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- Chapter 34

Posted: March 21, 2005 - 12:10:23 am



Jenny squealed in delight when Jerry marched into her house, picked her up, and

carried her off to her bedroom. His cast was off and he had come to claim his

girlfriend in the manner she desired. This particular visit wasn't unexpected.

In anticipation, Jenny had made sure that things would go smoothly and wore no

underwear beneath her clothes. When he tossed her onto the bed, she screamed in

delight even as her hands moved up to remove her clothes.

Undressing with clumsy fingers, Jerry stood at the foot of the bed looking down

at Jenny amazed at the expression of lust written on her face. Having troubles

with her blouse, she gave up and tore the front of her shirt open, sending

buttons across the room. The sight of her bare breasts motivated him to do the

same to his shirt. Fumbling with his belt, he managed to undo it. He dropped his

pants and boxers in a single move, discovering when he went to pull them off

that he hadn't removed his shoes.

By the time he managed to slip out of his shoes, Jenny was naked with her legs

spread on the bed. It took ten seconds for Jerry to kick off his pants and climb

onto the bed. He reached down to remove his socks, but Jenny said, "Fuck the

socks and start fucking me!"

The woman disappeared under Jerry as he mounted her. His huge size covered her

much smaller body. With her cunt being sopping wet, he encountered no problems

entering her. He pounded into her in the manner that she wanted, possessing her

with his sheer size and strength. She loved every minute of it, screaming out an

orgasm even as he entered her. Her screams of pleasure followed every minute she

was taken by the huge man.

He grunted, growled, and moaned as he worked his way to orgasm and beyond. It

hadn't been a marathon session, but he was sated and she was very satisfied.

When he went to move off her, she held him down enjoying the feeling of being

covered by his body. After a few minutes, they adjusted their positions such

that he was spooned against her back with a large arm holding her tight to his

chest. His hand cupped and fondled her breast, enjoying the feel of her hard

nipple against the palm of his hand. She cooed, "God, I needed that so much."

"You are too good for me," replied Jerry as his body slowly recovered from his

exertions. He slid his hand between her legs feeling her juices and his come

seeping out.

"My big man," she said as she pushed herself harder into his chest. His cock

nestled tight against her buttocks. She wiggled her ass enjoying the feel of it.

It was time to spring his surprise on her. He said, "I can stay the night if you

would like."

"You can?" she asked pleased to hear it. Jerry had never spent the night before.

"Yes, I can," answered Jerry.

She twisted in his embrace so that she was facing him. After giving him a hard

kiss, she said, "That's great."

"I doubt we'll get much sleep tonight," he said as his cock reacted to her kiss

and the hands that she had slipped down to fondle his cock.

"Good," she giggled rolling onto her back in a clear invitation for him to

resume his previous activity.

The next hour was spent making passionate love. His strong arms lifted and moved

her body around with ease, positioning her to give him easier access to all of

her charms. She moaned her pleasure throughout, encouraging him with statements

to the effect that he was to take her and make her his own. Amazed at her clear

enjoyment of their activities, Jerry found he was trying to please her in every

way that he could imagine. Lifting her body off the bed, he brought her pussy to

his mouth and ate her. The fact that he was strong enough to hold her up in such

a fashion triggered an orgasm in her. She kept moaning, "My big strong man."

For the second time that afternoon, he mounted her. This time, he lasted for

more than the few minutes of the previous time. When he finally came, grunting

like an animal, they were sweaty, exhausted, and happy. Again, he spooned her

and held her tightly to him. It didn't take them long to drift off to sleep.

He woke feeling her moving out from beside him. Opening his eyes, he asked, "Was

I smothering you?"

"No, my big man," answered Jenny with a satisfied smile, "I have to wash up a

little."

"Taking a shower?"

"Wanna join me?"

Jerry followed Jenny to the shower. They took turns washing each other. When she

reached the area that had been covered by the cast, she remarked, "Your arm is a

little smaller than the other."

It was true. He had lost a lot of strength in that arm and hoped that it

wouldn't be long before he replaced the muscles that had atrophied away. He

smiled and said, "I'll just carry you around until I get my strength back."

"Deal," she replied with a broad grin. Shaking her head, she said, "I couldn't

believe how you held me up while eating me out. God, I came so hard I thought I

would die."

Her words had come just as she was washing his cock with soapy hands. His cock

reacted to the sensations and rose in honor of her attentions. He looked down at

his cock, unable to believe that he was ready to go again. He said, "Better

stop."

