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From: "Simple Man" <man.simple@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} The Christmas Gift
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Date: Sat, 24 Dec 2005 05:10:01 -0500
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The Christmas Gift

   By Simple Man (short story - fiction)





   Friday December 23, 2005



   I looked out my apartment window and saw the sign, "Apartment Available"
and wondered who had moved out.  The thought came and went and I thought no
more about it.  Online I had just ordered my tent and sleeping bag, my sort
of Christmas gift to myself in preparation for my first Jeep trail ride
during the coming summer months.  I had quite a bit more to get ready
including my relatively new 2005 Jeep Wrangler SE for off-road adventure
and had already made reservations with my Jeep dealer for the retrofit.  I
may have been 60 years old but my spirit for adventure and love for the
outdoors had never waned over the years and I was looking forward to having
some fun again.



   The boys at the dealership (Telegraph Chrysler Jeep) were avid Jeep
enthusiasts and usually just had to prep incoming new vehicles, so mine
after the sale was a welcome challenge to get really serious about the
transformation.  I rented a car for a week and just let them do as they
wished with the Mopar off road package in the mean time with the $4,000 I
had given them.  You never have seen a bunch of happier guys in your life.
They cleared out a service bay and ordered the package.  However, I made it
clear that I had to drive it on-road to work every day, so nothing too
extreme.  Their smiling faces had me worried.  A few of the guys were Gulf
War veterans and my Vietnam Veteran license plate and age must have given
them honor for my Jeep and for me as all of them came up to shake my hand.
It was a warm moment between men that had seen the other side of peace and
had fought for it.



   Saturday December 24, 2005



   A battered yellow Jeep Wrangler CJ rolled into the driveway and out
stepped a fine looking woman, in her early thirties I would guess, to look
at the vacant apartment.  She was a rather small woman but very cute from
what I could see and the older Jeep had clearly seen better days.  She
interested me, partly because she arrived in a Jeep and mostly because she
was pretty.  Hey I know I'm older but some women don't mind that and she
was definitely worth at least one good try.  The license plate on the CJ
was Michigan so the Jeep was not out of state and I could see that it was
crammed full of possibly everything she owned.  My immediate reaction was
that she was down on her luck and maybe needed a man like me to help her to
get back on track, whatever track that was.  I lived alone and made good
money, some of it sure could go her way.



   The landlord was an elderly couple I had met at church and friends with
my sister who lived nearby which resulted I my getting an apartment here.
However her tone with the pretty applicant was less than encouraging.  The
CJ owner wore a waitress uniform and her nametag said "Carol" so I jumped
right in as I somehow was standing by the outdoor mailboxes.



   "Carol is that really you!  You look good.  How long has it been?  Are
you moving into this apartment?" I asked.



   "You two know each other?" the landlord said.



   "I certainly do, and I can vouch for her if need be"



   This word coming from me was like coming from the word of God to the
landlord and she agreed to let the woman have the apartment.  The $600
deposit and 1st months rent were due tomorrow before she could move in. 
The landlord then left and the woman stood looking at me.



   "I guess I should thank you, but I don't think I have ever seen you
before."



   "How about a hot cup of coffee, I just brewed some?"



   With a look of relief she accepted my offer and entered my apartment and
stood silent looking around, her eyes wide.



   "You're apartment is really nice, I love this furniture and the pictures
and the table and, oh, the kitchen is wonderful."



   I let her take it all in, suspecting she had come from less in the way
of habitats.



   "Is everything you own in that Jeep CJ outside?"



   "Yes, oh what must you think of me?"



   "I am reminded of when I first arrived here, I had less than you."



   "Well, it does not look like it now, you're place is beautiful."



   "It is not beautiful, you are beautiful, and if you have no place to
stay tonight, you can stay here.  Do you have the deposit money and the
rent money?"



   "No, I don't have that much money."



   "Well then, you will stay with me tonight, I'll sleep on the couch, and
tomorrow we will go pay the deposit and the 1st months rent.  Someday you
can pay me back."



   "Why would you do this for me, you don't even know me?"



   "That yellow CJ outside means we are kindred spirits, and Jeep owners
stick together.  This is your adventure and I am just your guide."



   "Look, I come from."



   "I don't care where you come from; you are here now and need help.  I
don't want to know your past; I only wish to help with your future."



   "Why would you wish to do that?"



   "Because I would like to have a companion close by that would be willing
from time to time to accompany me on Jeep trail rides."



