3 comments/ 4156 views/ 0 favorites Maxine's New Life Ch. 05 By: carniegirl The damn phone rang at 6 AM. I wanted to ignore it, but Marty was all over it. I mean this was an adventure to Marty. He didn't understand that it was just a job to me. I was going to work like hell not to pee on his parade, but there were no guarantees. I doubted that I could ever make myself believe that it was the trip of a lifetime for me. Marty went to arrange for the pickup of the bikes while I took a shower. I spent ten minutes scrubbing my ass and my hair. After that shower, I took a look at my pile of clothes. I had clean panties, but nothing else at all was clean. I had often worn the same fatigues for several days when we were running a convoy in the mountains, but never had I taken a hot shower and put on dirty clothes. It had always been wake up dirty and just start a new day. It was all part of the 'Play It as It Lays' philosophy of the field. I smiled into the mirror and thought I have only been a year away from it, yet here I am turning my nose up at clothes that had only been worn one previous day. I felt as though it was going to be a long way to California. When I opened the bathroom door, Marty was pacing. "Take it easy, Marty, we don't have a schedule to keep." I said with a smile and hoped he understood that it was all in fun. "I know, I just can't wait to get going. This is like my one last great adventure." he said. "Then damn it, don't rush through it. It's going to be over too soon anyway, so just let it happen. Don't try to make it happen. You set it in motion, now let it have a life of its own." I suggested He looked out the motel's second story window at the view of the parking lot. "How come I'm twenty years older and you are smarter?" "Because you are really thirty years older, and I'm a woman. That math works out so that I'm still more mature." I broke up laughing and so did Marty. "I'm not seventy yet," he stopped and seemed to be lost in thought a second, then added, "But it won't be long for sure, this is the last great adventure of my life. I just can't wait." "No, there is one more big adventure. You still have to transition." He looked confused but for only a second. "Into what?" he asked. "I have no idea, but it is into something. I have to believe that," I replied. "Yes, I guess we all do." he agreed. He looked lost again, so I said, "But if we don't get a move on, they might charge us for another day." He smiled broadly and began carrying things to the motel storeroom. From that locked room, the manager/owner allowed us to recover the bikes and small trailers. After all of Marty's rush to get started, I was surprised to see him pull into a roadside diner only a hundred clicks or so from the motel. I pulled into the same automobile parking space he occupied. "What's up?" I asked, once I got the lightweight motorcycle helmet off. "Breakfast, One thing I learned working on the farm all those years, was that you pack carbs and protein first thing in the morning. Lunch is light and cool, but breakfast and dinner you have to pack it in to stay energized." "Marty, we ain't plowing, you know." I could see my diet going all to hell. "If you don't do like I tell you, then you are going to be sorry," he flashed that knowing grandfather smile on me. "What'll you have?" the waitress with the really badly bleached hair asked. "I want eggs, sausage, grits, toast, and lots of coffee," Marty said. "Me, I want eggs, sausage, hash browns, and toast." I smiled over at Marty. Might as well at least start out playing along. It took about twenty minutes to eat and drink three cups of coffee. I went to the ladies room before we left, but I knew that coffee would be coming out for hours. Once we finished breakfast and Marty paid the bill, we went into the parking lot. The bikes started right up, so I followed Marty out of the parking lot. He turned us away from Myrtle Beach proper. We were between towns when I could wait no longer. I squeezed the black rubber forced air powered horn. It was loud enough so that it caught Marty's attention. He slowed enough so that I could pull up beside him. I motioned for him to stop. "What?" he asked. "Wait right here, I have to pee. Too much coffee." I set the kickstand and walked from the highway into the woods. Yes, I know how to pee with my pants, more or less, on. Too bad women can't pee standing up. I personally have had all kinds of rashes from the nature around me. Everything from flea bites to oily plants that create mild rashes on the skin. We won't even discuss yeast infections. In twenty-two years, I had peed in the woods more than a few times, so I didn't blink an eye, when I walked into the woods. Marty just smiled when I returned. He was all pleased as if he personally had something to do with it. Marty's route took us a little inland. We rode about five hours then stopped at a convenience store for microwave sandwiches. There isn't anything that won't kill you, much faster than those damn sandwiches from the refrigerator section, especially after they have been heated in a microwave oven. I knew then what Marty meant about packing in food in the morning and again when we stopped for the night. Food on the road was terrible. I decided right then that I was going to try to go with fruit and peanut butter crackers for lunch. Hell, maybe even a candy bar for a treat. During the afternoon, I saw some beautiful scenery as we rode along the back roads of South Carolina. We tried to stay on main roads, but not controlled highways. It was a challenge, but fortunately that's what GPS does best. When we finally pulled into an 80 year old concrete block motel outside Hamptonville, SC, it was after five PM and I was worn to a frazzle. We checked in and then emptied the trailers into our room. The one room had worked out so well, that we decided to just go with it. Marty was so cute trying to talk me into it without sounding like a dirty old man. Hell, if he had been a dirty old man, it might have appealed to me even more. Not that it didn't already appeal to me, since I would be a better bodyguard if I was actually in sight of the body, which I was supposed to guard. Once the trailers were empty, we rode the bikes to the nearby Wal-Mart store. I bought a clean black knit top. I figured it would fare better than the gray I had been wearing. I also bought a five pack of cheap panties. My biggest item to go into the buggy was not a new pair of jeans, since I figured the ones I had on were good for a couple of more days, but a giant can of spray deodorant. Not very ladylike I know, but alas, I am who I am. That's pretty much how the next week went. Everyday I thought that either Marty or I, was ready to quit, but we somehow managed to stay at it. Marty wanted to stop along the way to visit places he had read about. Most of it was tourist crap, but he also had a list of places recommended by other members of his bike forum on the Internet. We hit a small Louisiana town during some festival or other. There was a giant fair, all the beer one could drink and fish stew one could eat for ten bucks a head. It was great fun, and afterwards, we walked to the motel and fell into bed, actually into the same bed. It was embarrassing to wake up in bed with Marty. Even more so, since he had and erection and it was pointed right to my ass. I didn't know what to do at first. I mean, first I had to decide what I wanted him to do with that thing. Before I could decide, he rolled over and away from me, damn it. He had