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Lucky, Lucky Luke

By: EgmontGrigor2011



CHAPTER 1

Jasper K Collins fired Luke Coleman indirectly. Jasper told his seven department heads at the end of the weekly executive meeting. "Now return to your offices, call one person of your choice in and fire him or her, saying to those lazy jerks times are tough and that Mr Collins ordered that seven people, one from each department must be fired."

The unlucky guy in pre-production department was Luke Coleman.

His manager said, "I'm sorry Luke, but you are fired. Pick up your termination payment from HR on the way out."

"Why me Jack?"

"I don't have to give a reason beyond you are the unfortunate victim of company downsizing. Now fuck off Asshole. I've never liked you because you make your job look too easy."

Luke picked up his termination payments, joining a line of four other unfortunates and two more lined up behind Luke.

When the fired crew trooped outside most drove off, the females and one of the guys crying and that made broad-shouldered Luke sighed. This certainly was a black day for them and especially that guy already suffering because Eva (real name Evan) was unlucky enough to display feminine characteristics including raw emotion.

He began crossing the road to the phone box when he was hit by a car.

The driver applied the Ferrari's brakes hard and Luke leaned into the path of the car and was scooped up and he slid over the hood to bash against the windscreen, hurting his right elbow just as the car stopped with the tires screeching.

The red and purpled faced driver, dressed in an expensive suit and with his shirt open and tie undone blustered, "You were jaywalking. If my paintwork is scratched I'll have you jailed."

Sliding back down, careful not to damage the paintwork with buttons or his belt buckle, Luke pulled out his phone and checked that it was working.

"Who are you calling?" the nosey driver slurred.

"The cops; you're drunk."

The change in the driver's attitude was remarkable.

"Here buddy, take all the cash I've got."

Luke, still rubbing his elbow and feeling some parts of him would be bruised, thought was it worth a few bucks for letting the guy off. Well yes. He grabbed the money and the driver eased into his car and accelerated off, tires smoking, and the vehicle slewed and hit a thick solid wood street light pole and the back of the car just behind the driver's seat crumpled.

Rubberneckers slowed traffic and Luke jumped into a cab to get out of there. They passed the car and it looked expensively damaged. The unhurt driver of the Ferrari stared at the damage picking his nose. 

Luke left the cab on the fringe of Downtown, paid the driver and went to a street pay phone after checking his own phone for the number, and made the call. Using a gruff tone he said, "Mrs Jack Fryer?"

"Yes," said Luke's boss's wife who worked from home.

"I want you to know that your husband is fucking my wife Samantha and she's confessed your sneaky asshole of a husband has been at her for months. Our kids are devastated."

Luke then cut the call, grinning and thinking Jack would arrive home for his dinner only to have his ass kicked and then possibly be head-butted and his bawling wife, plotting immediate divorce, would the scream, "Who the hell is Samantha?"

After coffee and a snack and counting the money the driver had given him, it came to $780, Luke had the fleeting thought he could throw himself in front of cars and make a great living. He went to another public phone two miles away and this time used an

Rather effeminate voice.

"Joyce Collins speaking," the woman answering the call said, smothering a yawn.

"Oh Mrs Collins, I'm sorry, I expected Jasper to answer the phone if I called at this time. Oh sorry, it's not Saturday is it? Has he told you about me?"

"About you, how would I know when I don't even know who's calling?"

"Oh I'm Bubba Jones, an old college pal. Jasper and I weren't particularly successful at hitting on the girls at college and, well, I guess you know the outcome of that and you probably know he has a great butt. We've got together a couple of times earlier this year to renew our former intimacy and we both agreed it was the best sex we've had for a long time. He suggested we must get together more often to screw and of course I agreed totally and came up with the idea of having a threesome with you..."

Mrs Collins let out a gut-wrenching cry and cut the call. 

Luke hoped she would only rant at her husband rather than grab the meat tenderizer to hammer Jasper's balls flat. It was being rather optimistic to expect those two malicious calls would result in two divorces but who knows? Those jerks had no right to fire Luke Coleman on a whim.

Well what now? It had all happened so quickly that Luke had no idea. He'd been the company's designer of new products and product developer. Workers with his talent were scarce and he'd believed his job was secured even through the next Great Flood or lesser world catastrophes. 

He went home and told his mom and she hugged him to her skinny frame and said she and his father (a police sergeant) would support him until he found work.

"On one condition Luke and that is you must stop having sex with your sister."

Huh?

Mae was waiting for his reply and so the guiltless Luke hung his head and murmured, "Okay mom, I won't continue doing it."

"Thank you. I was worried about you doing that to Jennifer because my brother used to bang me and I feared we could be breeding in a family tradition."

Luke had no idea why his mom would think he was getting a leg over Jennifer who was even thinner than his mom, skinny arms and legs and nipples without breast development; it would be like banging a skeleton. Anyway guys banged their moms, not their sisters right? God so Uncle Harry used to bang his sister, Luke's mom? Uncle Harry was an animal.

Three days later after reading the newspaper his dad had left messed up on the sofa, Luke left for a much larger city 150 miles away. The newspaper reported that the number of people nationally being thrown out of work as the result of the world economic downturn was reaching distressing levels.

Yeah right, thought Luke. He was still distressed at being fired but knew sitting around wouldn't get him replacement employment.

He sighed heavily when reading the statistics for manufacturing and top of the list of people in industries being laid off were production designers. 

