A New Beginning Pt. 13

He went to the back and came out with three boxes. A Savage Model 1920 in

.250-3000 Savage. A Winchester Model 94 in.30 WCF, and a Remington Model 10 shotgun. Then he came back with a case each of ammo for each one.

"Her interest is in the Savage rifle."

"Ok, how much do you want for them?"

"Oh, nothing. It's my pleasure to gift them to you."

"Sir, I'd not be comfortable taking such valuable items for nothing. I mean no offense."

"I insist. You have been an exceptional customer, and I can think of no one else I'd rather see have them."

"Well, I appreciate it. They sure are fine."

I took them out of the box and looked them over. I put them back in the boxes.

"Of course, give her the one she wants. I'll take the other ones home."

He offered his hand. I took it.

"Say, I'm sure you heard about my buying the fishing company?"

"Certainly."

"Do you know the women that work there?"

"I certainly do. They all shop here regularly."

"Do they have tabs?"

"Indeed they do."

"I'd like to pay them off."

He looked at my in astonishment,

"Well, Ok then."

He retrieved his box and got out their tabs. They were into him for quite a bit. Over a hundred dollars a piece for the five women.

"Of course the each make weekly payments."

He figured it up and I wrote a check, then decided to add a hundred each in credit to their tabs. He took the check, looked at it, then stared at me open mouthed.

"That should help them out. I just don't want anybody but them charging anything against the hundred in credit."

"Oh, absolutely. I'll make note of it."

He helped me carry the guns and ammo out to my truck. Then I went home. I carried the guns up, then the ammunition. Elsie and mama were at the table. I kissed and hugged Elsie. I heard car doors slam. Looking out, I saw Maggie and Callie coming up. They came in, each kissed me, then set to fussing over the baby and Elsie.

I excused myself and went down and headed to the restaurant. There i ordered a seafood platter. Oysters, crab, shrimp and grilled red snapper. All of it locally caught. I ate then went to the yard.

They were building forms for the three new washhouses and the shop. The trailers were set and another guy was on a backhoe installing a septic tank and drain line. I went over and looked through the trailers. Other than supplies, they were ready to go. Furniture and everything. I'd get them set up with their needs when they arrived.

Which reminded me. They'd need transportation. I went and knocked on the door of George's trailer. Margret answered wearing a robe. Her face lit up in a smile.

"Why, Mr Flannery, what brings you by today?"

"I need you to go with me."

"Well, come on in and let me get dressed."

She stepped back and let me in, the took off her robe, turned and and walked naked back to her bedroom. She came out dressed and walked up to me,

"I thought you may have been here for another round."

I chuckled at her,

"Maybe another time. Right now, I have business to conduct."

"I certainly hope it's soon. My poor little kitty is meowing for her daddy to come home."

I just shook my head and went out to the truck. We got in and went to Florence's place. I sent Margret after her. They came out and climbed in.

I headed to the Ford house and met the salesman.

"I'm in need of four of them station wagons."

"Yes sir, just got some in."

We went and did the papers and paid for them.

"I brung two women to drive two back. I need you to follow them back with the other two."

He got up and went out back and came in with two men.

"Y'all follow the women to where they're going with two station wagons."

He looked at me,

"I assume they'll bring them back?"

"Yes sir. Now, can you tell me where the phone company is at?"

He wrote down directions and gave them to me. I went out and told the women,

"Y'all drive these back and then bring the men back here. I'm headed to the phone company to get y'all phones put in."

I took off and went to the phone outfit. Getting in, I headed to the desk and told the woman what I needed.

"I need fourteen phones installed in mobile homes. Two installed in other homes. I need them turned on in my office building, too."

She looked at me like I had taken leave of my senses,

"You're office building?"

"Yes m'am, I have a hundred acres on the east side of the island with an office building on it. I also got fourteen mobile homes and two regular homes for my employees to live in. I'd like to get them phones. I'm expanding the office out, too. I bought a fishing and shrimping company and I'm moving the offices over there."

"I see, well, I'm not sure who you are, young man, but I really don't have the time nor the inclination to play whatever games you're playing here today are."

"No m'am, I'm not playing any games, I'm trying to get phones installed. Can you help me?"

"Just who are you anyway?"

"Jacob Flannery."