no idea why I was irritable all morning. It was definitely the wrong day for smart ass farm boys to fuck with me. But, unfortunately there was no one to tell them that. It was a quiet back country Louisiana road where it all happened. First of all, it was one fancy sports sedan that pulled up beside us. In a loud voice, the kid behind the wheel yelled, "What the hell you doing on that bicycle. Don't you know you ain't no kid." Now I could have pulled out my piece and shot him in the forehead, or I could have not bothered to look up at all. The first would have been messy, and I would have had to hide the body, at least until we could get out of the area. The second just didn't seem like any fun at all, so what I did was smile pretty and toss him the single digit salute. I also broke into gales of intense laughter at his expense. I realized instantly that I had just screwed up. That farm boy would have gone away harmlessly, if I had just ignored him. My job was to protect Marty not get some kid pissed off at us both. "Hey old man, you better get control of your daughter," the strapping blonde teenager said. "She ain't my daughter," Marty said, as he to gave the kid the universal signal for trying to hitchhike with a helicopter. The kid pulled the sports sedan across the road cutting us off. We probably could have ridden around him, but I preferred to face him head on. Head on seemed more advisable than having someone do a bowling alley thing on us from behind. I didn't think Marty and I would fare too well as the pins with that sports sedan being the ball. He jumped out of the sedan and ran around to get in Marty's face. Marty smiled sweetly toward me. He might have tried to fight any other time, but he knew better. He was apt to be shot by mistake, so he backed off. He did point toward me. The roughneck kid turned to look. He found himself staring down the barrel of that snub nosed hammerless .38. "What the hell?" he truly was mystified. He had to be wondering, how in the hell an old man and middle-aged bitch could have gotten the upper hand on him. I mean he was obviously so much smarter and so better looking, and in so much better shape than us, it just made no sense at all. He was still wondering, when Marty said, "Now are we going to have to murder you and hide your body in the woods, or are you going to be a good little boy and head off home?" The kid looked at Marty, then looked at me, then at the .38, and said, "I'll be headed home." "Good for you." Marty turned his attention to me. "Let him go, Max." I nodded, but only because I didn't want to dig a grave in the middle of the day. The kid was in the car and out of there in a matter of secondss. "You know, he is headed home for a shotgun? He is going to be waiting up there to save his boyish pride." I was absolutely sure that I was right about the kid. "Yeah, so what do you suggest?" "Call the local sheriff and have him send us a tow truck. We don't want a deputy, not with me hauling around this .38 and us riding on what might or might not be legal bikes." "Good point." Marty said. We went to ground and waited thirty minutes for the tow truck. Marty instructed the driver to take us to a motel in town. On the way out of the country lane, I saw the kid's sports sedan parked just off the road in a driveway. He had been waiting for us just like I thought, or maybe not, Marty and I would never know for sure. Marty saw it at the same time I did. "You know we could have been in a world of shit, you and me. Those bikes are probably not legal and that pistol of yours would most likely land you in jail. Calling this tow truck was just brilliant." "No, brilliant would have been calling some bad ass biker gang to kick him in the head. Too bad we don't know anybody like that," I said. "The trip has just begun," Marty said in reply. Marty was also wearing a huge smile. He was having the time of his life and why wouldn't he be. Marty was doing exactly what he wanted to do, and had the company of a woman 25 years younger and of questionable morals. Marty was living every old man's dream. While you are riding a frail bicycle, you tend to keep your eyes on the road. At least I did, what with the threat of squirrels and rabbits throwing my ass in a ditch filled with water on the side of the road. With that threat removed, I was able to take a better look at the plants growing along the cracked blacktop. There were beautiful old trees with Spanish Moss hanging everywhere. If those trees had been white, they would have looked like a young woman in a bridal gown. That moss was just flat gorgeous. I also noticed the sun, more than just the heat waves rising from the asphalt. The sun was so bright that everything looked clean. It was as if the sun had burned off all the red dirt covering everything. The truth is the dirt was just baked hard like a clay pot, but that's not how it looked at that moment. The two Workman bikes were tied carefully to the tilting flatbed truck. It was the kind of flat bed commonly used to tow cars. The three of us lifted the bikes onto the flatbed, so he had very little work to do. I didn't expect that he would be giving Marty any discount though. I forced the driver to stop on the way out to the main road. We were about to pass a thousand year old country store. It was the kind you see in movies like 'Deliverance'. I wanted to at least buy a Coke in a place like that once more in my life. My dad had been a bird hunter in the south when I was growing up. I was a bit of a tomboy, you reckon, so I had been out with him plenty of times. I didn't realize how much I had missed the rural south until that moment. I don't even know what caused it, but my youth just came crashing down on me. It was like the old crack in the dam trick. It's a trickle, then a flood of memories. I could see my dad, as he would have been at my present age, standing on the sagging porch of that half rotten frame building wearing mustard colored hunting clothes. The big twill pants held up with suspenders and the giant coat with big pockets for the quail he shot. It made me want to cry. And all those sights came pouring in because of an old rundown country store. The woman in the store wasn't nearly old enough to be a good fit with the store; she was just too damn young. Hell, she was younger than me. "This is a neat old place you have here," I said. "Thank you, I have a lot of trouble keeping it this way. My husband wants to fill the place with the latest stuff to try to improve the profits, but I tell him this is my hobby, not my profession." "Good for you," I said. "We need places like this to show the kids how it really was back in the day." I didn't just say it, I meant it. "Me and the old man over there are on a bicycle trip cross country. We had a bit of trouble back there and had to call the wrecker here to get us out." "Could I go look at your bicycles. My son is 11. He is in the house playing video games. I sure would love to show him the bikes to." "I don't see any reason why not," I said, looking across the store at a very restless Marty. He was antsy about something, but I didn't know what. "You run get your son and we will pull the bikes down for him to get a good look at." After she left the store, I walked over to Marty. Come on we are going to give the locals a demonstration of the bikes." "Why?" he asked. "You told me this whole thing wasn't just about your ego; it was about promoting these things as alternate transportation for the poor." "Well, it is," he said. He knew he had