Fucking high school career advisers had 'warmly recommended' he seek a design degree because he'd been very creative since a young kid at making his own model cars, boats, trucks and airplanes. He gained a Bachelor of Design and Visual Arts degree and since then had designed household and patio utility furniture and three ultra-modern barstools that had sent the company's sales soaring and the company had had filed for the patent on the design of one of the stools. 

Luke left home hoping to get lucky and design something more essential to humanity than utility furniture. The 28-year-old still had the secret desire to design the world's best piece of bedroom furniture that couples would rave about because it was suitable for comfortable copulation in twenty or more positions. But would his mom be proud of that achievement? He sighed and boarded a bus, sitting next to a sweaty fat guy who obviously enjoyed garlic.

The guy left the bus at the first stop about a half-hour into the journey and his seat was taken by a chatty woman who had the annoying habit of continually stroking his arm. That well-time stroking gave Luke an erection he maintained until she fell asleep when he was on the verge of exploding. That was an entirely new experience because until then Luke had always avoided embarrassing himself by developing an erection in any public place apart from the female toilet at the office when invited in by some attractive female to satisfy her needs.

On this occasion Luke was very lucky. The woman slept all the way until the journey ended at the bus station at Sharrock City.

As they disembarked, the woman asked, "Would you like to come home with me?"

"No thank you Mrs Field," Luke lied hastily. "My mother will be waiting for me."

He grabbed his bag and disappeared into the crowd, relieved to have escaped her clutches. But he didn't go too far, aware that cheaper rooming houses tended to be near bus and rail stations. Luke booked into Mrs O'Reilly's Home for Young Gents, hoping 'young gents' didn't mean homosexuals. His goal was to find suitable work quickly and then upgrade his living accommodation.

Victoria, the consultant at the job placement agency where Luke had registered, described his chances of returning to industrial design work at the moment as being highly unlikely. She invited him back next afternoon and in the meantime would review his academic and work record and see what she could find that might interest him.

Luke dug his hands in the pockets of his brown jacket and began walking off and thinking the lazy woman would flick through her screen when he arrived next afternoon and was waiting to be called to her office, and she would pull up a couple of listings such as truck driver and high school janitor.

"Oh Mr Collins... Luke... please come back to the office.

Luke turned and saw the overweight but pleasant bespectacled face of Victoria just outside the entrance to the ground level agency waving.

Huh, had she suddenly remembered the bonus attached to filling the vacancy of high school janitor?

Luke went to her, his face impassive.

"I might have something for you."

He thought no thanks Victoria, you're wearing a wedding ring.

In her office she sat beside him and pulled the monitor screen around to face them.

"A Mrs Sandra Holmes requires a driver for six weeks, living on site and eating with her. The offer is a thousand dollars a week and the driver may have to work some hours every day and of course be on standby 24/7 unless making special arrangements. No other fringe benefits are offered and the driver would be expected to keep both vehicles clean and tidy and in good running order."

"This is an offer that interests me. What does Mrs Holmes do?"

"She's runs a furniture business for her father who has a number of companies."

Victoria brought up a photo of Mrs Holmes' home.

"Mrs Holmes' is a widow. He husband who was an attorney was killed in a small aircraft crash last year. She still lives in the same home at Ashleigh Heights."

It was a single level quality home, obviously architect-designed. Luke thought he could be comfortable there, particularly if he had the run of the property. But what was Mrs Holmes like?

"What is Mrs Holmes like?"

"Well apply for the position and you possibly will find out. Like many of our   clients seeing personnel, this listing was conducted via emails. We did receive a photo of Mrs Holmes as part of ID security but that material is confidential to the agency."

"Aw come on Victoria. Show it to me unless you think I'm a stalker or womanizer."

"My impression of you is nothing like that," Victoria said.

She hesitated and Luke looked at her and said please.

Mrs Holmes looked attractive and perhaps no more than thirty-four.

"Well?"

"She looks okay," said Luke casually, thinking no way should he say she looked gorgeous. "At least she looks trustworthy. Yeah I should take a look at the setup."

"You mean an interview at her home?"

"Yes."

"She says here she would interview any candidates at her office and she's interviewed four applicants."

"Please advise her that I wished to see where I would sleep and hang out. Take my photo with your phone camera now and perhaps she might decide I'm trustworthy."

"She's bound to think that," Victoria smiled. "You are a nice looking young man and do possess charm."

Luke had finished eating lunch in a café and was waiting for another coffee when his phone went.

"Hi it's Victoria. Mrs Holmes will meet you at her home at 313 Clifftop Drive, at 6:00 today."

"Thanks Vicki. Did she sound interested in me?"

"Yes and she said the other applicants checked out as deadbeats. At least you assume some authority in attempting to dictate where the interview should be. That's all."

"Thanks Vicki for coming through for me."

Luke watched Mrs Holmes struggle to get out of the cab and he soon saw why. She had her left knee in a brace and walked with elbow crutches.

"Hi Luke," she called, as the cab drove off and he approached her.

"Here give me the door keys and your hand bag and shopping bag."

"Okay," she said cheerfully. "If you are to drive me I have to trust you. Please call me Sandra. It will be six weeks before I can drive."

He opened the front door and Sandra went in and called him to come in.

"Make yourself comfortable while I change."

"Can I fix you a drink?"

"Yes coffee please. You could find a beer in the fridge if you don't want coffee."

"Just water," he said defensively and she laughed and said it wasn't a test, he should grab a beer.

