D I V O R C E by cmsix

Chapter 22

We were all excited when we went to bed that night. In fact we were feeling a little frisky after we were in bed and wiggling around against each other's naked flesh. Things started a little slowly but before you knew it I had Nancy up on her hands and knees and I was behind her sweet young ass throwing her a solid dose of meat that didn't need refrigeration. Louise and Helen were helping out by playing with a nipple each and using their other hands to see if they could tickle Nancy's clitty completely off.

Managing to hold out on Nancy, even though the three of us nearly sent her into orbit, I saved my hardon for Helen. Laying on my back for her to mount, I urged Louise to sit on my face facing her. In no time they were kissing each other and pinching every nipple available. They both blasted off just after I did and in only minutes we were piled on top of each other and sawing logs.

I was awake first the next morning and as soon as I opened my eyes I could see the convenience store. I roused the girls and we took turns in the shower. Even though we'd washed all four towels yesterday they were barely enough to get us dry, especially since they'd gotten very threadbare lately. No matter, we'd have plenty soon.

The girls looked a little like they were on their way to a costume party in their long buckskin dresses and authentic moccasins, but I didn't figure anyone in this cafe would comment. We went directly to breakfast after we were dressed and it was a good place for the girls to learn about being served. It was a novel experience for them to be sure, but they caught on well and seemed normal, mostly, I think, because they didn't say much.

After we'd finished the girls headed out to the camper and I scouted up the woman who owned the place. I gave her a song and dance about needing to park some big truck trailers somewhere near here and asked her about renting space in her parking lot.

"I've never done anything like that before, but we sure ain't gettin' anything out of it now. What could you pay for something like that," she asked, finally.

"I can pay a hundred a day for half of it, you might want to save the other half in case something comes up," I said.

"Mister, nothing worth that much has come up from that parking lot in the last four years, since I've been here. If you can go a hundred and fifty a day you can have the whole thing for as long as you want it," she said.

Knowing damned well I could afford that, I paid her a week in advance and promised to mail her a check for at least another one as soon as I got back to my office. Letting her know that I didn't really have an office just didn't seem smart. At least I didn't tell her the check was in the mail.

Back at the truck the girls were ready to go and we took a right out of the parking lot and the next right. They recognized this was the * bear * road from their time and they were amazed to see a couple of houses right about the spot we'd killed both bears.

I'd already given them a heads up about houses and buildings but I'm sure they hadn't had any idea they'd be as numerous as they seemed to be to them already, and hell, they were relatively few and far between here. It's a wonder they didn't break their necks, whipping them back and forth so fast, trying to see everything.

They were also amazed at the speed of the truck over these smooth roads, hell, I guess they were amazed at everything, but they hadn't seen anything yet. Wait until they got a load of Wal-Mart.

It was culture shock all over again when we entered, and the door greeter actually scared them when he spoke up, welcoming them to Wal-Mart and offering them a buggy. This was one of the things I had forgotten to prepare them for. I told them it was fine and had each of them grab one. I nearly had them get two each but figured it would be a bigger pain in the ass trying to bring back two at a time than it would be to just fill them, check out, take them to the camper and then repeat.

Actually I didn't plan on getting that much right now but no matter what happened I was going to have a few shovels, hoes, sling blades, ditch bank blades, and hand saws before I left this first stop. The voice had told me two weeks, but I wasn't taking any chances.

First things first though, I directed all of them to the blue jean department and with the help of a blue smocked gal that was very understanding about their limited English and even about their lack of familiarity with the clothing we got started on an emergency wardrobe for the three of them.

Ms blue smock did considerable measuring and then helped them with bikini style cotton panties, blue jeans, cotton western shirts, and even athletic socks. I had the girls change into a pair of jeans, a shirt, and even suggested that they put on a pair of the panties. I paid for the panties first to avoid any confusion. Well, it avoided any with the blue smock. Panties were another thing I'd forgotten to mention to the girls.

After they were fitted we went directly to the checkout and paid for the rest of the clothing, leaving it all, except what they had put on, in a buggy that the greeter promised to watch for us. We returned to shopping after that.

Next stop was to get those moccasins off their feet. At first I'd figured to get them some cowboy boots right off the bat, but changed my mind and we spent quite a while picking out some running shoes. I wanted them to speak up right away if the shoes hurt their feet and made them put them on and walk around a good bit before we bought them. I wasn't so worried about the price; I just didn't want them getting blisters.

With the shoes they were wearing paid for, we went back to the jeans lady and took six more pairs of jeans, six more shirts, a dozen each of additional panties, and six bags of twelve pairs of socks for each of them.

We found the towels and washrags next, and while we were stuffing two buggies full of the best Wal-Mart had I reminded the girls to sing out if they saw anything else they wanted.

"We not know what things are," Nancy said.