been snookered. "Well, I doubt you are going to find anyone any poorer than these folks." "What about him," Marty said, nodding to the driver. "Marty, have you ever seen anyone ride one of these and want to quit?" Marty just smiled. Once we got the bikes down, the driver rode one and Marty rode the other. I talked to the store owner and her son. The exhibition was supposed to be a couple of minutes, but it ran almost thirty because people kept showing up from nowhere. Several of them rode the bikes and got the information on building one themselves. When we were back on the road to town, Marty said, "We need to set up a dealership and have you ride around doing demos." "Hell, Marty, I'll drive her around and help." The tow truck driver was a big, big fan suddenly. Unfortunately, he had to drop us at the Sheriff's office. The bikes bothered me and so did the pistol. "Miss Maxine, if you trust me, you can leave that piece with me. My shop is right down the street. When you finish here, just stop by. Don't worry, I know you can kick my ass, I ain't planning to steal it." "Thanks, Eddie, I'll owe you one." "Max, I would rather you owe me one, than ten other women give me one," he said, with a giggle like a schoolgirl. The man who came from the small brick Sheriff's substation was a sergeant. "Which one of you is Marty Southland?" he asked. "I am," Marty said quietly. "Got somethin' for you," he said handing Marty a box. Once Marty opened the box, he removed a Deputy's hat. He put the hat on then turned to me. "So how do I look, Max?" "You look great, so are you a deputy now?" "He is, Ma'am, anything ya'll need just let us know." There wasn't a lot of hoopla to the ceremony and there wasn't supposed to be. Marty had somehow managed to bribe the local Sheriff without ever meeting him, which was just fine with me. It just amazed me the things one could do with a smart phone, and of course, a boatload of money. "So how long do you want to stay here?" I asked. Once we were checked into the motel. "Oh, I'm ready to go anytime." "Come on, you already paid to stay, we might as well get your money's worth." "Max, you are not going to be a snob with me you bitch. I worked from sunup till sundown in the blazing sun growing tobacco on my daddy's farm till I went to college. In college, when other kids were building bonfires, I was learning to improve the strain of tobacco. Now I am no longer growing that shit, I throw my money around. God knows Teddy don't need my money. I made sure he had his own long ago. So yeah I make my life a little easier," "Little my ass," I interjected. "Okay, a lot easier, I don't see you giving the money back." "Get this straight, big guy. You hire me to do a job, you don't buy me, and you can't pay me enough to do it anything less than my best. You meet my price and you get the best I can do period." "But if I gave you a fifty thousand dollar bonus, would you give it back?" That took the wind out of my sails. I swallowed hard and said, "Don't do that unless you want to have your last illusion shattered." I flashed him a knowing smile that could have meant anything and dropped it. We were back on the road in dirty jeans the next day, just as if nothing had happened. As a matter of fact, we were back on the road four more days just exactly the same. The landscape turned from lush to dry and still we moved west. The bike I rode began to act hinky. I told Marty something was wrong with his toy, but he didn't want to believe it. When the engine died 15 miles outside of Abilene, Texas, he had no choice. First he went off on me with that fucking man thing. Screaming at me that I must have done something to it. I let him blow off steam for what seemed like half an hour, before I said. "Sure, Marty I pissed in the gas tank. The fucking motor is locked up. It ain't like there is some magic touch you have to resurrect it by laying hands on it. That fucking motor is toast. Make a call on your magic phone and let's get the hell out of this Texas sun." After he ranted about me trying to tell him what to do, he made the call. They sent a furniture van to pick us up. "What kind of tow company uses a covered furniture van to move cars?" "One that has the Rolls Royce tow contract," Marty replied. "Why the hell did you call them?" I asked. "The owner builds and rides these bikes. Not the kind I build, but he builds motorized bikes. Come on, I'm sure we will get to see his." Sure enough the unmarked furniture van pulled into what had once been a used car dealer's lot. The driver expertly backed it into on of the bays. "Steve, damn man, you look younger in person." Marty said, with a bigger voice than I had heard in the last couple of days. Meeting Steve was already a positive for him. Maxine's New Life Ch. 05 "Damn, Marty, I have been dying to meet you and see these bikes. This trip of yours is the talk of the forum." He suddenly turned his attention to me. "Geeze, you are beautiful as hell, Max. God, if I sell this place and roll out a couple of bikes, will you make the trip back from California with me." I just grinned. I knew when to keep my mouth shut. I looked around the shop, while they talked about bikes in general. Of course, when Marty told the country store story, it was all his idea. I grinned to myself, since I knew it was just the way men's brains work. By that time, he actually believed that it had been his idea. I walked around looking into everything for almost half an hour while Marty made plans. "Okay, Max, here is the plan. Steve has a rental car on the way for us to use for a few days. We are going to be here until both bikes are redone. In this case, redone means the mounts checked and all the bearings replaced. I have two new motors on the way over from the Honda warehouse. I figures two days downtime, starting tomorrow. So anything you want to do, take the rental car. I'll be here in the shop most of the time." Now even I knew it wasn't going to take two days to switch out those little 50cc motors, but what the hell, I could get a couple of good meals and maybe even get laid. Since we didn't have to worry about storing the bikes, we checked into a really nice motel. Without luggage, we were a little suspect. Once they checked Marty's credit rating that ended quickly. We had the run of the place, which suited me just fine. After I went shopping, I stopped in the lounge for more than one drink that afternoon. Marty and I had a really nice dinner in the lounge after he got everything organized at the shop. Bedtime wasn't as early as usual, but we still went back to the room together. We hadn't gotten past the buddy stage of our relationship, so we slept in separate beds again that night. For a couple of hours on my first full day in Abilene, I lay by the pool drinking fruit things laced with rum. Unfortunately, I bore easily; the wives and kiddie club just didn't do it for me. After lunch, I moved on to the lounge which was just as boring as the pool bar. I was giving serious thought to a nap when I met Mark. "Hello, beautiful lady," he said to me. I didn't even look around. I knew he was about to hustle me, or rather attempt to hustle me. "Oh, I'm sorry, you have me mistaken for my sister. She is the beautiful one, I am the tomboy." Now he couldn't say that he hadn't been warned. "No, no, it is you I see and I see beauty." "That is sweet," I replied. "Would you do me the honor of having lunch with me?" Here is where I really had to make a decision. Was he a kid who hadn't had a meal in a week and truly was in