A New Beginning Pt. 13

Author's note. I'll see what sort of response I get from this edition in the way of followers to determine whether or not to continue it any further. I seem to be losing followers and the rate of following has slowed way down.

She milked my cock with her throat. The only problem was, I kept remembering how good her pussy felt. You know what? The hell with it. I pulled her off me, stood her up and decided to just go for it. Before I changed my mind.

I bent her over the table and got situated. Then pushed into her. It was tight, but not offering too much resistance. In fact she fit like a new pair of gloves. I know one thing, if I'd planned on lasting a while, I couldn't have been more wrong. She reached under and grabbed my heavy balls and started squeezing and rolling. My cum blasted out before I was even close to calling it quits.

She moaned and whined and I felt her pussy let go and she squirted on me. Squeezing my balls until every last drop of sperm was up inside her.

After she figured me to be finished, she turned around and dropped to her knees and went to sucking and licking.

When she stood up, she stared up into my eyes, something was in those eyes that just turned my insides around. I loved my sister. I hated myself for the way I'd treated her. I'll tell you right now, that'll never happen again.

I didn't know it at the time, but mama had came down and was peeking around the corner at us. After I filled my sisters womb with my seed, she smiled and went back to bed.

I went out on the deck, still feeling the pangs of guilt about the way I treated my sister. What the fuck is wrong with me? I tried to shake it off but couldn't. I thought about Mrs Fleming. I looked at the sky. It was still early. I wonder if she's awake yet?

Remembering my key, I went and got it off the hook and walked down there, unlocked the door and went in.

I found her still asleep, so I eased back out and left. No need waking her up just because I'm miserable. So, I got in my truck and headed over to the shop. The men were up and getting ready for work.

I walked over to the slab. There was lumber stacked next to it. I tested the concrete. It was dry. Hearing a truck pull in, I turned to see Jeb parking. He got out and came over to me.

"Morning boss."

"Morning."

He looked around at the morning sun, then checked his watch. Then went over and inspected the lumber. Satisfied, he came back over and stood next to me.

"Well, guess we're officially on the way now. As long as they ieep that material coming, we'll stay ahead of schedule."

I liked to hear that.

"We got trucks coming. I need to find drivers."

He thought a minute.

"You know what? I may have an answer to that. When May and I left Pennsylvania, there was a bunch of truckers that worked for the mill that got laid off, too. Some of thrm stayed around driving for other smaller outfits, coal mines and whatnot. Apparently at a big pay cut. If I can, I'll use your phone and call around up there. See if I can find any interested."

"Sure, come on over."

"I'll call the the coffee shop. He always knows the news."

"Well, go on over and make your calls. If you find any interested, let them know I'll pay to get them and their families here. We'll sort them out living quarters."

He hurried off.

George, Warren and Scott came out. They went to the office and gathered up tools and started laying out lumber. George came over to me,

"Morning sir. Ready for the day?"

"Sure am."

"Wasn't Jeb here a minute ago?"

"Yeah, he went to make a phone call about some truck drivers."

"You want some coffee? Margret has some on in there."

"Maybe in a minute. How's the trailers working out for y'all?"

"Far as I know, everbody's happy. You've done alot for us here. More than anybody else has since we found ourself down and out."

"It's been my pleasure. I figure when a man's down, folks oughta give them a hand up, not keep kickin' them down."

"Well, I need to get to work."

He headed off and I turned to look at his trailer. Margret was standing in the door, looking this way. I really didn't want to get anything started here this morning, so I got in my truck and headed off. It didn't work, though. She headed me off. I rolled the glass down and she leaned in.

"You're not going to stop by and say hello?"

"Got things to do."

"It wouldn't hurt you to just come in for a bit and drink a cup of coffee."

"Maybe next time. Hope you enjoy your day, Margret."

She knew better than to push me too far, so she backed off and went inside. I headed out, going somewhere else but here. I drove over to the docks where the fishing and shrimp boats docked at. I needed to get a better understanding of what was going on with it all on that end.

I saw a boat tied up and some men working on it. I headed over.The man obviously in charge nodded at me,

"Howdy young feller. You huntin' work?"

"No sir, I'm starting a freighting company and I mean to haul fish and shrimp around to buyers. I'm just curious how it all works."

"Ah, you must be that Flannery feller I been hearing about."