Sandra came into the kitchen wearing shorts and a top and sneakers. The blonde had great legs and breasts that deserved a second glance. Or a fondle. He looked at her friendly face instead and liked the wide mouth and cool blue eyes.

"Why are you sitting here instead of out in the sunroom?"

"I'm waiting to be interviewed."

"Oh there's no need for that, I called your mother."

Luke stared at her.

She explained the agency's report included the phone number of his next of kin, his mother and father. So she called his mother about Luke and received a great report. 

"I'm keen to hire you Luke. Everything appears to stack up well. Come out to the sun room."

"I'll grab a beer and fetch your coffee," he said and she smiled.

Later after Luke looked around and saw the swimming pool, he raced back and said he accepted the deal. She said done and although it was probably illegal, she would not register Luke as an employee and would pay him cash $1000 at the end of every seven days.

"When can you start?"

"I'm at a rooming house. I think I have to give a week's notice but..."

"Fetch my handbag from my bedroom Luke."

Sandra handed him $500 and said to take the SUV and end his occupancy at the rooming house and spend a more comfortable night with her. He could then begin work in the morning.

Luke drove off and wondered what the hell had she meant by spending the night with her: did that mean in her more comfortable house or in her bed?

He returned and she smiled and said, "All done" and he handed Sandra $250 back.

"God it must have been a dive," she said.

He grinned and said it would be more comfortable with her.

The 2nd bedroom was across from Sandra's was roomy, comfortable and looked out on to the pool. Luke had a comfortable night and slept well and shortly after dawn put on swim shorts and opened the glass sliding patio door and dived into the pool.

He looked back when resting after five lengths and saw Sandra standing in her dressing gown, resting on her crutches, watching him.

"Good morning, you swim very stylishly."

"I was coached at school and college."

"May I join you?"

Well he could say yes of course, or it's your pool or he'd get out and give her privacy.

Instead he said, "Yes providing you're not nude."

She laughed and shrugged out of her gown and stood in a two-piece swimsuit, too big to be called a bikini.

She walked down into the water, sat on a step and removed her knee brace.

Luke swam over to her.

"Am I permitted to say you have great legs?"

"You are."

"Well they are lovely. What happened to your leg?"

"I slipped entering the pool at my parent's home and landed hard on the knee two steps down and partially ruptured the quadriceps tendon."

"Ouch."

"Well yes and I did scream a bit. I'd thought I was tough until then. Well I've been told the prognosis indicates I'll escape the need for surgery although I'm close to borderline. Providing I follow orders I should be driving in six weeks."

"Is removing the knee brace following orders?"

"Yes, providing I keep the leg fully flexed. This is the first time I have been in the pool. I was told not to attempt this unless someone was in the pool with me."

Luke smiled and said then he was welcome to be in the pool.

"Very welcome. I swim a lot so have missed getting into the water."

"What do I do?"

"Nothing unless I foul up and bend my knee accidentally and scream."

Luke looked at her knee thoughtfully.

"Why don't you buy another knee brace and used it in the pool and in the shower to avoid the risk of an accidental knee bend? A severe bend could undo your healing progress to date."

Sandra thought that was a great idea. She tried to swim but her legs began sinking and that rather unnerved her.

"We should get a couple of those floater things for your ankles that kids have," he suggested and she thought that was another good idea.

"Here I'll tow you about the shallows," he said, holding out his hands.

"No thanks, that won't be necessary."

He came closer and Sandra took a hand. He turned around and she changed her grip to his other hand and also took the other hand and Luke began towing blondie, having made their initial physical contact, and he wondered if that would progress over time. 

Almost two hours later, Luke and Sandra left for her office in the SUV. Her other vehicle was a BMW Z3, not the ideal vehicle for a person on crutches.

"Your CV said you were involved in furniture design and your degree is in industrial design."

"Yeah."

"You are aware I'm CEO of a company that makes furniture and about half of our business it to custom ordered?"

"I knew you headed a furniture manufacturing company but nothing was said about custom manufacture."

"I see and did you produce any unique designs?"

"Only the one so far, I was engaged in improving designs of existing catalogues but we received a demand for a, quote, exhilarating design of bar stools, unquote, and so managed to come up with something that pleased the client and the company has filed to patent one of my designs."

"Are you meaning the design called 'Cleo Bar Stool'?

"Yes."

"I read an article about it the other day on furniture trends quoting a guy Fryer."

"Jack Fryer was my former department head. I and six others were fired because the company was downsizing. He was lazy and I believe jealous of my success and so he put the skids under me when the boss, Jasper Collins gave the order seven people had to go."

"Oh I know Jasper. I have met him a couple of times at industry conferences. Not a most likeable guy I believe."

Luke grinned and said she had good taste and Sandra laughed and said she had the feeling she and Luke would get along very well. They drove into the big plant and Sandra pointed Luke to the parking space marked CEO on the immediate right of the entrance to the two-level admin building.

Fortunately for the CEO temporarily on crutches, the building had an elevator.

The 45-year-old PA Mrs Zimmerman boggled when told, "Rachel this is my temporary driver Luke Collins. Luke is staying with me so that's his address. Please take his details and arrange to him to have extensions to my fuel card and business credit card with a daily limit on the latter of $500 and get driving details from him and advise our insurance company that I am incapacitated to drive and that Luke will be my regular driver for the next six weeks."

"Yes Sandra, I understand."

