Thunder and Lightening
Chapter 34
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2004

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 hid 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 dyed 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.