Old South Trailer Court Ch. 03

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS.

After Ruth drained Randy's balls she lay beside him and smiled.

"What's so funny?" Randy asked.

"Oh, I was thinking of what my momma usta say about kids, she said,' keep their bellies full and their diapers empty.' I think I found a Plan B!" She laughed softly and felt Randy's abdomen and chest with her fingers. "I want you in my ass later," she whispered and kissed him lightly.

"Where'd that come from!" Randy looked surprised.

"I think I become a pervert lately," she felt his face, "but I gotta get up and go to work. You can have your car if you need it."

"Naaah, the shop is just down the street, and your bus ride eats shit big time. Once we get outta this shithole we'll work on getting you some decent wheels," he assured her.

When Randy came home for lunch he found a note stuck in the trailer door. He unfolded the paper and read, "Randy, can you come over, I want to talk to you about fixing a car we got for Gaynelle. Sandy." Sandy was his neighbor next door, Gaynelle was Sandy's Goth daughter.

Randy walked across the lot and knocked on Sandy's door. "Who is it?" He heard Sandy's voice.

"It's me, Randy," he shouted.

"Come in, doors open!" She called back.

Randy opened the door, stepped inside, and let his eyes adjust to the dark. He heard grunting and muted tones but couldn't see anyone till the light revealed Sandy on the sofa with Gaynelle's boyfriend fucking her from behind. "Want me to come back later?" Randy suggested.

"Sit down baby, Eddie's almost done, I can feel him, oh yes!" She groaned. When Eddie pulled out he nodded howdy-do at Randy, and Sandy said, "Whew! It's too hot to fuck but sometimes you feel like a nut!", and pulled her tee shirt down over her ass.

"So whazzup with Gaynelle's car?" Randy asked. Eddie wandered off to the back of the trailer, to pee, Randy guessed.

"Baby, we got her an old piece of crap, for what the guy owed my husband, but it don't run very good. And we was wondering if you could look at it, to gimme an idea if it's worth fucking with," she said.

"Where is the car?" Randy asked.

"Eddie's gonna get a friend to tow it over, later," she replied, and wiped a stream of cum off her leg with the hem of the tee shirt. Then whispered, "Eddie's a worthless fuck but he's all I got at the moment. When I'm ready to crawl the wall from horniness he's enough. I'm thinking what I need is a friend who's handy. Mmm a handyman is just what I need."

"I'll come over after work, does that work for you?" He suggested.

Sandy looked him in the eyes and said, "Sure, baby."

At quitting time Randy was headed out of the garage when Audrey, the Jewish bookkeeper, stopped him, "Care for a lift home?"

"Thanks, yes," he said.

The guys in the garage treated Audrey like she was a piece of the furniture, she wasn't flirty or gorgeous or 'hot', she was short and chubby and her long hair looked kinda ratty. She didn't wear much makeup, either. She wasn't a slave to fashion. But she was pleasant and quiet and didn't go out of her way to make trouble when the crew screwed up the paperwork. She fixed it, and saved the reminders for the weekly shop meeting. Randy guessed she was, oh, twenty-something, closer to something than twenty.

Out in the car, an old Saturn, she cranked up the air conditioning and suggested, "Roll down the window till it cools a little. You gotta place at the trailer park, right?"

"Yep," he replied, "I'm staying with my mom for a while."

"I see," she said. "Look, I was wondering if you'd like to go out sometime, you ain't married are yuh?"

"No," he said.

"Got a girlfriend?" She continued.

"No," he said.

"You gay? It's the last question, I swear!" She was uncomfortable but determined.

"No," he said. "My lot is #23."

Audrey stopped in front of his trailer. "You wanna go out?"

"Sure, but I'll hafta get back with you; my mom uses my car a lot," he said.

"That's cool, you wanna think about it for a while and maybe lemme know what we could do?" She asked.

"Yeah, that works for me. And thanks for the lift!" He said.