need or was he just a con trying to play me? He was dressed way to slick to be a kid down on his luck, so he was a con man. The trick when one plays with con men, is to one up them. Of course, it also helps if you are physically able to kick their ass. I figured I could do that no problem. Mark was a pretty boy. He most likely had thousands of dollars worth of dental work to protect. "I really shouldn't, but this place is so boring." Well it was boring, otherwise I wouldn't have bothered with Mark at all. "Oh well, if not this restaurant, where would you like to go?" he asked. "I'm a stranger here, so you will have to decide. Something local, I think. I really don't care for cold shrimp in a bowl for lunch." If I left him with a bill he couldn't pay, I wanted some good old boy to rearrange his features, not some judge to slap him on the wrist. "I know just the place," Mark suggested. I smiled demurely. Okay, I smiled as demurely as possible; after all, we are talking about me here. Of course, his car was parked several blocks away. If my car was in the garage, it would be so much easier, according to him. "It's not a problem," I told him. "I actually prefer to drive." If I was going to leave him with the bill, I also wanted to leave him no way to get away. Mark was about 25 years old. Someone had mistakenly told all the worst con men in the world that middle-aged ladies just fell all over young studs. Well, maybe some middle-aged ladies did. Hell, I might if the young stud was a pretty blonde coed who had something I hadn't seen before. Don't get me wrong, I prefer men, but men are so much easier to come by. Any woman can dress slutty and go to any college bar in her hometown and get laid. A stiff prick has no taste. The fancy Tex Mex restaurant had been written up in several magazines. I learned that from the cover of the menu. The owner had also been part of the top chef TV series. All that was supposed to justify fifteen bucks for a bowl of chili. I ordered about a hundred bucks worth of food, and so did Mark. I was looking forward to the end game here. Just before dessert came, I excused myself. "Little girl's room you know," I told Mark. Then I walked to the car and drove away. As I left the parking lot, I wondered if I could get a copy of the surveillance tape. It should be a great show. I was back at the motel watching TV when Marty and Steve arrived to take me to dinner. I expected to listen to them talk motors and motorbikes for the next four or five hours, but I didn't mind. I had nothing to contribute, there was nothing I wanted to learn, but I did genuinely like both of them. Steve, I knew only slightly, but he really seemed interested in our trip and Marty's welfare. From what I could learn by listening, and what I could remember from riding the beast, the drive system was actually two different parts. One part was the Honda engine, of course. The Honda engine was about three times more expensive than the Chinese knock off of it. Whether it was worth the extra money depended on which one of them you listened to at that moment. Since the Honda had failed on me, I wouldn't have paid for another one and I made my opinion known, not that I expected either of them to listen to me. The second part, and also the part of mine that was undamaged, was the actual drive wheel assembly. The wheel assembly was really a metal box with a pipe inside about an inch in diameter. It was all roughed up to grip the tire better. The reason for that was that the pipe was tensioned against the tire, so that when the motor turned the pipe, the pipe moved the tire forward. It was probably the simplest way to motorize a bicycle. Steve and his friends said was the least efficient and should be outlawed. Then guys like Marty said the system was simple to build, install, and maintain. If you did your research, you quickly found that the system was ideal. At least, that was according to Marty. The argument went round and round for the first hour we were at the private club. It was the club which Steve belonged to, and it was located on the outskirts of Abilene, Texas. It reminded me too much of the Banker's Club back home. I wasn't miserable, but I also wasn't having much fun. At least not until Steve's wife arrived. Steve's wife was the county prosecutor. Since she had a trial going on, we were forced to wait for court to end for the day before she could head our way. I was irritated at the wait until she arrived. Jo Anne Stevens, wife of Edgar Stevens, was a flat out gorgeous chick by anybody's standards. I mean, women who had obviously never had any part of another woman's body in their mouth stopped talking to watch her walk by. If I had been a man, I would not have been able to stand up for at least ten minutes. I had a feeling there probably were plenty of men in that condition. I mean the woman wore a business suit, the kind lawyers wear to court, but she wasn't wearing it like she wore it to court at all. She wore it with a promise like a stripper might wear it. Sure you know it's a business suit, but dear God, the bitch is beautiful and in the spotlight. You just know that damn thing is coming off. The only question is whether the promise her eyes make you will be kept. Will she be as gorgeous as she promises? Suddenly, the night at the stuffy club was looking up. Sure, I knew she would have to be nice in public, but was that private promise real or just wishful thinking. How the hell did a grease monkey get a woman like Jo Anne Stevens, Assistant District Attorney of Abilene, Texas? After our introduction, I listened carefully to get answers so I wouldn't need to ask questions. Edgar Steve Stevens owned half a dozen different grease monkey type businesses. Three of them were those nationally advertised quick lube things. Those bastards are a license for the owner to steal. The poor bastards doing the work are bare minimum wage guys, while the owner pockets the real cash. Since they pump oil from a 55 gallon barrel, the tax bite isn't always as bad as it could be. In addition to the quick lube joints, he owned the building where Marty's bike was being repaired and the tow business associated with it. He towed all the luxury cars in Abilene. Steve also owned two salvage yards. His salvage was more about scrap than recycling. If you wanted a part from anything on his yard, you had to find it and remove it yourself. Somehow, all of his endeavors made money. Oh course, not the kind of money that Marty made watching TV, but then nobody needed the kind of money Marty made. At least Marty knew enough to keep his finances to himself. We spent another hour at the private club the Stevens family belonged to. After that hour, I was more than ready to move on to dinner. Dinner was at a very fashionable restaurant. I really didn't care much for fancy places, but the others seemed to be very much at home, so I just went with it. "Well, since you don't work tomorrow, Jo Anne, what would you like to do tonight?" her husband asked. "Well, these two have never seen a real Texas dance club and I bet Max there would be a big hit with your friends." She smiled sweetly at me, way too sweetly for comfort. For some reason, it looked as though Jo Anne had taken a dislike to me. Ah well, I thought she was gorgeous, but not so gorgeous that I would kiss her ass just to be a handmaiden. I came within a hair of saying, "I'm tired, you guys go on without me." I'm not quite sure why I didn't, but hell, I have a perverse sense of humor, as well as my flexible sense