"Yes sir, I'm Jacob Flannery."

"I'm known as Cap hereabouts. So, Mr Flannery, what is it you want to know?"

"Well, who owns the boats? Who runs the operation? Things like that."

"Ok, well, I own this one and one more like her. I have a young captain in charge of the other one. I run the business, but the captain runs the boat and crew."

The man pulled out a plug of tobacco and bit off a chew. Spat out in the water. Then eyed Jacob, speculation in his weathered eyes.

"I kinda get the feeling you're looking for something else here."

"Sir, I don't know what I'm really looking for beyond purpose in my life. I reckon if I did, I have the feeling I'd be somewhere else but here on this island."

"Yeah, I know the feeling. First time I ever felt that way was back when a bunch of Germans tried to split my wig for me."

"Well, sir, I won't take up any more of your day.Thank you for talking to me."

"Hold on a second, son. Tell you what. Go over to the markets. There's a man there name of Fleischmann. He's a chinchy old bastard, but he owns a right smart of these fishing boats. Last year, he put out the word he would like to sell out and head off overseas and retire among some kin or other he's got over there."

I nodded,

"Thank you, sir."

He waved and spat and went back to cussing everything that hath breath.

I thought about it and figured it couldn't hurt to go talk to him.

I drove around until I came to the market area. Parking, I looked around, not having a clue on where to find this Fleischmann fella. I kinda figured if he owned a batch of those big ol' boats, he wouldn't be too hard to pick up a trail on.

So, I parked where I seen folks gathering, getting ready to start their day. I got out and walk up to the group that made up the oldest ones there. They saw me coming and kinda tried to ignore me. I was wearing my overalls, boots, and old slouch hat.

I stopped a couple of arms lengths away and addressed them.

"Name's Jacob Flannery, I'm hunting a man name of Fleischmann."

Ohe of the men studied me closely before speaking.

"You're Jacob Flannery?"

"Yep, that's the name my mama hung on me."

He turned half way around and gestured to a group of five middle age women gathered up in front of a brick building.

"Those women work for him. They'll show you."

He cocked his head slightly,

"So, you're the Mr Flannery everybody is making all the fuss about?"

I shrugged,

"I don't know about anybody making much of a fuss over me, but yeah, that my name. There a problem with that, sir?"

He shook his head,

"No, I just had something else in mind when I heard about you, is all."

"I see, well, I reckon we all have different opinions on matters."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, sir, it's not supposed to mean anything at all, so, since you seem so all fired up to judge folks by the way they look, I reckon you can figure that out all on your own."

He lost the arrogant little smirk he'd been regarding me with. Then looked around at his companions who just watched to see how it would unfold.

I stuck my hand out,

"Never did catch your name."

He looked at my outstretched hand with uncertainty. Finally choosing to accept it. He tried squeezing my hand.

So that's how he wants to play this out. My hands were big, hard and callous. Hardened by years of tireless and brutally hard work. I could take a big horseshoe in hand and bend it straight. I clamped down on his hand then. I knew I could crush it if I was of a mind to, but that's not me. Some folks just need a lesson in manners.

He tried to pull away, but I held him fast.

"Your name, sir?"

"Roy Peters."

I squeezed a little harder.

"Well, Mr Peters, It is certainly a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

He winced at the pain,

"Yes sir, Mr Flannery."

I let him go and he stepped back, rubbing his hand.

I tipped my hat and sauntered off. I heard the others making fun of him.

I walked up to the women. They were watching me closely. A couple were smoking cigarettes. Those fancy kind, all rolled up and ready made, not the Bull Durham or Prince Albert folks back home rolled up.

I tipped my hat,

"Ladies, I'm Jacob Flannery. I'd be most appreciative if you'd direct me to the whereabouts of a Mr Fleischmann."

The oldest of the women, a buxom lady of about 50 or so, eyed me curiously.

"Young man, what did you do to Roy Peters? We've never saw him step back for anybody like that."

"M'am, I couldn't rightly say. I just didn't much appreciate his familiar tone and taught him some manners is all."

She pulled on her cigarette and exhaled. Then dropped the butt on the sidewalk, crushing it under the toe of her shoe.

She held out her hand

"I'm Claire Barnes, Mr Fleischmann's secretary."

I took her hand gently in mine.

"Pleased to meet you, m'am."