"Come through when Rachel has finished with you Luke. Oh Rachel please issue Luke with a Visitor Pass, take his photo and email full details about Luke's temporary appointment to all department heads and managers. Mention he's a qualified industrial designer and has just arrived to live in Sharrock. There's no need to say he is staying at my home. Please issue him with a cell phone with my home, office and your numbers entered in the phone book. Is that a new dress?"


Lucky, Lucky Luke



"Yes."

"That color really suits you."

When Sandra had gone into her office, Rachel whispered, "Are you really living with Sandra?"

"Yes for convenience. I registered with Street's Job Placement Agency and because there are no vacancies in my vocation due to the economic downturn meaning companies are retrenching designers rather than hiring them, the consultant sent me to be interviewed by Sandra. She interviewed me at her home and it was agreed it would be more convenient if it stayed in her house."

Luke saw the look on Rachel's face and said, "Rachel dear, I have my own bedroom."

Rachel looked slightly embarrassed and said, "Of course. I must say you are hugely more suitable to drive Miss Holmes than the other candidates that came here to be interviewed. There were two that I wouldn't have stepped into a vehicle with if alone." 

* * *

After checking her diary on her iPad, Sandra sat back and smiled, recalling the shock on Rachel's face when told Luke was living at Sandra's home. It was obvious her PA had thought Sandra had meant Luke was sharing her bed.

Ah well, she'd know she had been taking an unconventional step by inviting Luke to share the home of an unattached and attractive woman aged only thirty... well thirty-four. God her mom would rant when she found out. They had no right to make judgmental calls. Did she ever question their morality or read into their behavior adverse things that didn't exist? Of course she didn't.

Sandra recalled her first sight of Luke and almost feeling the need to clamp her thighs together. She couldn't believe this hunk, who stood over six-foot and had wide shoulders and a narrow butt, hazel eyes and a great head of hair with some cute dark blonde curls wanted to drive her about and be on call 24/7.

How could she be so lucky?

Sandra had waited for things to go wrong between them but it had been all plain sailing but give it time. In the pool, he'd not even 'accidentally' brushed against her with his groin or a hand, although he'd taken her hands in his and that was by mutual consent. There was no way of knowing what he was thinking when he glanced at her boobs. Well he was male.

She wondered what she wanted from him and giggled, thinking to be driven competently about in her SUV. Reaching for her ringing phone, Sandra wondered if he would take her sexually if she invited him to do that.

"Good morning, Sandra Holmes speaking..."

She hadn't managed to answer her question about Luke. 

* * *

Wearing his visitors pass, having almost charmed the pants off Mrs Rachel Zimmerman (or so he thought), Luke went on walkabout after finding Sandra was deep into a business telephone conversation, apparently relating to late delivery materials for the plant.

He went down into the plant and nodded to people who looked at him curiously or simply nodded back with a smile, well the females did. 

Finding the offices of the factory manager, assistant manager and the office of their shared PA between them, Luke found the three were having coffee and began backing off but one of the guys smiled and said to come in.

"Coffee?"

Luke nodded and the female jumped up to pour a mug of coffee.

"Hi I'm Charlie Fisher, factory manager. This is my deputy Alf and fetching your coffee is Loraine. How can we assist?"

"Hi guys," Luke said cheerfully and sat beside Charlie. "I'm just on a wander. Miss Holmes has hired me as her driver. I'm Luke Coleman."

"Driver eh," Charlie said. "You look a few cuts above a hired driver?"

Luke smiled and said good spotting. He'd just arrived in the city and registered for work and was recommended he apply for a chauffer's job because other applicants had not appealed to the client."

"That would be Sandra, always wanting top-shelf," Charlie chuckled. "Well Luke, just you drive Sandra carefully. Most of us around here think she's a wonderful boss. Well it's time to get back to work. Finish your coffee and I'll show you what we do."

They wandered around with Charlie providing excellent commentary. Then he pointed to a line of wooden bar stools being assembled and said, "We have an order for 500 of these. That's a good order to be receiving at these slow times in business."

Luke stared at the stools.

"What's wrong? Our workmanship is first-class. I checked the first two off the assembly line."

"They are one-and-a-half inches higher than the optimum height of 28 inches. They might not slide under some counters or at least risk grazing fingers."

"Jerry hand me your tape."

The worker tossed a tape from twelve feet away and Charlie caught it deftly.

"Jesus 29.5," Charlie said. "Jerry hit the panic button."

Everyone on the assemble line heard the siren in the section and stepped back from the conveyer line and looked about to see what was going on.

"Warn everyone in finishing we may be recalling all product off the line Jerry," Charlie said and went into Jerry's office and grabbed the plans.

"Fourth page," Luke said and Charlie flipped over three sheets and said, "Oh crap it's clearly stated in the drawing 28 inches from floor to top of the seat. We've goofed."

Luke drifted off as Jerry called for the return of the thirty-two stools that had passed on to finishing and Charlie went to investigate who set the stool leg length on the machinery. It was not the place for a visitor to be right now.

Rachel handed him his cell phone and asked if he wanted an iPad.

"No thanks, I have a real computer."

"Don't be naughty," Rachel said (she was old enough to be his mother). "Well each evening before I leave I will text Sandra's diary for next day to your phone and you will automatically be texted any changes to that diary next day. Obviously if any of those appointments are outside the office you'll need to drive her there and wait for her to return her to the office. It's so much more efficient having a dedicated driver for her rather than having to find anyone who was available."

"Yeah I thought so too."

"What will you do when there's a long period between driving fixtures?"

"Chase women."

"You are naughty," Rachel laughed.

"I guess I should discuss that with her. Um how do I access her during office hours?"