of right and wrong. So after dinner we went out on the highway to a place that can only be described as a cleaned up cattle barn. Yes, it was like lipstick on a pig, but there were a lot of people packed into the place. Jo Anne and Steve were very good at the line dances and even the Texas Two Step, but Marty and I were just awful at everything. I was having fun watching Marty try to dance with some of the ladies hanging out around the bar. As for me, I was old enough to be left alone by everyone, which suited me just fine. At one point, Marty and I were alone outside getting some air, when I asked, "I wonder why the hell Jo Anne doesn't like me. I had not said ten words when she let me know we were not going to be friends, no matter what." "You mean you really don't know?" Marty asked. "If I knew, I would fix it," I replied. "Don't think you can fix it, but I can tell you what it is. Jo Anne is just blind jealous," I laughed. "Marty look at that woman she is flat gorgeous. No man in his right mind could help but step on his dick around her. Why the hell would she be jealous of me?" "Max, you really don't know?" "Know what?" I asked totally baffled. "Sweetie, that woman can't hold a candle to you. If you don't know that, you are the only person, man or woman, who doesn't. She might light up a room when she walks in, but Max you light up lives. She is a beautiful doll, but you are a beautiful woman." "Come on, Marty, my boobs are too small, and I'm old compared to her." "And none of that makes a bit of difference. I know women think men only think with their prick, and it's true sometimes, but we can also see past a woman's boobs now and then." "You could have fooled me," I replied. "Don't let Jo Anne bother you. We will be gone day after tomorrow. Just put up with her tonight and all will be fine." "Since she is the DA, she is bulletproof, so don't worry, I'll put up with her." It was 2 AM when we got back to our motel. Steve and Jo Anne came up to our room for one last drink. Why she agreed was anyone's guess. I would have expected her to run away. The guys were out trying to find more liquor, when she said, "You are just who you seem to be, aren't you? Just an old country girl who shows you what she is all the time," "Pretty much, but I don't usually show the guys that I swing both ways. It makes them nervous." I was a little drunk, so it came out humorous. "Just for the record, I don't." she said. "I didn't think so, you are way too perfect." "What does that mean?" she asked with a laugh. "Most of us who do are less than perfect. It just helps even the odds up for us." "Bullshit, Max, you should hear what people say about you. Hell, I expected you to be a six foot tall Amazon warrior." "You mean I'm not?" I laughed. "You know, Max, I grew up a sharecropper's daughter." "Daddy worked in a cotton mill," I replied. "Well, I went to school and learned what I needed to know, so that I wouldn't have to go back there." "I joined the military and got away. I swore I would never go back after my mom and dad died. However, I'm back living within ten miles of where I grew up. My daddy bird hunted all over the land where I live now." "I did a bad thing, Max," Jo Anne said. "What did you do?" "I used my office to investigate you. Steve is just so taken with you that I had to be sure he wasn't going to leave me like he did his first wife." "Don't worry, Jo Anne, I don't hang around with married men, but I have to admit I have spent some quality time with a couple of married women. There are a lot more men out there who are easy to get into bed, than there are women." "Then you really do swing both ways?" she asked, amazed. "Yes, I don't think it is because I'm a bit of a tomboy, but I guess it could be a hormonal thing." I actually laughed at that thought. "I think we are always looking for excuses for why we are different." "More likely it's just the sum of your previous experiences that tends to make it alright for you. It might not be alright for me," Jo Anne said. "Ah, it's like shoes. One size doesn't fit all." "But maybe it's time I tried a different style," she suggested. "Those sling back pumps should look good on you," I suggested kissing her gently. Jo Anne wasn't the first woman I had been with, when she first decided to try the dark side. I never thought of it as anything I did. I figured I was just there when the woman made the decision. I felt her much larger, much firmer, breasts pressing against me as my tongue tried to work its way down her throat. Obviously my tongue was not as long as the Mendez brother's cock. Even so it seemed to have the desired effect on Jo Anne. She seemed to be trying desperately to forcer her body inside mine, or maybe to force my body inside hers. With a woman you just never know for sure what she is thinking. She obviously did not know what to do, so I took the lead. I worked my hands under her blouse to massage her back. My hands were rough from the kind of life I lived, but I knew that rough was good when massaging soft skin. "I should stop; your husband and Marty will be back soon," I suggested. "Yes, but not too soon," with that she kissed me. She was demanding as she shifted to sit beside me. I gently spread her legs. I would have spent more time arousing her even though she didn't need it, except that the men would be back soon. I slipped my hand under her skirt all the way to her panties. I moved them out of the way, while I kissed her mouth deep. I was choking her on my tongue while I traced her opening with my short nailed finger tips. I could feel how slippery she was. I knew that she was lubricated for me. If I had been a man, she might now have turned on me, but she felt that I was no threat to her life, so she gave in to it. I didn't mind the second class status, I just wanted to bury my head in her and get lost in the smells and feelings. I knew better, so I worked my finger in and out of her. I curled my finger and massaged the rough skin behind her pubic bone. Jo Anne was clinging to me for dear life while I kissed and massaged her body. She opened her blouse and raised her bra for me. I felt her hard nipples in my mouth. I felt them deep as she tried to gag me with her boob. It was all so erotic that I came without any stimulation at all. It wasn't the best orgasm I ever had, but it was different. I just slipped over some imaginary line and there it was. It wasn't long after that I felt her muscles ripple. Then they began to clench and release as her body squeezed out the orgasms. It was marvelously empowering to feel. She was emotionally shaken from the experience, so I whispered, "Don't let Steve or Marty know. It is something you need time to reconcile." She nodded then said, "God, that was marvelous, and you don't want anything from me, how wonderful." "Who said I don't want anything." I did laugh after I said. When Mitch and Steve made it back with the bottle of Bourbon, Jo Anne was almost asleep. I had a hard time believing that her orgasm was as intense as it seemed to be. She was absolutely out of it. The three of us finished our drinks, then Marty and I helped get Jo Anne into the elevator. Marty went down with them to open the car door, while I went back to our room. Yes, when Marty returned, I was wearing a big smile knowing what I had done. I knew exactly how men felt when they were successful in seducing a beautiful woman. I don't think the feeling of sexual conquest is limited to one sex. Of course, I had never had that thought before. Sure there has always