"You're Jacob Flannery?"

"Yes m'am."

"What's going on here?"

I'd reached the end of my patience with this insolent female. It dawned on me what her problem was. My clothes.

"Look lady, I've had enough of your shit. You want references? You call the bank, tell Mr Willoughby I said to get his ass down here. While you're at it, call the mercantile and the Ford house, get them here, too."

She arrogantly spun the phone around and said,

"Ok, you call them. The only thing I'm calling is your bluff, then the police to have you removed."

I got out my wallet and extracted the paper with all the numbers. I dialed the bank,

"Mr Willoughby, Jacob Flannery, I'm at the phone company and I need you to come down here. Yes sir. Right now. I'll meet you out front."

I called the mercantile, the Ford house and the trailer place. In a few minutes, I had them all on the way. A few minutes later, they were all out front. I went and opened the door and they came in, following me to the desk.

"This woman here seems to have trouble accepting the fact that I am who I say I am."

They all looked at her,

"That's Mr Flannery. What is the issue here?"

I turned to them,

"Thank y'all for coming, I got it from here."

They looked at the woman a long moment, shook my hand and left. I picked up the phone and dialed 0. The operator came on,

"Yes m'am, I need you to hook me into the police department."

I handed her the phone. She stared at it, then at me. Shaking her head to clear it, she hung up the phone,

"Mr Flannery, I..."

"Look, lady, can I get the phones hooked up or not? I'm tired of fucking around with you. I want to get this business done so I can go home and see my woman and newborn son."

"I'm so sorry, yes sir."

"Just get it done, please."

She pulled out the forms and I filled them in.

"Mr Flannery, the phones at your office are still active according to our records. I just need to transfer the service to you."

"Ok, do that, please."

"I'll get someone out right away to begin installing service at the other places."

"Thank you. How much do I owe?"

"Sir, in light of the trouble this situation has caused, I'll waive the intial charges."

"Thank you."

I left before I got more irritated than I already was. I head home, then got another thought. I drove back over to the yard. The new cars were parked by the new trucks.

I flagged Jeb and George down.

"Y'all take one of the cars in place of the truck. Jeb, we'll use your old truck as a shop truck. Just let me know how much you want for it."

"Hell, you can have it. They got it fixed and shined up."

"I appreciate that."

What now? I think I've gone as far as I can today. Time to head home and eat a bite. See the baby. I pulled in and parked, then went on up. Elsie was at the table, feeding the baby. Mama was cooking fried porkchops.

I knew it was coming on to time to hire a housekeeper and cook. Mama and Elsie could handle it, but why should they have to?

Mama fixed me a jar of tea and brought it to me. She turned the porkchops and came over to me,

"I lost the baby. I bled some and miscarried."

Well, I wasn't sure how to feel about that.

"I guess it's how things go sometimes."

I just nodded again.

"I mean, who am I fooling anyways. Thinking I can raise a child at 58 years old."

More nodding. I've learned that when womenfolks are talking about such things you don't know how to feel or talk about, it's best to just keep your trap shut and nod a lot.

"Anyway, thank you for listening, son."

"Yes m'am."

She headed back in to tend to supper, I went and sat down, looking at the baby. Sophie came up and climbed up on my lap. I snuggled her close. Annie came down as we heard a car door shut and Hazel came in.

She made her rounds greeting everybody, then made a fuss over the baby. He started whimpering a little, so she picked him up and walked around with him until he settled down again.

Tommy came in with the dogs. The gyp laid down by my chair. The pup next to his. He looked at the baby

"Are you still our pa now that you've got a new baby?"

"Why, of course I am. Why you asking such foolishness?"

"I don't know. I'm glad you're still our pa, though."

We ate supper amongst easy conversation. Hazel was settling into her new job well. Annie had managed to find a bunch of old stock that still had considerable value in the massive tangle that filled the stockroom. She had it clean, organized, and inventoried. The retail floor was cleaned, rearranged and more profitable now.

I got up and went outside and walked down the beach. I was staring off into the distance. I saw something that had washed up on the shore and went to it. A whiskey bottle. Now that set my mind to wandering some. I set it down up by the grass and kept walking. My thoughts going back to earlier ideas of bootlegging whiskey. With all this prohibition nonsense going on, and how people still wanted their booze. Problem was, most of that which was available was just popskull rotgut sugar whiskey. Not the pure corn liquor you got from Mr Scruggins.