"I know that, but if you ask I'll tell you. We don't have to buy it just because you want to know what it is. If you wonder, ask," I said.

They smiled at that but surprisingly they didn't ask me nearly as many questions as I'd expected.

After I saw that this store now had both cornmeal and flour in the twenty-five pound bags I bought four each, along with sixteen four pound boxes of powdered milk. I hate powdered milk but cornbread hadn't been worth a shit without milk and biscuits just weren't work eating when made without it.

Yes, I knew that buttermilk would be much better for making cornbread or biscuits but I didn't see any powdered buttermilk here. I knew there was such a thing but these were emergency rations and I wasn't leaving without the ability to make at least passable bread.

After I decided we were done, we headed for the checkout, but I changed my mind on the way and detoured us toward sporting goods. Wal-Mart carried Buck brand knives and I might as well get started on a few. The girls were amazed when they saw the case of knives.

Of course I'd already given each of them one, but the case had so many different styles that they were spellbound. It may seem odd that women would be lusting after knives, but you have to remember that before they met me they did all their cutting, and there was a lot of it, with the sharp edges of rocks.

They only had two styles of sheath knife that I was interested in and I bought every one of both patterns. There were only six each and the guy didn't get exercised over it or anything. I also bought a Case * Sharks Tooth * lock-back folding knife each for all of us while we were there.

When we headed toward checkout again I remembered that I hadn't bought even one damned shovel and swerved us toward the hardware department. I knew right away that we didn't have the buggy capacity for this and I buttonholed one of the red smocked women on the way, telling her I would need assistance for a large purchase.

She used one of the phones on a column when we reached hardware to call a hardware red smock. When the guy got there I stumped them both by saying I wanted every shovel, hoe, rake, and yard broom they had. Finally I had caused a stir.

They recovered quickly though and in minutes four blue smocked men with wheeled platform type carts showed up. They were stacking things on in seconds while I went about pointing out other things to gather.

Three more helpers and four additional carts later we were being checked out and they had me back the pickup onto the front sidewalk so they could load things for me. I guess a four thousand dollar plus cash sale can get you some personal service, even at Wal-Mart.

We ran into a little static from an uppity checker over the clothes the girls were wearing but I furnished receipts for them. Unfortunately, I didn't have a receipt for the small Buck, folding-lock-blade, I'd palmed while the knife clerk was busy fetching what we were buying. On the other hand, I had left the box it came in near an earring display on the trip to the front. That particular Buck knife was already safely in my pocket.

When we had all our purchases in the pickup bed we sat down and took time for some iced tea I'd recently showed them how to make.

"Bill, shoes feel funny?" Helen said, between sips.

"Let me check your feet then. Do they hurt?"

"No. No hurt. Feel funny?" she said.

Of course funny was what they understood to mean anything out of the ordinary or humorous either, just like mostly everybody else I knew. I knelt before her and removed the one she said felt funniest along with that sock and then examined her foot. I couldn't even see any red spot on it where it might be trying to start a blister and I looked it over good. Then I did the other one and to be on the safe side I checked Nancy and Louise out after they admitted that their feet felt funny too.

"I don't see any problem on any of your feet, do they feel too tight?"

"No, but make leg feel funny?" Helen said, and pointed to her calf.

"Oh, that's because the heel is taller on the shoe than on your moccasins. It is making the muscle work differently," I said.

"Muscle different? Muscle go back moccasins?" she asked.

"Yes, it will be fine, but pay attention to your feet carefully. We don't want you to get any blisters," I said.

They all promised they would. Instead of making another trip into this store, I decided we should head toward Lone Star. It was going to be my base of operations for at least a few days.

We would have been out of town in a minute or two if we hadn't passed a Chevy dealership with a brand new four wheel drive, one ton, dual wheel, four door, Silverado up on its feature vehicle ramp. The damned thing even had a camper shell on already and the paint matched the arrest me red of the truck.

The pickup we were in was by far my all time favorite vehicle, but I needed the space of that four-door cab. I pulled in to check the price and it seemed reasonable to me. Of course it was higher than the cat's back but it was reasonable, especially since the thing was loaded, leather seats, chrome plated gear shift lever and all.

That Silverado was about to be mine, but I had to find out what my money situation was. I intended to max out any credit I could get at any bank but I still might run short for the things I just had to have. I could probably get this truck from GMAC for nothing down but I wanted to check my money anyway.

They let me borrow an office and I called my bank, asking for bookkeeping. After giving my account number to the gal that answered she put me on hold, and the president of the bank picked up in a few seconds. I only knew Milton in passing and wondered what the hell this was all about.

"It's good to hear from you, Bill. We received the large deposit day before yesterday and I was wondering if you wanted to put some of it in CDs? We can give you a very favorable rate," he said.

What in the hell was he talking about? I didn't have a clue about any large deposit. Then I remembered John and figured something must have happened to make him pay the loan back before I'd thought he could even start on it.