been the older woman preying on the younger men, thing going on. It seemed that I wasn't quite the stereotypical female sexual predator type after all. I didn't get off on younger men. No, for me it was the unattainable man or woman who tripped my trigger. Oh sure, there was the occasional scratch my itch screw, but I did prefer the big score. When Marty came back into the room, I was just drunk enough and just aroused enough to consider man rape. I was pretty sure that I would not need my pistol, but hell, I was about ready for that as well. If I acted logically all the time, I would be the only human being in the world who did. I knew that if I went through with screwing Marty, things would never be the same again, but I really didn't give a shit at that moment. I did let him get the door closed before I closed in on him. Now Marty at the time was a robust 68 year old man. He had beautiful white hair and a reasonably fit body. His main problem sexually was a lowered testosterone level. Age typically does that, I'm told. Being the true bisexual woman that I am, I kissed Marty using just as much tongue as I had used on the forty year younger Jo Anne. It didn't have quite the same effect, but it was close. I expect Jo Anne was getting laid more often than Marty, so maybe their arousal threshold was close after all. Regardless of the reason, Marty turned right on. I could feel his erection press hard against my soft belly. My breasts were still sensitive from the arousal I had felt with Jo Anne. When I followed Marty to the bed, kissing him all the while, I could feel the slippery moisture between my thighs. I had lubricated again. I expected the lubricant to be of some use this time. I worked on Marty's clothes before he sat on the bed. I had his shirt open and his pants unbuttoned, before he dropped to the edge of the bed. I felt his penis in my hand. His penis was just an average size, but that was plenty. This obsession with size among men baffles me. Most of the feeling, in my vagina at least, is at the front. One size feels as good as another at that point. The small additional feelings from an over sized prick are usually somewhat uncomfortable. Maybe some women experience it differently; I'm just explaining how I feel. Maxine's New Life Ch. 05 Marty's erection just stayed at the almost hard enough to screw, but not quite, point. I knew from some of the other men I had been with over the years that his cock would just fold up at its current state of arousal. I knew Marty was turned on; his penis just wasn't quite hard enough. I didn't give it a second thought as I lowered my head to capture his penis in my mouth. I began to nurse on the head of his penis as a child nurses on his mother's nipple. I sucked demandingly on it and used the flat of my tongue to massage it. Children mash their mother's nipple with their tongue to express the milk. I did the same with Marty's penis. It took a long time but eventually I felt him stiffen and then begin to drive his penis toward my throat. I was still protective of my throat, so I moved my mouth up and own his shaft, all the while keeping pressure on the head of his penis. I felt him stiffen and knew he was ready. I prepared myself for his semen by relaxing my throat to make it easier to swallow it. When it came it was warm and sticky. Semen covers and coats everything it touches. Some women find that annoying, I find it an excuse for a really stiff drink. By the time I finished that stiff drink, Marty, bless him, was breathing deeply. My body was screaming for release. I know with women it is supposed to be emotional, but now and then it is purely physical. That was one of those times. I needed a cock and didn't really care whose it was. It was probably a good thing that everything was closed. I really didn't want to walk the street or go knocking on doors, so I began looking for something to substitute for cock. I found it in Marty's flashlight. While Marty slept peacefully beside me, I used the flashlight for something I doubt the manufacturer covered in his directions. I was already lubricated, so it took very little additional stimulation to dilate my muscles enough to work the slightly larger flashlight inside me. My public bone had to move just a little to fit the light inside, but I went slowly until I had four or five inches inside. At that point I began to move it in and out. I stopped every few strokes to massage my clit. I was so high that when I saw Marty watching me, I had a screaming orgasm for him to watch. My muscles clamped painfully around the hard plastic flashlight. I felt as though I was screaming, but I don't think the noise was as loud as I imagined. I know it sent my nervous system into overload. I lay on the bed shaking, unable to regain control of myself. I was in awful shape when Marty bent over and kissed me. He wrapped me in his arms and held me until I regained control. "Do you want me to take it out?" he asked. He was referring to the flashlight still embedded in my vagina. "No, I better do it." I expected it to hurt coming out. I was surprised to find that my muscles had dilated enough so that it easily slipped out. I sighed deeply and then just fell sound asleep with no warning. I have no idea what Marty did at that point. When I awoke the next morning, Marty was gone. I was just as glad, I really did not want to have a conversation with any of them. Morning after conversations are always the pits. People are either embarrassed or strutting around like barnyard roosters, both are a pain in my opinion. I walked down to the dining room and had a large breakfast. After breakfast, I went for a long run on the beach. I had been living the good life for a couple of days and felt guilty about it. Since I had bought a new pair of jeans, I had cut my last pair off for shorts. Why not, we were going to be leaving the next day. There wasn't room in the trailer for extra clothes, so it was wear them and toss them. I really didn't mind since they were just Wal-Mart jeans at ten bucks a pop. Even better was the fact that I wasn't paying for them. After my run, I sat around the pool for a while, but I was quickly getting bored with the families there. Since it was Saturday, it was even worse than usual. All those guys who were in town on business were not working, so they were sitting around hitting on every woman out there. It was just a matter of time before one of the women came running back with her linebacker husband. That might be worth hanging around to see, but even that was likely to be nothing but posturing. You know one of those "I'll kick your ass ... No, damn it, I'll kick your ass..." back and forth, until someone comes along to give them a way out. Men are so predictable. Well, they are until they aren't and then someone dies. So I marched my ass up to the room, took a shower, put on my clean jeans and the new black lightweight sweatshirt with the short sleeves, and got a cab to Steve's shop. Marty was watching another man weld when I marched my ass up to him. "Hey you," I said shortly. Screw a girl to death then run out on her. Now that ain't nice." I made sure to say it loud enough for everyone to hear. My only regret was that Steve was not in the area." "Hey, I left you cab fare, what more could you expect." He moved over and kissed me. I let him that one time. It was good for his ego and made me feel like a social worker. "You gonna have these things ready to go by tonight?" "Oh yes and, Max, these are going to scream. I junked those Honda motors