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A Little Place Called Heaven
Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: Humor, Author: WritersFriend, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories
cans and a half-empty bottle of booze, his driver’s license exposed. “Shit, Jake!” “I know, Cap. I’m sorry. I’ll just pack up my duffel and hit the road.” “You won’t get a ride way out here. And you’ll die of sunstroke before you can make the highway. I’ll take you over there.” “What about her?” He nodded at the closed bedroom door. “She’s not going anywhere in this heat.” I told Mrs. Periwinkle what was happening and gave Jake a lift. At the interstate he closed the passenger door and bent down to look in the open window. “Sorry again, Cap,” he said, and shrugged. “It’s only money.” *** When the old man called, he gave me some lame-ass excuse as to why it was going to take him another day to put the green together. By then I was morbid and defeated, and begrudgingly agreed. “How’s everything going?” he asked with what sounded like mirth in his voice. “Just get the money,” I said, and ended the call. Mrs. Periwinkle stood in the bedroom doorway in her pink bra and panties, holding the new French-green set up to her. “Would you like to see me in these?” she asked. I tried, unsuccessfully, to force saliva into my parched throat. I nodded. She went into the bathroom and started a tub. “You look all hot and sweaty,” she said. “Why don’t you come in here and join me?” I watched her take off her bra and panties. The tips of her breasts were pale pink, and a narrow strip of short red hair pointed down to her womanly charms. I stood up and started undressing, walking toward her. I ...