Now, after all the necessaries were done, planting, harvesting and such, I'd ease over to the Scruggins place and help him work his stills. He'd taught me careful, too. How to build a good pot still, the best mash recipe's, a lot of the tricks of the trade.

I was staring off into the distance, planning, when a voice jerked me out of my thoughts. It was Mrs Fleming.

"Why, Jacob, fancy seeing you out and about. I've certainly missed your company as of late."

"Yes m'am, I've just been uncommonly busy."

"So I've heard. You are certainly making quite the name for yourself here on the island."

I chuckled at that,

"Yes m'am, there's no shortage of busybodies here abouts."

"Well, perhaps you'd care to come up and keep me company a while?"

"I might be persuaded to."

She stepped up to me, her hand sliding across my crotch,

"Don't think I've forgotten about the debt I owe you. I've been practicing and have became quite accomplished as of late."

"Well, by all means, how about we put that to the test?"

We went to here home. Without any fanfare, she took my pants off and led me to the chair. I sat down and she took her clothes off and got to her knees. She took my dick in her warm hand and slid her lips over it, taking me deep in her mouth. Her mature attractive face, soft and age lined, her lips blood red with lipstick.

She began working my hardness with eagerness, wanting desperately to please me. She was doing a damned good job of it, too.

Every time she raised up, she explored my cock with her tongue, lashing it around the swollen head, her tongue probing my hole. She went down on it, gagging slightly as she repositioned herself and toik me all the way in. Her lined lips stretched wide as she used her throat to milk my cock. Her weathered hands kneading my balls.

She came up for air, tears leaking from her eyes, trailing mascara down her cheeks. Then she went back to work on me. Pulling gack uhtil just the head was in her mouth and going back down until her mouth fully engulfed my length. Her tongue constantly lashing at me. Massaging my balls.

I knew I was about to cum hard. My balls drew up and the feeling of the powerful orgasm spread quickly through my entire body.

She drew back on more time, sucking in a deep breath of air, the slid down all the way and started a swallowing action with her throat.

My cum blasted out of my balls straight into her belly. My shaft throbbing and pulsing as it sent stream after stream of thick sperm into willing throat.

She pulled off of me and lapped a trailing stream of sperm still leaking out an got up. She dressed and waited on me. I sat down at the table with her.

"I've been practicing my technique. Judging by the amount of sperm you just pumped into my stomach, I assume you approve?"

"Without a doubt."

She smiled at the compliment.

"So, catch me up on what you've been doing. I understand congratulations are in order for a child."

"Yes m'am, a son."

"You need to quit calling me m'am. I think we're familiar enough with one another. I mean, you just dumped your sperm into my throat. Not to mention the unholy fucking you've gave to my old pussy."

"Well, Maribeth, I hope we have occasion for more of the same in the future."

"As do I. Although, I must confess that I do have what seems to be a suitor as of late. Someone I've known for a number of years. I've worked on several digs with him around the world. South America, Africa, The Middle East."

"Well, I hope and wish you all the best."

"Well, Jacob, don't misunderstand me, I still expect for you and I to continue with our little trists. You can't break me like a mare and get me addicted to you and expect me to just give you up."

"No, I guess not. So, how did you two get caught up with each other again?"

"Funny you should ask, but it was because of those bracelets, of all things."

"Really, how so?"

"Well, I contacted a laboratory inquiring about some tests I wanted done. I sent them in and they analyzed the metal, and performed Xrays. It turned out he had been working on a similar project concerning some finds on other digs."

"What was his take on them?"

"He brought them back to me personally, and we discussed the findings and results. It turns out the composition is about half pure gold, the rest is an unknown alloy of some sort. The most interesting part is what's on the inside. Something that looks like wires, in a grid of sorts, with some other components we can't identify. The thing is, these represent technology we can't even begin to identify. What is even more perplexing is that they interfere with radio waves. Here, let me show you."

She got up and turned on her radio, fine tuned it, then took the bracelets over and held the up to the radio one at a time. The radio crackled, then began to emit a sharp series of noises.