and got some really bitchin' motors." "That part is up to you. My part is to keep you alive till we get to California." Then I whispered, "But last night will not happen again." "It doesn't have to, but it did have to happen once. If you know what I mean." "I know," I replied, "So take me to lunch." "Fair enough," he said. After lunch, I hung out by the pool again and watched the men and women all posing for each other. It was interesting only in that I read most of a mystery novel to pass the time. The people at the pool were more like the commercials in a TV show, something to give my mind a rest now and then. "You all rested up, Max?" The question came from the much younger and more beautiful Jo Anne Stevens. She was standing over me with a drink in each hand. "Well, hello," I said, accepting the drink. "Yes, I am all rested and ready to get back on the road. How about you, are you okay?" I didn't need to say that sometimes people got a little crazy about sex with people of the same gender. Not all parts of society were as accepting as where I had been the last several years. "I'm just fine. Don't worry about me, Max, I'm a big girl." "Well, that's good to hear. Of course I'm not sure I believe it, but thanks for letting me off the hook." "Not a problem, as a matter of fact I came to invite you to the club for dinner." "Thanks, but I really don't have anything to wear. Unlike most women, when I say that, I am serious." I did laugh at myself. "Yes, I know. Marty said to tell you to use that credit card he gave you and buy something pretty. He and my husband are up to their eyes in this plot, so you might as well give in." "Alright, but look, you and I are not the same size and whatever I buy, I can't take with me, so no designer crap, OK?" "Oh shit, then we can go to the mall and mingle with the peasants. Remember, Bitch, I am from a sharecropper's shack. I don't have to buy my clothes at a boutique to be satisfied." "And you also don't need to buy designer in order to give every man in the room a hardon," I said, in agreement. "Yeah, that's why I don't live in a sharecropper's cabin today," she smiled sweetly. "If nothing else, I know my strengths. A big brain is nice, but big boobs will always pay the rent." "And here I am with a B cup," I replied sadly. "Yeah, but you got moxie and a gun. You ain't going hungry." She showed me the warmest smile I had seen from her to date. The department store Jo Anne chose was almost a local store. It was one of those Texas chains. I had never heard of it, but the prices weren't completely off the map. I would never have paid almost fifty dollars for a push up bra, but Jo Anne insisted that I do it right. I went along, because after the blowjob, I didn't think Marty would complain. I paid another thirty dollars for a pair of panties not a lot different from those I bought in bulk inside a plastic bag from Wal-Mart. I had to admit that the dress Jo Anne chose for me was a knockout, even on my less that dynamite figure. It was black with a couple of long pleats that added something to my smallish breasts. All in all, I looked very respectable. It looked as though I might be able to fool the country club crowd just that once. Jo Anne dropped me at the room, kissed me goodbye, and said, "Get your skinny ass ready. This is your coming out party, Missy." Marty came home an hour later. Marty and I spent three hours getting ready. "Like it or not, Max, you are going to have one good night out with me." "Marty, all the nights have been great. I could not have has asked for anything better. You are supposed to be enjoying yourself, not entertaining me." "You have got to be an idiot. This is the most fun I have had in many, many years. Day or night, men look at me as if I was the luckiest bastard in the world, and they are right." At exactly 7:30 PM, a limo arrived to take us to the country club. In his fancy tux, Marty was as pretty as a man can be and still be masculine. I loved his medium length white hair. It was almost snow white. It did have some black mixed in, but not much. My black satin evening bag, which cost over a hundred bucks, held lipstick, a couple of other makeup items, and, oh yeah, my hammerless .38. I had it for a reason, but Marty swore it was just to protect myself because I was so sexy. To that I said then it would still say bullshit. Dinner at the Steven's club was fabulous. The beef was probably the best I had ever had up to that point. Everything was just perfect. Even though we were leaving Sunday morning, we stayed for the after dinner dance. "You are coming home with us," Jo Anne said to me. "Like hell, we are going to be on the road again tomorrow." "I know and that's why you are coming home with us. You will be no threat to us, since you will be gone tomorrow and most likely will never come back. Besides, you already are a part of the new me. I have no secrets from you." "How about Marty?" I asked. "According to Steve, Marty was a swinger when we were both in diapers. At least, that's what he told Steve." "Yeah, I heard that too." "The truth is, Max, my husband wants to screw you. I can either go along with this and have some fun in the process, or there will be someone else next week or next month. I know that he knows how to screw around. Hell, he screwed around with me on his first wife." "So this isn't just about you and me?" I admit I was disappointed. "No, Max, it's about not ever going back to a sharecropper's cabin," she said. "Sounds like a good reason to me. Get Marty to agree and I'm down with it." "Are you kidding? He tripped over his dick agreeing." "Sounds about right to me. You do know you are gorgeous?" "Of course, I do," she replied, then turned to go find her husband. As she walked away I thought, why not. I was still in search of that giant orgasm that had been evading me since the trip began. Maybe the orgy, in a minor key, would be the answer. At least, it was something I had never tried before. Yes, Dear, three, but never four. I wasn't even sure how one managed the logistics of it. I had been drinking a small amount sure, but the other three were screwed up on something more. I had no idea what they were smoking, so when Marty handed me the tube they had been puffing on, I passed it on to Jo Anne without trying it. I figured I had enough problems. I really couldn't afford any more bad habits. "Aren't you even curious?" Jo Anne asked. "Sure, I'm also curious to know what's comes after life, but I'm not in a hurry to find out. Dope is like that for me. One day I will probably try it, but today ain't the day." I did have to admit that they looked very content even before anyone started to do the touchy, feely thing. Once that started, they were absolutely lost in the feelings. I mean it was easy to tell they were floating along on a pink cloud. They just looked beautiful. Yes I was tempted again, but I still resisted. I knew I couldn't afford the kind of money these people could drop on a whim. Being the poor step child was a bitch, but I knew my place. Still I was feeling really nice, probably by osmosis. Whatever they were feeling must have been catching because there just didn't seem to be any cares anywhere in the world. At that moment there weren't any hungry kids in the Middle East, nor were there any kids dying in Africa. The world just seemed beautiful for a few minutes. I went to bed with all of them in the Steven's king sized bed. The heat pump was set so that blankets were unnecessary and people were unlikely to perspire. The house