She increased the hardness of her grip and jacked him off in the shower. It

didn't take long for him to shoot his third load of the evening. They washed

each other all over, stopping only when they ran out of hot water. Happy, Jerry

dried her body with a large fluffy towel. He stopped to taste her pussy,

explaining that he had to make sure that it was suitably clean. The effect was

to get it wet all over again.

Dry and temporarily sated, they wandered into the living room. On entering,

Jenny squealed and pointed to the door. She exclaimed, "We left the front door

open."

Jerry went over and closed it, unconcerned if anyone saw him shut the door. He

grinned and said, "Sorry. I guess I was a little excited."

Laughing, she grabbed his arm and hugged it. She commented, "I'm not sure which

one of us was more excited. God, that was great."

"You are an amazing woman, Jenny. Have I told you how much I love you?"

"Tell me? Oh, you showed me in the way that I love the best," answered Jenny.

Even thinking back on the activities of the past few hours excited her. Ever

since he had been shot, she had fantasized about him coming in and picking her

up like that to take her like a strong man can take a woman.

He reached down and picked her up, cradling her body in his strong arms. Years

of being ashamed for his size, it was so nice to have a woman in his life that

appreciated him for it. He didn't have to apologize for being large. After

kissing her, he said, "God, I love you so much that I don't know how to say it."

She was amazed that he could pick her up like that just to give her a kiss.

Running a hand through his hair, she replied, "You don't have to say a word,

just keep picking me up like this."

Jerry laughed as he carried her over to the couch. He sat down with her settling

into his lap. He bent his head down and kissed her breast. The pink areola

topped by a stiff excited nipple announced her body's pleasure. She cooed. In

response, he said, "You are so sexy."

"I plan to make you back up your words with actions in a little while," she said

with a giggle.

"We've got all night."

Curious about how he ended up with the entire night free, she asked, "Where are

the kids?"

The question provoked a frown. He answered, "Bill is staying with Abe tonight.

Melissa is visiting her mother."

"She's what?" screamed Jenny twisting around to face him.

"Yes, she's visiting her mother," said Jerry. He had fought to keep it from

happening, but there wasn't much he could do about it. Bored at sitting at home,

Melissa had taken to calling her mother while he was at work.

Jenny could see that the topic was upsetting Jerry. It wasn't a good sign that

Melissa was visiting her mother. She wondered what would be the long-term

consequences of this visit. Odd were good that they would be very bad for Jerry.

She leaned forward and stroked his face as she said, "Don't worry. Everything

will work out."

Smiling at her concern, he said, "Don't worry about it. We've got tonight

together."

After an excellent evening and night spent with Jenny, Jerry drove the pickup

truck over to his ex-wife's house. Not only was he feeling good as a result of

the previous night, it felt great driving the standard transmission truck again.

Despite his dour predictions about what he'd find at his ex-wife's house, even

they couldn't put a dent in his good mood.

He pulled up to the curb in front of the house, prepared to go to the door and

face a major confrontation. Instead, he saw that Melissa was sitting on the

front step with her overnight bag by her side. Without a backward glance at the

house, she grabbed her bag and headed over to the truck. Getting in, she

mumbled, "Let's get the hell out of here."

It was obvious that she was upset, but he didn't know how to broach the subject.

He knew that it wouldn't be a good move to sound rejoiced that the major

confrontation hadn't occurred. He pulled away from the curb and headed up the

street while trying to think of something to say. At the end of the street, he

asked, "Do you want to tell me about it?"

Her lips trembled, showing the degree to which she was upset. Fighting back

tears, Melissa said, "She passed out fucking drunk last night by eight. I was

left in the house doing nothing. This morning, she was drinking screwdrivers for

breakfast."

"I'm sorry," said Jerry realizing that the night must have been pretty bad for

her to complain to him. He wondered if his ex-wife had a drinking problem before

he left her, but he didn't recall any signs of that.

The entire visit had been horrible for Melissa. Her mother gotten drunk and

spent the night sprawled out on the couch, in a nightgown that showed more than

it hide and with drool seeping out the corner of her mouth. That was bad, but

the time before she had passed out was even worse. In her drunken state, the

woman had said a lot of nasty things in trying to explain why she had dumped her

daughter. The poor girl had listened as her mother patiently explained how money

was so much more important than she was. It was incredulous to Melissa that her

mother actually thought her words would make her feel better.

When they got on the highway to head towards the house, she said, "She told me

that I was part of her revenge on you. As long as I was living with you, I'd be

costing you money. She even laughed about it, thinking that it was funny. She

didn't understand why I was upset by that."

