyurethane over the ‘wallpaper.’
Local thrift shops sold her old, yellowed, stained lace tablecloths. Lizzy bleached, then sun-dried the tablecloths and fashioned curtains for the windows and atrium doors.
Underneath the wood stoves, Lizzy had used pebbled steppingstones, elevating the stoves safely above the carpeting. The carpet, Lyle was sure, would cause most prospective clients to balk. But the buyers absolutely loved the ‘patchwork quilt’ carpet that Lizzy had fashioned out of several remnants of browns and greens and yellows and reds shag carpets.
Kaileen had stuck to the ‘rustic’ qualities of the cabin. Her bed was a queen-sized cast-iron bed, covered by a patchwork quilt. The long Queen Anne couch backed against the half wall of the bathroom, the regal wing back chair sat against the east wall, near the wood stove. Between couch and chair was an old wooden table with porcelain lamp.
Kaileen read every exposed page of the Benhurst Bugler. With a smirk, she noted that Anatole Jordinaire, the editor-in-chief had absolutely loathed, despised Grover Cleveland. When Grover Cleveland managed to defeat Benjamin Harrison and took the White House for a second term, Anatole Jordinaire was positively in a rage.
In a small consignment shop, Kaileen had found a wooden table and four rail chairs. This, she placed between her bedroom and the small kitchenette. Between her bed and the dining room was the door from garage to lodge.
As beautiful, as cozy as the home was, it was lonely. It was warm; Kaileen was surprised at just how much heat the wood stove put out, but it was lonely.
New Year’s Eve, Kaileen closed the three restaurants down, sent everyone home at seven o’clock. Then she sat in her warm, cozy lodge, listening to the booms and bangs of fireworks as others celebrated the end of one year, the beginning of another year.
On Sunday, Kaileen again attended St. Pius Catholic Church, mainly to get another look at the stained glass. Lyle had referred Kaileen to Lizzy and Kaileen planned to meet with the woman on the seventh of January.
“Andy! Hi!” Kaileen chirped, taking the pew directly behind Andy and Jewel Trahan. “Jewel, I mean, Mrs. Trahan, how are you?”
“Oh no, Jewel’s fine,” Jewel said, fighting to keep the tone of her voice civil.
“Ow! Damn, Jewel, huh?” Andy hissed, trying to prevent his wife’s fingernails from drawing blood.
Throughout the service, Kaileen stared at the back of Andy’s head. Now that she knew he was married and was willing to cheat on his slightly older wife, the animal attraction had waned considerably. But, let Andy think Kaileen was a psychotic stalker.
Home again, Kaileen pulled the electric space heater out, heating the bathroom area. She filled the large tub with scalding hot water; the tub itself could be quite cold against skin. Briefly, as she climbed over the high rim, Kaileen had a sudden impulse to drop the electric heater into the water.
That thought caused Kaileen to pause, horrified. As far as she knew, she was not suicidal, had never been suicidal.
After her bath, Kaileen was slightly more composed. She prepared a large bowl of vegetable beef soup for her dinner, then sat next to the wood burning stove, wrapped in a warm robe and read ‘The Shining’ by Stephen King. She jerked, startled when her phone rang.
“Hello?” she answered, not recognizing the telephone number displayed.
“Little bitch, why are you doing this shit to me?” Jason snarled drunkenly into the phone.
“Yes? Who is this, please?” Kaileen asked.
“You know who the fuck this is,” her father snarled.
“And how would I know who this is? How often do I hear your voice?” Kaileen asked.
“Jason, give me the phone before you have a heart attack,” Kaileen heard her mother demand.
“Yes? Hello?” Kaileen asked. “Who’s calling, please?”
“Kayla, this is your mother,” Stephanie snapped. “Why? Why you keep putting up these God damned steak houses where ever we are?”
“I thought it was pretty obvious, Mother,” Kaileen laughed, a harsh, bitter laugh. “Surely a narcissistic, self-centered bitch like yourself should be able figure it out.”
“I mean, bad enough got rub it in our faces in Oxmore, but then, shit, Jason, what was the name of that pitiful little Mormon town in Utah?” Stephanie complained bitterly.