"Not a problem," she replied. "See yuh tomorrow, then?"

"Bright and early!" He said.

"OK, bye!" She said.

Randy spotted the old car immediately, Sandy was right about it being a piece of crap. A twenty year old Ford. The gang was outside waiting for Randy's verdict, Sandy handed him the keys. The Ford remained mute and still when he turned the key, so he popped the hood and took a look. The battery was crapped up bad, the rest didn't look any better.

Randy went inside his trailer to fetch his car keys. Back outside he opened the trunk of his car, pulled out an emergency roadside battery pack, and connected it to the Ford after he cleaned its battery terminals. The gang watched as if he was doing brain surgery. When the battery terminals were cleaner he connected the battery pack and tried to start the car. The engine turned over but didn't start. The gas gauge read EMPTY. "It needs gas," he told Sandy, "Got a gas can?"

Sandy barked at Eddie, "Go get a gas can."

Eddie borrowed a gas can, bought a gallon of gas, and Randy got the old Ford running sorta; the car belched and stalled and spit and smoked and stalled some more but it was fair to say the Ford 'ran.' And when it was dark outside, and there was little to gain from more futzing with the beast, Randy called it a day. "So what do you think?" She asked Randy for the bottomline.

'If it was mine I'd trade it in, but if you keep it, it needs a tuneup and a new battery and cables, at the least. Call it three-hundred dollars," he estimated.

"We can't afford three-hundred dollars!" Sandy protested.

"Cars are expensive to keep running," Randy stressed.

After supper Randy jumped in the shower and was scrubbing himself when Ruth came in for something, pulled back the shower curtain, frenched him and groped his package. "Keep it up and I'm gonna pull you in here and put a little soap where it will do some real good!" He whispered.

"Like I usta do you, huh?" She said.

"Uh, that ain't what I was thinking," he smiled.

"Well what other place is there for soap?" She seemed puzzled.

He smiled back at her, "Payback is Hell, woman!

"Then is spose I better get outta here, huh?" She winked.

After Randy dried and hiked up his boxers he left the bathroom and noticed that all the lights were out except for the bedroom. In the bedroom Ruth was on the bed wearing a new nightie.

"Mmm yummy, "Randy said.

"You like it, really?" She asked.

"Have you ever known me to lie to you?" He feigned hurt feelings.

"Um, yes, plenty of times," she stuck her tongue out at him.

"Well I changed, you look beautiful!" He said, crawling into bed. He switched the light off and she snuggled against him.

She was silent for a while then spoke, "Do you think what we're doing is really awful?" She asked.

"Well I suppose some folks think it is," he said. "But what do you think?" She persisted.

"What I think is you need to stop feeling guilty," he said. Ruth snuggled closer. "But I feel like I'm cheatin you out of a life," she said, "I know people wonder about you not going out and such."

"I don't care if they think I'm a queer rooster, it ain't none of their business," he replied.

"But what if I get pregnant," Randy didn't let her finish.

"Are you?" He asked.

"Maybe," she said. "Would you hate me if I was?" "No, what kinda dum question is that?" He switched the light on and frowned at her.

"Well I feel like I saddled you with something I had no business doing," she looked afraid.

"Then remind to beat you in the morning. Don't you have bigger fish to fry and that?" He asked.

"Don't you ever worry about anything?" She demanded to know.

"Sure I do, I wondered all day if I was gonna get a piece of tail tonight," he said, nuzzling her neck.

"Talking like that you ought not get any," she said.

"First time I ever heard you complain about dirty talk!" He snapped back.

"That ain't dirty, that's crude," she protested. "So what am I gonna do?"

"About what?" He seemed clueless.

"About you know what," she didn't want to say the word.

"I'll be good to go however you decide," he said.

"Even if I keep it?" She asked.

"What's this IT stuff? You make it sound like we're talking about a kitten or puppy," he said.

Ruth turned over and pushed her back against Randy. "Turn off the light," she whispered. "There's tube of KY in the top drawer."