"If her door is open that means she's available."

"And if it's closed that means she's doing her fingernails?"

Rachel sighed.

The door was open so Luke knocked and entered.

"Hi."

"Oh hi. And what did you think of our production center?"

"It's pretty typical as one would expect. I noticed the machinery is pretty much up to date and it appears operator safety systems are also up to scratch."

"Well that is positive's comment. Your first appointment today is to take me to a luncheon appointment. We should leave at 12:15."

"Fine I'll find a hamburger somewhere."

"You'll eat with us and will be introduced as my technical officer."

Luke looked at them and said, "Size 34C?"

Coloring a little, Sandra said she had hoped it wouldn't be necessary to hear comment that required to be answered with reprimands.

"I was just proving I do have some technical ability."

She laughed and Luke knew he was out of jail.

"Does you knee brace have any coding on it."

"Not that I'm aware of."

"Are you able to work with that leg on a chair to stop it bending while I take the brace to a medical supplies store and get its sister. I'll pick up some floatation assists while I'm at it and then you can spend more leisure time in the pool without me watching."

"Watching what?"

"You'll only wish to chew my ear if I tell you."

Without commenting she reached for her handbag and gave him $200 bucks.

"Quality floatation?"

"Yes please."

Luke returned within the hour with a second knee immobilizer and a swimming 'pull buoy' that is held high in the thighs near the groin and also adult-size arm bands to wear around her ankles if the buoy proved unsatisfactory.

"The store guy showed me how to pull out the rods in the immobilizer to facilitate drying. He suggested we wear one exclusively for swimming and then it doesn't matter if it's still not completely dry before you go swimming again."

"Oh you are so good to me," Sandra said and kissed him and then, in a horrified voice said, "Oh Luke, I'm sorry. I just wasn't thinking."

He grinned and said it was fine and if she wished to really tell him what a good guy he was, she should always kiss him.

Sandra stood frozen, looking at him.

"Time to do your face," he grinned, and she went off, giving him just the one glance as she began walking off on her crutches.

As they drove off Sandra said, "Why didn't you tell me you saved the day for us over those stool legs?"

"It wasn't my duty to inform you."

A sharp retort appeared likely, judging by the snort but Sandra must have had second thoughts, perhaps she now judged his reply as being logical.

She said mildly, "Well I thought you should have told me, that's all I wish to say."

"I hear you. I saw the opportunity to gain a tick from Charlie by not potting on him, thereby gaining some respect."

She sighed and said well at least he was a good driver as well as being thoughtfully intelligent.

"Will we have sex?"

Luke had taken the risk because he was interested to find out her reaction and because right now she was confused over his decision to leave it to her manager's integrity to report the foul-up with the big production run just as it got underway. 

Luke knew his chance intervention in detecting from some distance away of the possible excessive height of the stools coming off the assembly line probably had saved the company a huge amount of money on the return of 500 faulty products.

"Why?"

Huh, now she was using logic to challenge him, keeping it short and simple and forcing a reply unless he chose he back-off.

"I need a woman, you are a woman and because sex is good for you and I think we both know we are attracted to one another."

"You are so arrogant. God I ought to fire you."

Luke said evenly, "Why are we having this conversation? When I asked would we have sex, you could have killed the conversation topic simply by saying no or no way. That makes me suspicious, very suspicious about you and your feelings Sandra. I'm probably the first guy who has gotten close to you since the tragedy last year and I accept I've provoked you in a way that's difficult for you to handle. You've now dug bigger hole for yourself by saying you ought to fire me. That's so illogical when as a driver I'm just right for you and it's my guess you have enjoyed my company in the short time we have associated."

She said, "Please turn into this parking garage up ahead on your right. The full sign is not on."

When Sandra eased out taking care of her braced leg and steadied on to her crutches, with Luke holding her door as wide as possible, she faced him and said softly, "I don't wish you to go. I spoke rashly and apologize for that. You ought to be able to say you desire to have sex with me without me becoming overly defensive. I'll have to think about that question Luke. The truth is when in the pool with you last night I had the fleeting thought of wishing you would touch more than my hands. Well not so fleeting actually. Could we carry on as we have been while I carefully consider my position?"

"Yes of course. Look I'm sorry I should have dropped you off at the entrance to save you walking so far on crutches."

"No it's fine. I need the exercise." 

           CHAPTER 2

Luke discovered in the restaurant, the client wanted fifty dining tables each with eight chairs made to his trading company's traditional design. Eight furniture makers had submitted tenders and all were higher than his expectations.

As Lionel and Sandra talked around the problem, Luke was thinking Sandra didn't need more time to think about having sex with him; she'd already decided yes. The delay was to avoid being judged too eager to let him at her.

Suddenly Sandra was saying, "Have you any input that could help out here Luke?"

"Um possibly I could come up with something if I saw the drawings and specifications."

"Luke is an industrial designer and has worked on developing product lines for a furniture maker."

"Is that so? Well sorry I don't have the designs and specs with me but that's no problem because traditional means traditional, for 35 years our company has produced this table and chair set and I want nothing changed."

"And good for you Lionel," Luke said. "Traditional product means just that, nothing changed."

He noticed Sandra glaring at him.

"Tell me Lionel, are you going to all eight companies that submitted prices to try to get a lower price?"

"Um no, just you guys."

"Then was our price the lowest?"

Sandra's jaw dropped.

"Well I'm in a corner here," Lionel drawled. "Yes it was."