"Hey, I got you and Bill in the divorce and that's what I really wanted. Don't

forget that I wanted you guys. All she got was a little money and that will be

gone soon," replied Jerry. Shaking his head, he added, "I'm sorry your mother

treated you so poorly."

Melissa thought about his last comment wondering if it was an apology or a real

expression of sorrow. She decided that it was the former and said, "It's not

your fault."

Her comment surprised Jerry. He corrected her, "I meant that I feel sorry for

you that your mother treated you so poorly. I can see that it hurt you a lot and

I feel bad for you."

"Oh," she replied. She wondered why he would care. If anyone should have cared,

it should have been her mother. The problem was that her mother hadn't cared.

She flashed on the image of her mother passed out on the living room couch. She

had looked like a drunken whore in some low budget film. It had been obscene in

a way that she wasn't able to express.

Jerry didn't reply as he continued to drive to the house. His thoughts were on

his ex-wife's behavior and her treatment of Melissa. He had expected Melissa to

come home breathing fire and full of her mother's nonsense. The moody quiet

Melissa was not what he had expected at all.

"I saw the waterfall at the house. It looks real nice there," commented Melissa.

She had wanted to tell her mother that Bill had made it, but changed her mind

after her mother had insulted her a couple of times. She decided that it was

better that her mother would never know who had actually made it.

"Ah, where did she put it?" asked Jerry.

"In the formal living room," answered Melissa. It had been the best place in the

house to hang it.

Recalling the living room, Jerry commented, "Good place for it."

The conversation died out at that point. Jerry concentrated on driving through

the traffic. It seemed like there wasn't such a thing as rush hour any more. In

the early morning the roads were filled with people going to work. In the

mid-morning, people were heading out to shop. At noon, the traffic was of people

going out to lunch. Mid-afternoon the traffic picked up again as kids got out of

school. In the evening, the roads filled with people returning home from work.

After that, people headed out in their cars to eat dinner.

Melissa noticed where they were and asked, "Can we go home?"

"That's where I'm headed now," answered Jerry confused by her question.

"No, I mean our real home. Not that horrible place you live now," said Melissa

refusing to think of that horrible house as a home. It was a temporary living

place, worse than a hotel, but better than the street.

"Okay," answered Jerry. The exit he needed to take was coming up and he signaled

his intent to move over to the right lane. A driver in the right lane sped up to

keep him from changing lanes. Jerry slowed down, as did the other driver. Jerry

swore and looked over at the other car trying to figure out what was the

problem. The man was looking over the paint job of the truck. Jerry shook his

head realizing that he could expect that problem from now on.

"What a jerk," commented Melissa when she noticed what was happening. Looking

out the window at the other driver, she gave the widely known one figure salute

to the other driver. The man driving the car sped off returning the gesture.

Jerry changed lanes just in time to take his exit. The rest of the drive to the

old house went without a hitch.

Jerry was about to pull into the driveway, but stopped short when he realized

that a huge dumpster blocked the way. Instead of parking in the driveway, he

parked behind one of the trucks parked along the curb. He smiled and said,

"Looks like they are working on the house already."

"I can see that," replied Melissa watching one of the men carry a large piece of

wallboard to the dumpster.

"Let's see how the work is coming," suggested Jerry as he climbed out of the

truck.

Melissa was slow to follow him out of the truck. She wasn't looking forward to

seeing the interior of the house being dismantled. That house represented home

to her and seeing it destroyed had broken her heart.

Jerry stepped into the house and greeted George, "Hello, George. I see that the

work has begun."

George smiled and said, "The boss is over there. I think he would like to talk

to you."

Melissa stared at the interior of the house. The carpets had been removed,

wallboard in the living room had been torn out, and the appliances in the

kitchen removed. She walked around the house looking in the various rooms. In

the main bathroom, the sink, toilet, and shower were gone.

A man carrying a couple pieces of wallboard barked at her to get out of his way

and she scurried to her old room feeling like an unwelcome guest in it. The

carpet had been ripped out, but the walls hadn't been touched except for the

damage done by her mother. She looked at the huge holes in the wall and shook

her head. She couldn't help but ask why her mother had damaged her room. It

seemed so unfair.

She fled the room feeling as if she had been violated and caught up with her

father in the kitchen. Another man who she didn't recognize was talking with

Jerry. She arrived in time to hear him say, "Someone has to pick out cabinets

and appliances for the kitchen."

Jerry noticed Melissa and smiled. Turning to her, he asked, "Would you like to

work with Jenny picking out stuff for the house?"

