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With help from Red, who knew the company men for Phillips Petroleum in southern Missouri, Ben bought the only service station in a twenty mile radius of Lake Wappapello. The station also had a marina directly on the lake to service boats.
Again with help from Red, Ben hired two young men to help run the marina and service station. He was following in Red's footsteps in that he could either close his business when he and Retta wanted to get away or at least have someone else run it for him.
"I'll make a fisherman and hunter out of you yet. I might even get you to like camping," Retta said as she sat down in her husband's lap.
"Fishing and hunting yes," Ben replied. "But not camping. My idea of roughing it is a hotel with no room service."
"It's only been a year since we got married and moved to the lake, just give me time to work on you." Retta smiled as Ben ran his hand over her stomach pregnant with their first child.
"Besides, our son will want to go camping; I'll make sure of that."
The End
- COMMENTS
ttjbjr5411 days agoPeople please remind that the story’s are not true. It’s all in the author’s mind. I thought it was well written and entertaining. Good effort. It’s easy to criticize but it’s difficult to write. I’m jealous that you have the ability to think then write a good story. Don’t pay too much to the critics. I’d like to see their work.
Anonymousover 2 years agoThis may have turned out to have a good ending, but I couldn’t get past the first page. It was just too stupid. Any normal person would have gone to the police.
Anonymousalmost 4 years agoAn author should write what he knows - and you obviously don't know anything about topless bars or loansharks. I think you've spent too much time watching The Soprano's or something. This story was just silly.
A college student is teaching in college? She just immediately accepts that she has no choice but to be a dancer/prostitute? A wanna-be-mafia loan shark punk suddenly activates his... what?... super-secret-nationwide-missing-person-investigation-force and finds his missing employee and soon-to-be-prostitute? I stopped reading at that point. Just too dumb.
Anonymousabout 4 years agoI have read most of your stories I think - don't remember all of the titles. I have read some others but theirs are no match for the way you write in my opinion so I usually come back here and have read some more than once but I'm running out of story titles so will have to continue reading some more than once.
Anonymousalmost 5 years agoMany years ago I read some of your stories. In my senior years, I've gone back
and started to read my favorite authors over again, Your up there in my top 4.
Jim
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Anonymousover 6 years agoGreat little story, really enjoyed,needs some work and a little week in places with factual discrepancies,otherwise pretty decent, look forward to reading more,THANKS.5*****.
Bo47over 7 years agoMost folks don't know how close is too close in a tense situation. Long, long ago in a faraway land, I received some self defense training. Some of the first classes covered how to not need violence to defend your self. One of the things taught was how close you can be and still get hit, grabbed, or otherwise molested. Most people get nervous whenever someone gets in their 'personal space' about 3 feet for strangers. Someone within 6 feet can grab, hit, take a can of your choice out of your hand before you can react, unless you have your finger on the trigger and are all tensed up to squeeze one off RIGHT F--- NOW. Even then he will reach you unless you get a center of forehead shot, body shots just ant good enough when he is that close and armed with a knife or tire iron. So yes, a man with average or better reflexes could have taken the can.
