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Click here"Did we go off and leave it unlocked?" he asked as he set the bags down on the counter.
She breezily replied, "No, I used your spare key today when I explored the grounds and forgot to put it back, so I let us in."
Chris played mule for the next twenty minutes, while Jo dealt the things he brought in and put them away. After everything was inside, he helped put it away, according to Jo's organizational plan
By nine-thirty the kitchen was as well organized as his mother's, which was saying something. Jo put her hands on her hips, looked around, and asked, "Well, what do you think?"
"It looks great, and your organization makes sense to me; I think I'll actually be able to find things. Thank you!"
Jo gave him an indefinable look, tilted her head, and asked, "What would you think of a mug of hot chocolate before we go to bed?"
Although he was nearing exhaustion, he thought that was a splendid idea. He got out the milk; she mixed the chocolate in, microwaved it for a short time, and added miniature marshmallows. He sat on a barstool; she sat on another, and they sipped their hot drinks in companionable silence.
Jo was sitting across the bar looking out the window over the sink. She appeared focused on the lights outside, so Chris chanced a long look at her.
The recessed spotlights gleamed off her hair, creating a golden aura around her face. Lost in thought, she sipped her hot chocolate and stared out the window while he stared at her. Her delicate facial features sat atop a slender neck and perfectly proportioned shoulders. The loose-fitting hoodies she wore each day did a good job of hiding her breasts, yet there were hints of the substance beneath.
The faded, tight jeans, however, hid nothing below her hips: a flat stomach and high, tight, round rump was perched atop shapely stems, which ended in small ankles and feet. Her toes, normally nothing Chris would notice, were perfectly formed and positioned, and the toenails were painted pale blue with silver sparkles.
The best one-word description he could come upon was "adorable", but that did not seem to do justice to her head-to-toe perfection.
He wanted to turn her lovely face to him and superimpose Marquardt's Golden Ratio Mask over it; just as it had fit Grace Kelly perfectly, he was certain it would fit Jo.
Perhaps he held his gaze too long, or held his breath too long, but she broke her reverie, turned to him, and solemnly asked, "Why are you looking at me that way, Chris?"
He wanted to tell her the truth, but there was a good chance she would react badly and he didn't want her to leave. He gave her a big smile and sung, "you ain't bad for a country girl, all tight in your faded jeans."
"Are you flirting with me, Mr. Alexander?" she asked with faux disbelief, hand over her heart like the southern belle whose persona she assumed at will.
He chuckled, "No, Miss Kennedy, merely rendering an informed opinion."
- COMMENTS
Mbrown05254 months agoLove your attention to detail in your stories. It’s the small stuff from mentioning old mines road in south Texas in another story to Hulen st in this story. The pancake place you mentioned in this story is the Ole south off of University. Like I said, love your attention to detail. Keep up the great work. Hope you keep writing for a long time to come.
ScottishTexanalmost 2 years agoROFLMAO. 😆 🤣 😂
In spite of the fact that this leans heavily on the Country & Western music scene and I'm a Rock-n-Roll guy, I can see where you're going to reel me in on this one. I'm a Chris Alexander personality type who rescues damsels in distress. I think that it's something that is drilled into the genteel Confederate Sons from birth by their parents.
I did take exception to the way that you portray truck drivers however. If you had limited it to being one single guy acting that way, I would have given you a pass. But you more or less portrayed every driver in the Flying J as a crass lecherous slob. I used to drive 18 wheelers and I'm offended. There's actually an organization of truck drivers that are combating human trafficking and the abuse of young women. But I guess that the last time that you stopped by the Flying J at I-30 exit 4 just outside of Texarkana you didn't notice their posters.
That being said, as a commercial driver, I'm very well versed in the locations visited in this story. If there's one thing that I really enjoy while reading, it is being able to immediately picture in my head the locations written about. I've been over 90% of everything east of the Mississippi River. I've set foot in 38 of the Continental States. There's only 8 states in the far Northwest and 2 in the far Northeast that I have never seen. Texas I know quite intimately and can drive to most locations without any mapping aids at all. So it was indeed a pleasure to read about the trip as it unfolded.
You posted the conclusion a few weeks ago, so I look forward to reading this entire story in a single session. I gave you a 5/5 for this installment in spite of its shortcomings.