She held my hand a bit longer,

"That's a strong hand, Mr Flannery."

"Yes m'am."

She released my hand.

"Well, come with me. I'll take you to see Mr Fleischmann."

She led the way. Her wide hips swaying under her skirt. I tried to focus on anything other than her. Thankfully, the walk was short. She stopped at the last office and knocked. A gruff voice came from inside,

"Yeah, what is it?"

She opened the door and motioned me in. I stepped past her, looking around the sparsely furnished office. There was a desk facing the door, two chairs facing the desk. The desk was bare except for two stacks of paper, an ink bottle, pen, and telephone. There were no pictures hanging on the wall.

She spoke up,

"Mr Fleischmann, this is Mr Jacob Flannery. He wishes a meeting."

He waved her off and she left, closing the door. He settled his hard gaze on me,

"Flannery, you say?"

"Yes sir."

"Hmm. Well, you're not what I expected. But who the hell is these days."

He squinted an eye at me,

"I saw you give that sumbitch Peters the scrunch face when I was coming in."

He held out his gnarled hand. Those hands had seen work.

I took his hand firmly.

"Pleased, Mr Fleischmann. He just needed to be reminded of his upbringing is all"

He chuckled,

"Call me Martin. Any man that can put that silly bastard in his place like you did don't have to call me mister."

"Jake will do for me."

"Well, Jake, I suppose there'd be a reason you're here."

"Yes sir. Fella name of Cap down on the docks said I should come see you."

"He did, did he? Well, he must of taken a shine to you. He don't say much to folks hereabouts anything that doesn't require them to knock on the gates of hell. So, what is it I can do for you?"

"He allowed as to your desire to sell out."

"Yep, I've been courting that idea for a spell now. You interested in it?"

"Well, sir, I don't rightly know for certain."

"I take it you're a logger, with some farmin' throwed in, to boot. You don't get shoulders and muscles like that otherwise. So, what you know about fishing?"

"Nothing where this is concerned. I'm starting a freighting company. Truth be told, I don't know anything about that either. I'm a quick study. I made my fortune in the oil business. All I knew about that, I read in whatever I could find on the matter. That and dealing square with folks."

"I know JT. Have for a long time. He speaks well of you. Tell you what. You sit down there and spell out what you got in mind, I'll tell you what I think after that."

So, I did. Start to finish.

"Ok, so, that seems pretty straight forward to my way of thinking. If you want to but me out, I'll sell to you. For a good price. I figure $100,000 oughta get it done. Now, I got good crews on my six boats. Took me years to build them. As far as running this office is concerned, Claire handles that. I just sit around sucking up air. So leave it at that and you'll not have any problems."

I stuck out my hand.

"Deal."

He shook it. Looking me in the eye. He stood up,

"Well, come on, young man, let's go get this done."

We stopped by the next office up, the door was open, so we went in. Claire was talking to one of the other women that had been out front earlier.

"Claire, Jake here is buying me out today. I'll need you to guide him through."

She looked at me a long moment. I wasn't able to read her eyes.

"Of course, I'll assist him in any way I can."

The younger woman, about 40, slim built, pretty, blonde hair, and sparkling intelligent blue eyes, stood up and held out her hand. I took it

"I'm Cyrilla Fourtnoy. I assist Mrs Barnes in running the office.

"Mrs Fourtnoy, it certainly is a pleasure."

Martin spoke up,

"Jake, let's go before these women get you trussed up in the corner."

They had a laugh at that and I turned and left, Martin following me. We got in my truck and went to the bank. We were let straight in.

Mr Willoby stood up,

"My, my, what brings you gentlemen in today?"

"Willoby, he's buying me out. I need you to get it all changed over. Get them infernal court wranglers on it. I'm leaving the company bank account as it stands. He's giving me $100,000 for it, lock, stock and barrel."

"Yes sir, I'll get right on it. I assume the purchase amount is to be put into your personal account?"

"Yep."

"Well, consider it done."

Martin grunted, shook his hand and we left. I avoided looking into Pat's office, I had too much on my plate right now. We went back to the office. He gathered the five women up,

"Jacob Flannery here is your new boss. He just bought me out. I expect you hussies will treat him with the same respect you afford me, God knows it ain't much, but give it to him anyway. Claire, you contact the boat crews and have them stay on dock tomorrow, meet us here so I can tell them of the change of ownership. Jake, I'll turn it over to you."

