1. The Plumber's Daughter Chapter 3


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: beagle9690, Rating: 90.2, Source: sexstories.com

    very special one for my Mom. I hitched a ride into town, and…” Marie interrupted “You were hitchhiking rides at nine years old?” “I did and I wasn’t supposed. Mom didn’t drive and Dad was always working and we were going through some tough times then and money was short. The milk hauler on the way to the dairy with our raw milk picked me up a couple of miles from our farm and dropped me off in town, where Mrs. Clark and Susan brought me back. The Clark’s never saw hard times; Mrs. Clark was a school teacher and her husband a Veterinarian. I didn’t want to go with them because my parents will find out I hitchhiked. They saw me in the store alone I was busted. Wow, what a scolding I received from Mrs. Clark; she was going to drive me straight home and tell my mother until I showed her the Christmas present I bought for my Mom with my own money. She softened her tone and stopped talking to wipe her eyes with a tissue from her purse. “Was that Susan you-know-who Clark?” “Yes it was. Susan had my back. She convinced her mother not to say anything to my parents. Susan offered to help me wrap the gift. I went home with them actually and telephoned my Mom to let her know I was having lunch with the Clark’s; it was Susan’s idea. Before I left I had to promise Mrs. Clark to stop hitchhiking though, and she hugged me and kissed.” Did you promise?” “Yes, but it didn’t count because my fingers were crossed.” “Was Susan aware you broke your promise to her mother?” Yes and she didn’t tell ...
    because she wanted something from me.” “What did Susan want?” I asked. “I can’t tell you, Marie; it is a secret and I didn’t cross my fingers. Susan made sure of that.” “Why won’t you tell me even after all these years, you were children for goodness sake” wondering what it was he promised Susan. “Even after these years, Marie, I haven’t broken a promise and have kept my word to her ever since and she to me.” “You were a naughty boy.”“ Yes I was and I’m going to be a naughty boy when we get home.” “What did you buy your Mom Patrick?” I bought her White Shoulders Dusty Powder.” Patrick: LOOKING THROUGH THE TELEPHONE BOOK, we found some numbers to call and found a small Italian Market that will grind our sausage almost identical to Marie’s father’s exacting specifications if we brought them the red wine. While we were in that wonderful little market, Marie bought our grating cheese: Pecorino Romano, Asiago, and Parmigianino Reggiano. We will grate the chunks by hand. Marie also bought three big wood spoons and warned me that they were for sauce and pasta only. Marie talked about the all the appetizers she was going to make for me, such as stuffed hot peppers with provolone cheese and peppers provolone with anchovies, her favorite. I said, ‘Wow, and I thought celery with cream cheese on it was a big deal,” and I got hit playfully on the ass with one of her big spoons for that remark. My big purchase for the day was a gallon of chocolate milk. Marie: WHEN WE ARRIVED HOME, I went ...
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