Luke said softly, "We sharpened our pencils as they used to say in pre-computer days Lionel to ensure our tender was competitive and we are sorry but there's no room to maneuver price-wise unless you change the design to allow us to cut corners on production time."

"Well I can't do that."

"Lionel the best Apollo Furniture can offer is to run your order through at this price and that price will remain fixed for three years and apply to repeat orders in that period for this particular product only. We would give that commitment in writing at the time of signing this current contract. Sandra will kick my butt for making this offer but you want new stock and we want your business in these difficult economic times."

"You'll have to give me time to think about that."

"We'll be here for at least another thirty minutes Lionel so we require your answer by then. We will understand if you want to go out and call anyone to consult or to see if you can get them to undercut our best offer."

"I'll go somewhere quieter right now," Lionel said. "I need to call my business partner."

As Lionel went out Sandra sighed and said, "That's the last we'll see of him."

"I don't think so. His attaché case is against the table leg next to his chair."

"You have no right to negotiate without consulting with me and that use of 'we' was straight bullshit. You only arrived on our premises this morning."

"Yeah well you saw how I wound up Lionel. Can you imagine how quickly he would have unwound had I taken you outside for a quick chat?"

"Yes I suppose so... no you are right. But holding prices for three years, that's madness."

"Is it? I've heard some economists say it will be three to five years before the world economy is back into good shape, perhaps longer. That being so I find it difficult to believe all your suppliers will be putting up their prices during that time. In fact if the competition gets tougher their prices could fall."

"Very well Einstein. There are so many theories around at the moment, who am I to say you are wrong? Here comes Lionel. God he's smiling at me."

"He's aware you have a great boobs."

"Luke!" 

Lionel emptied his wine glass. "My partner said deal, so I say deal. Let's do it."

Sandra and Luke returned to the office and just after 3:00 Sandra called Luke.

"Hi where are you?"

"Driving back to the office; I've just enrolled at Usher's Gym and get my assessment done tomorrow at 9:15."

"Then if I have to go out I'll go by cab."

"Thanks," he said.

"Luke please come and take me home; we need to talk."

"I'm probably only two minutes away," he said, wondering what they had to talk about. They were always talking. Oh-oh, perhaps she had decided to fire him?

He gritted and concentrated driving the Lincoln through heavy traffic.

Parking outside the administration entrance, Luke darted around and held the door for Sandra as she backed on to the vehicle seat, swung her good right leg in, placed her crutches in to the floor well and lowered them on to the seat beside her right hip and she then lifted in the leg of her immobilized knee, assisting with one hand.

"You are maneuvering more precisely," Luke said.

"Yes, I have polished my technique," she smiled and added thanks as he closed the door.

As they entered the traffic stream and as the line stopped at the first red light, Sandra said, "I'd like to talk about your interest in having sex with me. Is that okay?"

Well that was better than hearing her say he was fired. "Yes of course."

"I hope you don't mind but first I'd like my mother to see you. That's my first hurdle and I also have to adjust my thinking. You probably can guess I had to rebuild my life after my husband's death last year which left emotionally devastated."

"Yes and I accept this is part of the process of moving forward."

"Could you please take me to my physiotherapist on the way home? I forgot to diary the appointment until receiving a reminder call. I have been performing my exercises religiously." 

"Yes of course, I'll need directions."

Sandra said, "When would you like my mother to call?"

"The suspense is killing me. Get them over for lunch tomorrow, Saturday."

"You want my father in this as well?"

"Yes he might be a moderating influence on your mother."

Sandra giggled and said Luke would be lucky if that occurred.

"Call your mom now. I take it when you've been speaking to her you haven't told her about me living with you."

"Residing in my home? No I haven't."

"Call her now."

"Luke if you are in a hurry for sex, there are other women. We have seven unmarried women in our administration for a start."

"I want you."

"God Luke," Sandra sighed, pulling out her phone, fumbling.

Luke smiled, thinking he'd excited her.

"Hi mom, are all things well with you guys? Good I'd like you and dad to come over for lunch tomorrow at 1:00? Why... well to meet someone. No I won't tell you more. If tomorrow is not suitable for dad then too bad; you come alone. Bye."

"Did she say she'd come?" Luke frowned.

"No but I don't require confirmation. You don't know my mom; I get my calm disposition from my father. Mom will now be sitting and fretting, all possibilities racing through her head racing through her head over what this is about. She'll be thinking I've met someone but who and where did I meet this person I sounded so serious about."

"You didn't sound serious to me."

"As I said, you don't know my mother."

Sandra was making a salad when Luke looked out the window and saw a blue Camaro convertible, top up, had entered the driveway.

"Omigod, it's not even 12:30," Sandra screamed.

Luke slipped in behind her and cupped her breasts. 

"Come on, calm down."

"Leave me alone; don't touch me like this."

Luke kept back from pressing into her and didn't grope.

"Come on, keep calm. If you are to win this one you'll need to be calm and fully focused. Sandra it sounds as if your mother can act pretty tough but remember it's only hot-air and attitude. See yourself as the winner and you'll win."

"Please take your hands away from my breasts."

"No. They are 34C's aren't they?"

"God, how can you think like this at such a time? Yes they are, you have a good eye."

"Good and now push back into me."

She obeyed, relaxing.

"Right carry on with the salad. I'll answer the door."

Groaning, Sandra said, standing up straight, "You don't want me to get rolled by my mother, do you?"

"No, not when you are such a desirable package."

She sighed and resumed washing the lettuce.