   Suddenly the color returned to her face and she seemed to smile and the
freckles sprouted all over her face framed by her red hair under a
kerchief, she was really cute.  She went outside to pull her CJ into the
parking lot and gather some of her things, then returned with a hopeful
look on her face.  I welcomed her in with a kiss that took me moments to
get my nerve up.  She did not seem startled or offended and returned the
kiss with more passion than I had a right to receive.  It was time for
dinner.



   "You hungry?"



   "Starved." she responded.



   I toasted several slices of bread and then diced them up, mixing them
into the ground beef along with an egg and some garlic powder and then
began kneading it into a loaf for the greased pan at my side.  Carol
preheated the oven and placed the loaf in the pan and covered it in ketchup
with salt and pepper while I peeled potatoes.  I told Carol it was nice
having a woman work with me in the kitchen and she told me it was nice
being with a man that was gentle and loving.  There was a moment of looking
into each others eyes, feeling the need, saying nothing because it was all
too sudden and we both knew it.  But in a small galley kitchen two bodies
will bump getting dinner ready and I know she enjoyed that as much as I
did.



   Being so close to Christmas, I had no time to know her yet, but she had
many needs, most of all furniture for her new apartment, and that meant
everything.  She worked at the local Denny's nights and certainly made
enough to pay the rent, utilities and buy food, but not enough for
furniture and everything else she needed.  With my signature on the dotted
line it all became real for her while she collected tips and came back to
my place dead tired.  More than once she fell asleep in the bathtub only to
be awakened by me with a warm towel later in the morning.  She seemed to
enjoy being taken care of like that before becoming fully awake.  Her naked
body was beautiful to look at.



   Sunday December 25, 2005



   I let her sleep while I went over to her new apartment to arrange the
final touches, towels in the bathroom, sheets and bedspread , pillows and
toiletries.  I stocked the cupboards of her kitchen with all manner of
foods and staples.  While she slept, I worked.  A few faux plants, some
pictures on the walls, a few good books and a television on a nice stand. I
wrapped a large ribbon and bow on the front door and closed it.  A few
neighbors waved and I waved back.



   Christmas is a time of giving and the sprit that lay within all men that
have given freely lay in God's hands.  I expected nothing in return, she
was a lovely woman and seeing the hope in her eyes was all I needed and was
all I would ever need.  I entered my own apartment and went to brew some
coffee.  Walking out of my bedroom in a nighty that should have been
reserved for her husband she sauntered into the kitchen bleary eyed drawn
to the aroma of the brewing coffee like a fly to flypaper.  Her legs and
thighs were bare as were her feet.  To imagine that I was not aroused was
nonsense; I was a man, nothing more.  Soft, silky, youthful, I stood there
mesmerized by her simple beauty in the morning.  She simply gave me a
sleepy smile and reached for a cup.



   With a cup of black freshly brewed coffee in her she came to life and
kissed me like it was an old habit, but one with love attached.  The spicy
hot pork sausage was in one pan, pancakes in the other and she sat at the
table sipping her second cup of coffee watching me make breakfast.  I don't
think she knew it was Christmas or it did not matter that much to her, but
that was about to all change.  She was hungry, both her body and soul were
hungry and it was time to fill both with what she needed most.  I watched
her eat as if she were starved, seeing her breasts heave as she breathed,
the small curve of innocent little breasts that marked her as a woman
hidden behind transparent fabric.  The real maple syrup was certainly
something she liked and she ate like a lumberjack.  When she was finished I
told her it was about time to get dressed and go home.



   She came out of the bedroom fully dressed in her waitress uniform with
tears in her eyes as she struggled to gather up her belongings.  I stood by
the door ready to open it, the look of trust gone from her eyes.  She
stepped out into the winter morning, Christmas morning, and scuffled down
the walkway to the apartment she had rented.  Her eyes downcast and puffy
with tears when the bright red bow welcomed her.  She just stood there in
full disbelief, wiping her eyes to regain sight.  From behind her a man
pressed against her with a familiar smell, a loving man, one she had gotten
used to.



   "You might need this." handing her the key.



   The ribbon and bow had rendered her hands useless and I opened the door
just enough to unhitch the lock.  She pushed the door open and squealed
before falling limp in my arms.  This was my reward for helping her, an
emotion so intense she could not endure it so she fainted.  Half the
apartment people were at their open doors to see what happened and watched
me lift her limp form into my arms and carry her in.  Setting her on her
own couch I stood up, preparing to leave.  In one fleeting moment it
happened and God gave me my Christmas.



   "Daddy, don't leave!"

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