"Well, I was going to check my balance before I made a decision. That's why I called bookkeeping," I said.

"Oh, I see. I can give you that figure. Just a second," he said, and damned if he didn't put me on hold.

Of course the dumbass could give me that figure. But he had to call the very woman I'd been talking to for it. What did his ignorant ass want with me? Fucking bankers were getting worse than politicians.

"Still there, Bill?" he asked, when he came back on the line.

"Yes, I'm still here," I said, doing my best to sound pleasant. I was intending to end up fucking him nearly blind in the next two weeks and the least I could do was be nice about it.

"The balance is six-million, one hundred and twenty-six thousand twenty-one dollars and nineteen cents," he said.

I nearly said shit into the phone but realized I had to stay calm. I didn't have any fucking idea where that kind of money had come from or how it got into my account, but I couldn't let him know that. I just hoped like hell they didn't find the error before my two weeks were up.

Just then the voice spoke into my head again, "Our doing."

That was the second time I nearly shit my pants during this one phone call. Sometimes that voice could give me the willies when it came out of nowhere like that.

"We'd better hold off on the CDs for a while. I've got some substantial purchases coming up in the next two weeks and I'll need certified funds dispersed, probably on short notice," I said, amazed that I could even still think, much less come up with a plausible lie so quickly.

"Just call me directly for any of your needs, Bill. I'll take care of it personally," he said, and then rattled off his private line's number, as he called it.

I didn't even have to write it down since it was only one digit off the bank's main number and I knew that one by heart. I told him I'd need him to speak to a truck dealership in a few minutes and begged off to go make the deal. No wonder the cock sucker had sounded like a dick wouldn't melt in his mouth when he'd jumped into my call to bookkeeping.

I'd been talking to the sales manager about the pickup in the first place and I walked back to his office. He waved me in and asked me if we could come to an understanding on the truck.

"Maybe. I can get you a bank wire in half an hour if we can. Give me the low dollar on the truck, but only if you can have it hooked to my camper, full of fuel and ready to roll in two hours. No trade in to bother with either," I said.

It took him a few minutes to dig up the paperwork and a few more to get his figures straight and he shot me a price. I knew I could fuck around and probably save at least a few hundred, but what for? When you have six million dollars to spend in two weeks you can't be assing around, wasting precious time trying to save a couple of hundred bucks.

He agreed to dial my banker, so I gave him the number and waited while he did. Of course I had to sit through the * good to hear from you again * shit and then I turned him over to the sales manager so they could trade details. I walked out of his office so I wouldn't have to talk to Milton again.

The deal was done in ten more minutes and my new truck was already off the display ramp and headed for the service area. The sales manager came out to glad hand me again, and I was about to cop a mood over that when I saw a security guard standing near the cashier's window.

"Hey, is there a security guard company in this town," I asked the sales manager.

"Sure is, that's one of their men there. Do you need to talk to them about some security needs," he asked.

"As a matter of fact, I do. Can I use that office for a few more minutes?" I asked.

"Of course, in fact, I have one of their cards right here," he said, and damned if he didn't dig it out of his wallet and hand it to me.

Back in the borrowed office, I sat down and called. A woman answered the phone and when I told her I needed some men to watch something for me she switched me to a man. He told me he was Carl, the owner, when I asked.

When I said I'd rented a parking lot for trailer storage and mentioned where it was, he admitted to being familiar with it. I told him trucks would be dropping trailers and making other deliveries there for about two weeks, and that I wanted two men twenty-four seven, and at least six during daylight. Then I mentioned that four of the day men only needed to be laborers in case a truck came in with a partial load that needed to be placed in one of the empties that would arrive soon.

"I don't normally deal in any labor arrangements," he said.

"I can understand that, but I'm on a tight schedule and I'm in a bind. I'll pay double what you normally charge if you can handle this for me, and you don't need to look for cheap laborers, hire the best ones you can find. They may end up doing nothing at all but I need them there just the same," I said.

He was quiet for a few minutes, thinking about it I hoped, and then he came back with a proposal. Hell, it was lower than I thought it would be and I could tell he thought he was gouging.

"We've got a deal as far as I'm concerned. Can you take care of renting us a portable office for your men and getting a phone run to it?" I asked.

"Oh yeh, I can handle that, but it will be extra," he said.

"That's understood. My banker will call you in a few minutes and you can give him the total if you have it by then. He'll wire the money to your bank right away if that's acceptable."

It was perfectly acceptable with him and I considered that part of my new impromptu plan in place. When he hung up another call to Milton took care of the money part.

Not even back three hours yet and I was already deviating from my script, but it didn't cause me any worries. Improvisation had always been one of my strong suits. Changes would have to be made for me to fully take advantage of the new resources that had become available with no notice.

To me, it's never a hardship to find yourself with more money than you thought you had.