As soon as the bell sounded, Luke jerked the door open and the woman took half a step backwards in shock.

Round one to me, he sniggered to himself. This was likely to be fun.

"Well at least you are not female."

"What?"

"Never mind," she snapped. "I worried half the night. Stand aside."

"Are you Sandra's mother?"

"Yes."

"What do I call you?"

"Mrs Harris."

"And I'm Oliver," said the good-looking silver-headed guy standing behind her. 




Lucky, Lucky Luke



Mrs Harris turned to glare at her husband who appeared to ignore her. He certainly kept his smile.

"Hi Oliver, I'm Luke Coleman, your daughter's newly appointed fulltime driver. I'm residing here."

Oliver said that's good but the tall woman, almost as good looking as Sandra but with smaller boobs pushed Luke aside and went into the hallway and demanded, "Where are you sleeping?"

"I'm not, I'm standing here talking to you?"

She was ready to explode.

Oliver said, "Lydia be reasonable. This is Sandra's life, her home and she is very much an adult."

"I'm stressed Oliver, please don't interfere," said Lydia, who turned into the main passage leading to the bedrooms.

"Say Oliver, would you like to show me the Camaro. It's the V8 2SS model I believe."

"Yes," Oliver said, leading the way. "I have a penchant for showy cars with smooth lines."

"Well you have done well with this," Luke said, kicking a tire. "I love the color."

"Um Luke, I apologize for my wife's behavior."

"Oh forget it. Lydia is acting just like any over-wrought mother."

"Yeah right pal," Oliver said. "We best go in before our absence is noted."

Luke thought Round 2 to him.

The men entered the kitchen, having heard Lydia shouting that Sandra's behavior was unbelievable and that Lydia knew what was going on."

"You have no idea what you are talking about mother and if you don't stop screaming at me like this you can go."

"I'm not screaming am I?" Lydia said, turning to appeal to her husband.

Both men said yes and Lydia's shoulders slumped.

"Would you like a wine or a stiff drink Lydia?"

She looked at Luke and gritted, "I told you to call me Mrs Harris."

"Oh that must have slipped my mind Lydia. A drink or are you leaving?"

"Red wine for me," said the driver, perhaps indicating he was staying no matter what. 

Lydia said white wine for her.

Luke poured two reds and two whites and passed them around.

He presented the toast, "To your happiness Sandra."

"Cheers Sandra," replied her father. It's great seeing you looking so well."

"Yes to your happiness Sandra," said her mother, and the tension in the room eased. "What can I do to assist darling? I'm sorry we arrived a bit early but you know what I'm like when I get uptight."                     

They chatted amicably. 

Later during coffee Lydia asked, "Tell us about yourself Luke."

She seemed quite surprised he'd qualified and worked as an industrial designer.

"It's a pity you are not into furniture design," Oliver said. "Then you might have been useful to Sandra when you complete your role as driver."

Luke looked at Sandra and said vaguely, "Oh the art of design is rather embracing once you have absorbed the principles and techniques."

Sandra just smiled.

"Well you are not making much out of your life being a driver," Lydia said while Oliver, looking thoughtful, said he could look around for an opening for a product designer.

Luke just smiled and said he was cruising quite nicely at the moment. "You may have forgotten a little just what a sweet person your daughter really is."

The parents looked at him, lost in their thoughts.

Later Oliver invited Luke to go with him from a drive, saying that Lydia was anxious to talk to Sandra alone. He told Luke to drive and an hour later when they arrived back, with the top down, Oliver said, "What do you think? I have a chauffeur-driven Mercedes as my work vehicle; this is my fun vehicle.

Luke thought it had been rather tank-like to drive with an unimpressive shift but for an older guy Oliver might think he was recapturing his youth.

"I was thinking driving this on the highway must be the Western equivalent of handling a wild Mustang out on the Prairie, you certainly feel the raw power," Luke said and that drew a big smile.

"I think you'd prefer a Porsche?"

"No a 2005 T-bird."

The women came out. Sandra smiled and waved to the men, Lydia just looked at them, tight-lipped. Round 3 to Sandra, Luke thought.

Lydia kissed Sandra quickly and walked to the car and opening the passenger door said civilly, "Goodbye Luke."

"Goodbye Lydia," he said. "It was nice meeting you."

Oliver kissed Sandra and smoothed her hair back affectionately and he shook Luke's hand and said he expected they would meet again.

Luke didn't look but he imagined Lydia's eyes boring into him and Oliver was bound to get a good talking to as he drove home, being chastised for consorting with the enemy. He went inside, leaving Sandra to wave to her departing family.

* * *

Tense and looking severe, Lydia said, "Well?"

Oliver was impervious to her eruptions but still answered fairly passively to avoid upsetting her.

"He's okay."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"It means I like him. He's rather an engaging guy. Perhaps that's why Sandra..."

"You know nothing about what Sandra thinks about him and so don't invent comment."

Oliver turned right at a gap in oncoming traffic. "I was about to say Sandra probably feels she needs sex and a suitable guy for that has entered her life. What's so inventive about that? It's understandable dynamics I would have thought."

Lydia had no answer for that and perhaps was thinking why she'd married a guy who was so difficult to manage.

They drove across Lind Memorial Bridge and she said, "Why did you take him away and allow him to drive your car?"

"I had two reasons. The first was to give you time alone with our daughter who is a worry to you at the moment and the second to see how well he could drive. He handles this vehicle better than I do. I had thought of hiring him as my chauffer when Sandra finishes with him if I fail to find him a position as an industrial designer."