Melissa stared at Jerry in shock, amazed that he would consider her suggestions.

She asked, "What rooms?"

The other man answered, "Kitchen, two bathrooms, living room, dining room, and

the three bedrooms all have to be refinished. We're adding a den."

Turning to her father, she asked, "I would work with Jenny?"

"Yes," he answered wondering if that was going to be a problem. He expected

Jenny to become his wife and, if they moved into this house, he didn't want her

to redecorate everything.

"You want me to decorate the house with your girlfriend?"

"Yes, if you want to help out."

Melissa was puzzled at the offer. She didn't dislike Jenny, but then she didn't

really like the woman either. Even though Jenny had helped her out after being

dye green, she hadn't gotten over her opinion of Jenny as white trash. She

wondered what would be the result of mixing white trash tacky and good taste

together in a single house. She'd never heard of a decorating style called

tasteful tacky. She frowned and said, "We can try, I guess."

"Good," said Jerry, "she knows the budget that we're working against. I'm sure

that you'll get along fine with her."

Melissa raised an eyebrow at his optimism. Images of garish paintings on black

velvet hanging on the wall flashed through her mind. She replied, "Well, I don't

know if our tastes in décor really match."

Laughing as he thought about the Crimson Rose and the attention to detail that

Jenny had put into decorating it, Jerry said, "You might be surprised."

"Okay," she agreed believing that she wouldn't be surprised at all by the

woman's lack of taste in décor. There was one thing that she was positive about,

Jerry had no taste in decorating a house. She still couldn't get over the fact

that he had a bent fender hanging on the wall in his house.

Jerry paused for a moment and then said, "Ask Bill how he wants his room done."

"Why?"

"It will be his room," answered Jerry.

Visions of tacky shag carpet, leather furniture, and posters of naked women hung

on the walls flashed through her mind. She shook her head and said, "He's gonna

ruin the rest of the house."

"You'll be surprised by your brother," replied Jerry shaking his head.

The other man had listened to the conversation and interrupted, "All we need for

the bedrooms are the light fixtures, carpets, outlet covers, and color for the

paint."

Melissa realized that she didn't really know what needed to be purchased to

finish each room. She realized that having Jenny help her might be a good idea.

She nodded and said, "Right. I knew that."

The man smiled and added, "You'll need to get a copy of the floor plans from me

so you'll know the size of each room."

"Oh, yeah. I guess we will," agreed Melissa as she realized that the project was

even bigger than she had thought.

Jerry glanced down at his watch and said, "Hey, we better get going. I need to

get to the store and make sure that things are going all right there."

Following behind her father, Melissa was busy thinking about decorating the

house. She'd be picking out carpets, wallpaper, light fixtures, and other stuff.

Her mind was close to overloading with the project. She mumbled, "Yeah, it might

be good to have Jenny working with me on this."

Jerry heard her comment and said, "You'll be working together. She's got the

final say on what gets purchased since she's in charge of the budget."

"Sure," said Melissa.

Jerry made his way back to the highway remembering how he hated this drive. He

wondered if he really wanted to move back into that house. Although he wanted to

stay in his current neighborhood, there were three problems with that plan.

Melissa hated living there and would never tire of letting him know that. Bill

wanted to continue going to their old school and that required him to live in

that neighborhood. Jenny wouldn't want to live in that neighborhood, even though

she had no problems visiting it.

Melissa interrupted his thoughts when she asked, "Does Bill really hate me?"

Surprised by the question, Jerry glanced over at her and saw that she really

wanted to know the truth. He answered, "If I were a betting man, I'd have to bet

that he does hate you."

"Why?" asked Melissa confused at the fact that her brother hated her.

"I would have to say that you never really treated him very nicely. Beating his

moped with a hammer probably set his feelings towards you in concrete," answered

Jerry.

Melissa was quiet as she considered the answer. She didn't think that she had

treated him that bad in the past. She asked, "What did I do that was so bad?"

Shaking his head, Jerry asked, "What would you think of someone that treated you

like you treated him?"

"I'd hate them," answered Melissa automatically. Realizing what she had said,

she added, "Of course, I'm a girl and girls get treated differently."

"See, that's where you're wrong. You have to treat everyone just as well as you

would like to be treated by them. It doesn't matter what gender or race they

are. You have to treat everyone just like you want to be treated," commented

Jerry realizing as he said it that his life had changed the day he started

putting that into practice. When he stopped being angry and treating people

poorly as a result of that anger, they started being nice to him.

The concept was totally foreign to Melissa. She countered, "Some people are in

better classes than others. You have to be nicer to the better classes."