"Those are radio waves. But are emitted on a frequency we can't pin point. But they are extremely powerful. It's almost like a morse code of sorts. He did try to age them. I'm not sure how that works. But, his gest guess is somewhere between 10,000 to 20,000 years old. But in all probability much older. They also are showing radiation of some sort. He said they'd never seen anything like it. The writing or symbols, they've found examples of on digs around pyramids in South America, Mexico and Egypt. But there is nothing in existence to decipher their meaning. So, they remain an anomaly."

"If I recall correctly, you said you had an idea about them."

"Yes, I do indeed. Do you remember the sighting you told me about?"

"About them little folks out in the woods in that contraption that just up and flew off like nobodies business?"

"Yes. What do they have to do with those."

"Jacob, those were people not from here. Extra terrestrials."

I just rubbed my face. This shit qas getting stranger by the second.

"I've seen them, too. Like the ones you saw. As well as others."

"So, you're telling me these are from them space folks?"

"Yes, that's what I'm saying."

"This is too much for me to wrap my head around right now."

She slid it over to me. I just looked at it.

"You know, them little folks were too small to wear those."

"Oh, there's others out there. Much larger."

I got up.

"Well, I need to go. I'll be back though."

"Don't forget your bracelet."

"You keep it, they belong together. Least ways, that's the feeling I got."

She got up and went to the door with me. We kissed and I left.

Back home, I came in to JT. He was sitting at the table when I walked in. He got up and shook my hand.

"Jake! Good to see ya, son."

"JT, how's it going up there?"

"Bringing in new wells everyday. I brought you another cut."

He gestured to the bag on the table.

"Good one this time. $526,000. There's folks talking about a drop in oil prices so, I'm pumping and selling as fast as I can. Make all the money we can before it stops. Although, I doubt a drop in price would last more than a year or so. Oh, it'll hurt them that's took out big money loans. I've been operating on a cash and carry basis. So, the bottom could fall out and I won't have banks breathing down my neck for payment."

"Yeah, me, too. I don't want to go in debt. I heard some men at the cafe the other day talking about farm and ranch land being at thirty an acre. I've been thinking about buying a ranch and farmland. Can't go wrong on it, if you do it like you said, pay cash and don't borrow on it. Said he knows a man that owns 50,000 acres over west of Houston. Running cattle and raising rice, corn, sorghum and hay. He's about to lose it because of the loans he took out and he'd put it up for collateral. I'm thinking of going over there and seeing about it. His name is Carwell. The bank they were talking about is in Houston."

He chuckled,

"You don't miss a trick, do you?"

"I figure if a man keeps his mouth shut and his eyes and ears open, he'll see and hear a lot more than he will otherwise."

"Well, you feel like company?"

"What do you mean?"

"Going over there. I imagine you'll need someone to show you how to get there."

"I imagine you're right. But I don't want to put you out none."

"Naw, you ain't putting me out. I got some business up in Houston anyway."

"Well, in that case, sure, I'd love to have your company."

"When you plan on going?"

"Hell, we can leave in the morning. I just need to figure out how to get money up there."

"Oh hell, that's easy. You go to the ranch and make your deal. Then to the bank and they'll get the money wired in. Simple as that."

"Ok, in the morning it is."

Daylight found us pulling up to a small cafe west of town in a small settlement that I never seen a sign for. We pulled in, the tires crunching on the gravel.

Going in, it was starting to sprinkle rain. We sat down and an attractive middle aged woman came over with a coffee pot in one hand and a pitcher of ice water in the other. She flipped over the cups and small glasses and filled them and took our order.

Eggs over easy, bacon, grits, biscuits and gravy.

We talked quietly and listened to the farmers and ranchers talking as they came in and sat down.

She brought our food out and I spoke up,

"M'am, you wouldn't happen to know a man by the name of Carwell, would you?"

She put her hand on her hip and looked down at me suspiciously.

"You two ain't from the bank are you?"

"No m'am, I'm Jacob Flannery and my friend here is JT Morgan. I'm from Galveston as of late, but originally I was raised up in Rusk county."

"Flannery? Yeah, I've heard of you, all good, too. You caused quite a stir up there by the way I hear tell of it. Well, my name is Rachel, and Joe Carwell owns the big spread south of here. He'll be walking in any moment now, if the bank ain't did for him."