"What if Sandra doesn't finish with him and she decides to keep him on as her toy boy?"

"God have you no sense of reality? There's not many years between them. If I didn't know you better I'd say you are jealous."

They drove some distance in silence until Oliver decided to turn the screw.

"What happened with your intimate conversation? When we arrived back Sandra was smiling and looked happy and you looked like someone who'd been rolled."

His wife said through practically closed teeth. "I spoke to her at length. Sandra listened to me without interruption and when I finished she made me cry by saying I was to keep out of her personal life and she left the room. Christ she's even tougher than you are. She walked out without a swagger and came back with a double-strength gin and told me to drink it. I said no and she said drink it or she'd kick my butt."

"There is no need to wear that stupid grin," Lydia said. "Actually I must say I was quite proud of her. She's stood up to me before but never so unyielding as that. I took a sip and she kissed me and went off to fetch her drink and that made me think in not bringing in her drink when delivering mine she must have been expecting a physical confrontation... my daughter was expecting to hit me."

"Oh goodness that is so serious," Oliver said impassively.

"Yes well you usually take her side. I've decided she can have sex with whoever she likes. I'm only her mother."

Oliver grinned and said, "Seriously Lydia you have been a splendid mother to our Sandra."

"Thank you," she sniffed. 

* * *

When Sandra entered the kitchen after waving off her parents, Luke said, "You must have thought that went off rather well, meaning it could have been a lot worse?"

"Yes and thanks to you," Sandra said, putting the last few things into the dishwasher. "When they arrived you collared mom and kept her on the back foot. Brilliant tactics."

"Does that deserve a kiss?"

"It certainly does," Sandra said, swooping in and delivering a soft kiss to his lips before darting away.

While she's been outside, Luke had decided it was time to get lucky.]He'd thought of simply picking her up when she came inside and placing her on the sofa, removing her panties and going down on her. But that could be too abrupt for Widow Holmes.

A more appealing thought was later to take her to dinner and then after the first course take her hand and say he adored her and she'd melt and...but what if she said what the hell was he doing and to let go of her hand? Well she was a reasonable person and all she'd expect from him was a polite apology for over-stepping the mark.

Perhaps a no-touching proposal might appeal to her: she would come in and he'd look at her and say would she like to fuck?

Sandra came in, looking slightly pensive, and Luke hesitated and then asked her how she'd thought it had gone and she began working at the dishwasher.

Oh well, he thought. The meek are unlikely to be offered pussy. He put a half-finished bottle of white wine in the fridge and took the two empty wine bottles out to the trash glass cycling bin.

Sandra said she was going into the pool.

"May I join you?"

"Of course. I don't think it's a good idea me being unsupervised when I'm in the pool in my condition."

Luke did some lengths and Sandra arrived and sat by the steps changing into the brace she used in the pool.

He swam over and she said to keep swimming but to come over later and put both floater bands around the ankle of her braced leg.

"I think that might be all I need but will use the pull-buoy for a few times after I'm told I can swim without a brace."

After swimming a couple more lengths Luke returned to Sandra, now sitting on the first step, to put on the ankle bands. He accidentally sucked in pool water in shock, noting she'd removed the bottom of her two-piece swim suit.

"Notice any change?" she asked, he pretending not to have noticed.

"I see pussy."

Sandra giggled and he slid on the floaters that were adult arm bands on the braced leg.

"Luke?"

"Yeah?"

"Please lick me."

He didn't require that truncated request to be explained and felt his cock beginning to harden as he took the first tentative lick of her pussy, Sandra braced on her elbows, legs wide open and floated up to present pussy on the surface.

"Oooh, that's so good, even better than my vibrator," she said. "Go slowly, make it last."

Luke of course was eager to insert but commonsense told him to do this her way. His time would come. Eventually when she was practically screwing off his ears, Luke accelerated his licking and fingering and she climaxed, leaking over his tongue and fingers.

"God you are great at doing that," Sandra panted and Luke beamed, thinking that was a real accolade as if one of his distant relatives General Fitzherbert Coleman-Bean had just pinned the country's top medal for gallantry on his breast er tunic.

He thought Lucky, Lucky Luke.

Still panting a bit, Sandra said, "I've been thinking and my decision was to allow it to happen slowly. You can lick me from time to time but not now. Stage 2 will be for you to allow me to play with you. I have yet to think beyond that."

"If I lick you too often and become too emotionally involved one of us will have to jerk me off."

"Yes of course and I've thought about that which is why Stage 2 can start as early as tomorrow if you wish."

"Great. I must say you have a delightful pussy."

"Oh god."

"Come on, try to swim a little with me walking beside you. The two floaters below your brace should be about right.

It was effective and Sandra was delighted she swam breaststroke to complete a length of the pool.

As they rested he wanted her to show him her tits, but didn't ask and she didn't offer. Well they could do this at her pace. He'd already been the first male to touch her intimately since the death of her husband and she had to deal with that emotionally. 

Sandra called to him not long after dawn next morning.

"Luke are you awake?"

"Yeah," he yawned.

"Bring in a boner for me to suck."

Luke had been stroking it gently and jumped out of bed to go to pee and clean his teeth. He slapped it into full erection again as he entered Sandra's room.

Sandra was completely nude and Luke almost tripped over his feet when staring at a great pair of tits with the nipples up hard. What had she been doing?

Oh lucky, lucky Luke. In his opinion he had it made.

THE END