Jerry chuckled at the idea and knew that idea came straight from his ex-wife.

She was always prattling about social classes and people knowing their places in

society. He said, "The people that care about that stuff are assholes. If you

want to bow down to someone because someone else thinks they are better than you

are, then you've got a problem. You're just as good as anyone else. Of course,

you aren't any better than anyone else either."

"Huh?"

"That's the American way," said Jerry with a grin.

"Oh," replied Melissa. She knew that she was going to have to think that one

over for a while. It didn't seem right to her that someone that went to the

country club was just as good as the people living in a slum. It did strike her

as ironic that she was now one of the slum crowd when before she could have been

one of the country club set. Of course, it wasn't her fault that she was living

there. She suspected that most of the people in that neighborhood believed the

same thing she did, it wasn't their fault they lived there.

After threading his way around the potholes in the street, Jerry pulled up to

the curb. He stopped the truck and said, "I'll call Jenny and ask her to stop by

the house after she closes up the restaurant this afternoon. You and her can do

a little shopping this afternoon."

"Thanks," said Melissa as she climbed out of the truck.

Jerry watched her go into the house and then made his way to the store. It was

nice that they now had a full compliment of employees. At least he wasn't stuck

working from opening to closing every day. It had given him an early evening to

get the cast removed and to spend with Jenny. It had also given him a late

morning to pick up Melissa and check on the house.

He parked his truck in the back of the store and entered through the back door.

The first person he saw was Martin. He raised his arms and said, "I've got both

arms again."

Smiling at the demonstration of the good news, Martin said, "Good thing. We

received that short block this morning. Someone needs to carry it out of the

front of the store."

Jerry joked, "I knew that the only reason I have this job is because of my

strong back and weak mind."

"You can say that again," Martin quipped with a wink. He turned with a laugh and

went to pull some parts.

As Jerry approached the front counter, Mike said, "I see you got the cast off.

Just in time. A short block was delivered this morning."

Jerry interrupted, "And someone has to carry it into the back."

"You got it," Mike replied with a grin.

Karen came from the back and saw Jerry. With a smile, she said, "You got your

cast off. Great. A short block..."

Shaking his head, Jerry finished her statement for her, "was delivered this

morning and someone needs to carry it to the back."

"Oh, you knew."

Jose entered the front of the store and said, "Hey, there's a short block here."

Giving up, Jerry walked around the counter to carry the short block to the back

of the store. Instead of finding what he expected, he was surprised to see a

cake with the figure of a strong man on it. He laughed at the joke and turned to

look at everyone in the store. Martin had slipped up behind him to be present

when he discovered the cake. Touched by the gesture, he said, "Okay, you got me.

I don't know what to say. You all shouldn't have done that."

"That's right," commented Mike with a grin.

Karen said, "I've been dying to eat that all morning. Start cutting it up and

give me a piece of it."

The simple act of cutting and serving the cake gave Jerry far more pleasure than

he would have predicted. Not only did the gesture of them providing the cake

contribute to his feelings, but also it felt good to be able to use two hands

again. As he handed out pieces of the cake, he was surprised to find Abe

reaching for a portion. Putting the plate in the young man's hand, he asked,

"Why aren't you in school?"

Abe bristled and said, "School doesn't start until Monday."

"I know," replied Jerry with a grin.

"School doesn't start until Monday and I'm getting paid to eat cake. I'll

probably have to have three or four helpings before I get back to laboring for

my money. Life is so good sometimes," Abe replied after realizing that Jerry was

joking with him.

Jerry laughed at the young man and shook his head. He should have known that Abe

would have a comeback. There were times when he really missed the fact that Abe

wasn't living next door to him any more. He grinned and said, "Didn't you know

that I clocked you out? You aren't getting paid."

"What?" Abe asked sounding very upset.

Mike, thinking Abe was actually upset, said, "Abe, he's kidding."

Abe stepped back and ate a piece of his cake with a smile. When he swallowed his

bite, he said, "That's okay. I'm not even supposed to work today. I just came by

for some cake."

Jerry nearly dropped his piece of cake at the comment. Thinking over the

schedule, he realized that Abe was right. He looked over at the young black man

grinning at him. He knew better than to try and match wits with Abe. Knowing the

answer, he asked, "So what do you call Henry?"

"Sir," answered Abe with a cringe. He'd been surprised when Henry had picked him

up and held him upside down by his ankles after he had called him 'Shit head' as

a joke. Since then, he had been a lot more respectful of the big man.

"I told you he was smart," said Martin with a wink.

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