was adjusted for an orgy, and I was perfectly willing to do my part. So Anne reached over and killed the lights. When it got dark in that room it was really as dark as original sin. Last time I had seen a night so dark there were tracer bullets filling the air between the black periods. That night nothing broke the dark. It was so dark that the first one to penetrate me took a lot of feeling around to find the spot. Okay I helped guide the hand that preceded the cock. I was pretty sure that it was Steve's Cock, but I wasn't a hundred percent sure. I just guessed that because he didn't know what I felt like, but he did know what Jo Anne felt like. If anyone would want Jo Anne first, I would imagine it to be Marty. Then again Marty hadn't had his penis in me either. I felt like it was Steve, because he seemed a little shorter than Marty. I had no idea if his penis was shorter, I meant his standing height. But then we were all laying down, so I couldn't be sure of anything. What I felt was a finger open me first then a hard penis slip in. Since I had heard whispers about Viagra at the club, I was pretty sure it could be either one of them. Whoever it was slid easily inside me and penetrated me deeply. I felt my body open like glove to the welcome intruder. I could feel my breathing go wild as the penis stroked me. Suddenly I heard the whispered voice, "Tell me." It demanded. I wasn't sure what the voice was demanding but I knew what was on my mind. "I love your cock. Fuck me, please fuck me." It must have been the right thing because he started to pump me even harder. I knew from the voice that it was Steve, but I didn't care. I just wanted to cum hard enough to turn me inside out. I felt him begin to sweat and then his body began to slide on mine as he fucked away at me. I felt his cock drive in me then he changed to a side to side motion as well as the in and out. I was trying to grind at my pussy with his cock. It was maddening to feel him digging his cock into me. I began to cum instantly as soon as I felt him stiffen. I was cuming while he tried to get even deeper into me to shoot his load. I couldn't feel the semen leave his cock, but I knew it was spurting from the jerking movements of his body. I heard Jo Anne moaning and begging while I lay trying to come down from the height to which Steve had driven me. Steve collapsed onto me for a second then rolled off me. We lay there listening until it ended with Marty and Jo Anne. "God Damn, I have slept with a lot of women but I have never felt anyone move inside like you do. Your pussy is like a snake." "Gee, I hope that is a compliment." I said still out of breath. "Oh God yes it is." Steve said. Suddenly there was a soft light. I saw Jo Anne laying in the golden fog of light. She sat up and climbed over Steve. She pushed him out of the way so that she would lay down beside me. When she was flat she pulled me on top of her. I immediately began to kiss her. I will say one thing for Jo Anne, she had good instincts. She immediately assumed the dominant role and pushed my face down. In seconds I had one of her nipples in my mouth, and the other between my fingers. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I was being watched, but I didn't care. She pushed my head again, so I lowered myself yet again. I got to her flat belly, then to the stubble where here pubic hair should have been. Another move brought my lips to the hood covering her clit. My tongue moved that apart so that I could manipulate her clit with my tongue tip. I moved it up and down then side to side. I felt her hips move erratically and knew she was near an orgasm. Then I heard her say, "Suck me clean." Without any hesitation I covered her opening with my mouth and sucked. I felt the semen with my tongue but there was not enough to come out in chains or ropes. The fluid coming out was a very minor amount. I had no idea exactly what happened but hands lifted me up turned me over and I found myself looking into the eyes of Marty. He was still in the grasp of the softening drug whatever it was. He looked to be dreaming as he flipped me around so that he could enter me from the rear. I made sure that I guided his still hard cock into my pussy. I made sure it went where I wanted it, since I was more aware of my surroundings than he was. Marty began to push inside me. He was trying to push his testicles inside me as well as his cock. I didn't mind, I loved the feeling of his cock in me. He wasn't too big or too small in the words of Goldilocks, he was just right. At least, that is how I felt at that moment. I came long before he did. I actually wasn't sure if he came at all and frankly I didn't give a fuck. After Marty finally collapsed for whatever reason, we all fell asleep. I'm not sure, but I expect they all slept better than me. I was a nervous wreck. Every nerve in my body twitched for hours. I was thrilled to see the sun show through the window. I slipped from the bed and went to explore the kitchen. I found orange juice and a huge bread box. In the bread box I found bagels. Not the grocery store kind, but the bagel shop kind. I put an onion bagel in the microwave and reheated day old coffee as well. It definitely wasn't a four star breakfast, but it was better than a lot that came before it. It was 9 AM before the others made it out of bed. After a couple of cups of fresh coffee, Marty and I were antsy. We both wanted to be on the road. I wanted to get away from the Stevens couple. They had seen me do more twisted things than any other couple. Yes, Jen and her husband were close, but Jo Anne and Steve had seen me do it with one more man than Jen had. I know it was splitting hairs, but I am not really a slut. Okay maybe I am sometimes but not always. I just wanted to get away from the scene of my crimes, and in some states I'm sure they still are. At the shop, Marty and I rolled the new improved bikes into the parking lot. Just as I was about to climb on one, Jo Anne pulled me back into the building. She kissed me with enough tongue that I worried she might re-injure me. I left a little lightheaded but I still managed to get the bike started and then to get my ass up on it. I hadn't realized until the bike seat struck me where it did, but I was tender there. I laughed but only I heard it. As Marty and I pulled out of the parking lot, I saw the time and date sign on the drugstore. I realized that we had been on the road two weeks exactly. We had pushed hard during that time and covered 1200 miles. We were about to head into the slower part of the trip, but still we had made really good time. Okay I had no idea whether it was good or not, but Marty said was good time so I believed it. I thought back to the Stevens couple and wondered how many other couples like them were out there. I knew that Marty and I weren't likely to be tripping over a bunch of kinky people at every stop. Still one had to wonder how many couples were out there were just doing whatever it took to hold things together. Jo Anne who probably did love Steve, but who was so marked by her past that it put her present and maybe even her future in doubt. There were likely thousands of other couples just like them along the road west. It was probably a good thing we weren't looking for kinky couples. Marty was just trying to get to the Pacific Ocean and have some fun along the way. Me, I was trying to see to it that he got there in one piece and with all his body parts still working. Getting laid in Abilene was just the cherry on the sundae.