Claire spoke up,

"Yes sir. But losing a days pay isn't going to go over favorably."

"If I may, I'll not have that. Make sure they understand that they will be paid for the full day. I'll see to it. Ladies, I'll take the time later to get to know you each in turn. But right now, I have business. The only change I'm making in the office as of right now, is Claire will be taking over Martin's job, the rest of you will move up a spot. Claire will hire a new employee to fill the bottom position. I have someone in mind for that position. I'll bring her with me tomorrow. You will each get a fifty percent raise in pay, as well."

There was a lot of murmuring,

"I'll be back in the morning. Good day, ladies."

Martin walked me out.

"Son, I believe you'll make good here."

He shook my hand,

"See you in the morning."

"Yes sir."

I got in and left, heading home. First, I headed back to the office. Jeb was back. They were putting up walls, moving right along. Jeb saw me and came over.

"Well, I got nine or ten drivers headed this way. They need tickets. I told them to stand by in the morning and youd take care of it."

"Good job. Now how do I get them their tickets?"

"I'll go with you in the morning to the depot and we'll get it done."

"I need to wire them money to eat on."

"No, meals come with the tickets."

Hmm, never woulda thought it. Well, what about their families?"

"All but a couple have families. I think one has three youngsters. The rest just one or two."

"Well, we need to accomodate for them."

"Say ten show up with families. You got the wife a piece. Then round it around to two youngsters each. That's twenty, so roughly forty. Where you gonna put them all?"

"Fuck if I know. We better get started on it. If we go with trailer houses, ten of them with two bedrooms, would that work?"

"I doubt it'll be any worse than what they're dealing with now. The banks are in the process of taking their homes. A few already lost them. Living on others, relatives and such."

I looked around at the three trailers, imagining ten more. There was plenty of room. It'll be easy enough to extend the electric, gas and water.

"Ok, I'm gonna go buy ten trailers and have them brought out. When they get here, y'all help them out if they need it. First, write me out a list of names so I can get their tickets"

"Yes sir."

He wrote down the information. I headed off and drove to the trailer house place.The salesman came out all smiles.

"Mr Flannery, what can I do for you today?"

"I need ten two bedroom or larger trailers."

"Well, let's see, I don't have any used ones, but I do have some new two bedrooms, and one big three bedroom."

"Can you have them outfitted with furniture and appliances. Two beds in the second room on the two bedroom. Gas heaters. Water hearters."

"Yes sir. They come with gas heat and water heaters installed. Do you need them delivered and installed like the last time?"

"Yes sir. As soon as possible. I'll have people showing up within the week."

"I'll get the crew on it starting first thing in the morning."

I went in a wrote a check, then left for the deep freeze and washer stores. I ordered three more freezers and clothes washers along with gas heaters for the washhouse.

Now, to the train depot. I got there and told the man what I wanted. I handed him the paper and he copied down the names.

"You say the are travelling with families?"

"Most are, yes sir."

"Well accompanied children ride free."

He figured it all up,

"Ok, for twenty adults at second class which includes berthing and meals, it'll be $75 a ticket."

"How much is first class?"

"$85 per ticket. Which offers larger berthing and higher quality food."

"Ok, let's do the first class then."

"Yes sir,"

He did his figures,

"$1700."

I wrote a check. He looked at it,

"Not to be disrespectful, but for one of this size, I'll need to verify it."

"Yes sir, not at all."

He called the bank, they verified it. He wrote out a receipt and handed it to me.

"I'll call the depot and inform them. The tickets will be waiting."

"Thank you, sir."

"Of course, thank you for your patronage. If you'll leave your number, I'll be sure you are notified just prior to their arrival."

I gave him my number.

Finally home. I was starving, not having eaten all day. I parked and went in, smelling supper cooking. A big pork shoulder roast with taters and carrots and gravy. Beans and cornbread.

I'll tell you what, my belly went to dancing up a four step waltz. Hazel got me a glass of tea, and I went to the deck, enjoying the sunset out across the water. I sipped my tea and thought about the day. I'm making progress. I now own a fledgeling trucking company and an established fishing and shrimping company.

Supper was called and we ate heartily. Afterward, I called Hazel out.

"I've got a job for you if you want it."

"Sure I'll take it."