“Manzurak,” Kaileen supplied.
“And then Oak Tree and now here?” Stephanie said. “Jesus! What? What do you want?”
“Think about it, Mother. I’m sure it’ll come to you.” Kaileen said.
“Can we, can we just call an end to it?” Stephanie pleaded.
“I don’t know, Mother. Can we? I still haven’t got what I want,” Kaileen said harshly.
“Well, what do you want?” Stephanie screamed.
“And how’d you get my number anyway?” Kaileen asked.
“Your brother J.P. gave it to us,” Stephanie said.
“J.J., Mother. His name is J.J., not J.P. for God’s sake,” Kaileen snapped. “J.J.; Jason junior.”
“Still don’t tell me what you wanting,” Stephanie snapped.
“Think about it. Think real hard,” Kaileen said tightly. “What is the one thing I’ve never had? Then get back to me.”
She then ended the call, cutting off Stephanie’s tirade. After a long moment, Kaileen sighed, put the book on the chair and turned off the table lamp.
The moonlight filtered in through the gauzy curtains. Kaileen lay in her warm, soft, comfortable bed and stared at the ceiling.
Lizzy had stained the two by twelve pine planks with ‘pickled oak’ stain. It gave the ceiling planks a weathered, aged look, in keeping with the rest of the interior of the home. Kaileen counted the number of planks now.
“Okay, and each board is twelve feet long, take into account the what? Twenty-degree pitch?” Kaileen mused aloud, begging her mind to stop, cease with the mad racing.
In the morning, Kaileen went to the Raquel Falls The Nasty Pig location. While she did the prep work, she idly wondered about opening an Italian restaurant, possibly in Myndee, Arkansas. She jerked slightly when her cell phone rang.
“Hello?” Kaileen answered her phone.
“What?” Stephanie’s enraged voice hissed. “What do you want, damn you.”
“Well, that certainly isn’t it,” Kaileen laughed bitterly.
“I am at my wit’s end here, Kailey,” Stephanie screamed. “Hear? I am at my wit’s end.”
“Aw,” Kaileen said. “Well, got to go; we’re about to open for the lunch crowd, Mother. Great talking to you.”
“Daughters don’t open for lunch, Kailey,” Stephanie accused.
“No, no, I’m at The Nasty Pig, Mother,” Kaileen said.
“The… You own that too?” Stephanie shrilled. “That’s you?”
Kaileen didn’t answer. She simply ended the call and dropped her phone into the pocket of her apron.
“Hi, Miss Kaileen,” a chubby red head smiled as she clocked in.
“Hi, um,” Kaileen said, trying desperately to remember the waitress’s name.
“Kori,” the girl giggled, not offended.
“No, that’s not it,” Kaileen teased, smiling.
“What? Yeah it is!” the girl shrilled, then giggled.
“God, I bet you get all kinds of tips,” Kaileen thought. “You ’bout cute as a bug, I swear.”
“And where does that come from anyhow? Bugs ain’t all that cute,” Kaileen thought as another waitress greeted her.
Kaileen worked alongside her staff, keeping the plates moving. At three thirty, she wished the kitchen crew a good day and left.
“Hello?” she answered her phone.
“You wasn’t at that Nasty Pig place,” Stephanie accused as Kaileen entered Daughters Steaks through the rear door.
“Nope. At Daughters now,” Kaileen agreed.
“We went there for lunch and they said you wasn’t there,” Stephanie crowed, triumphant.
“Went to the Benhurst one? I was at Raquel Falls,” Kaileen said, avoiding a near collision with the manager.
“Oh,” was Stephanie’s response.
“Listen, Mother, why we don’t meet at Benny’s Burger Bar? The one on forty-nine?” Kaileen suggested, slipping her boots off of her feet.
Stephanie agreed to meet with her daughter for lunch, one o’clock the next day. Kaileen wiggled out of her dirty jeans.
“Bringing the sperm donor?” Kaileen asked.
“That is your father,” Stephanie hissed.
“Well aware of that. Why I give him credit,” Kaileen agreed.