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Unexpected Company
Part 2
by Eric Shon



     The ringing phone next to my head rattled me out of my slumber.  By
the second ring my eyes were open, but I was disoriented.  By the third
ring I discovered that I had racked out in the recliner, the TV still going
and now on some religious show, and that it was mid-morning.  I picked
it up on the fourth ring.
     "Hello?"
     "Uncle Alvin?  It's Renate!"
     "Hi, sweetheart!  How are you?  Where are you?"
     "I'm great!  I'm in town, but I don't know how to get to you!"
     "Hold tight," I grunted....  For the second day in a row I climbed out
of my slumber to the ringing of the phone, and then climbed out of my
bed, as it were, to drive into town to bring someone to my home.
     Strangely enough, Renate wound up at the same 7-11 store in
Morden, and was sitting on the same bench as Concita the day before.  I
couldn't mistake her for the shock of red hair that she had always had. 
The only difference was the length.  Where the last time I saw her I
remember long locks of fine red, now there was a very conservative cut
with little hang and almost no movement when she turned her head.  She
was wearing a pair of cutoff blue jeans and a plaid shirt buttoned up
half-way over a strapless halter.
     Renate recognized me as soon as I hopped out of the truck.  She
sprinted toward me screaming, "Uncle Alvin!"  She leapt up to me and
wrapped her arms around me and planted big kisses all over my face.
     "Uncle Alvin!  I'm so happy to see you!"
     "Same here kiddo," I said, not really sure why this kid I barely knew
was so happy to see me.  
     "I followed your directions as best I could remember them, but I just
couldn't find your house!" she said, panting excitedly.
     "Rennie, when did I ever give you directions?"
     "Back when you came home for Christmas!"
     "That was two years ago!"
     "No, Uncle Alvin," she said, shaking her head.  "Three years.  I
remember."
     "OK, kid.  Hop in your car and follow me."  She spun immediately
and plopped into her car.

*  *  *

    "Oh, Uncle Alvin!  Your house is awesome!"  Renate looked around
in fascinated awe.
    "How 'bout a tour?"  She answered with a nod.  I gestured toward the
kitchen.  "There's the kitchen..."  She looked at me with a sly grin.
    "Duh!  I thought it was the out-house!"  Her girlish laugh
reverberated off the tile walls and seemed to fill my home with warmth. 
I laughed back and walked into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee.
    "You want some?" I said over my shoulder as I emptied yesterday's
coffee into the sink.
    "Sure.  So I see you did some last minute cleaning for me, huh?"
    I turned to see her looking at Concita's bucket.  "Well, no.  If I had
started on the mess, I'd be working on it until Wednesday.  I had some
help."
     Renate smiled at me and turned out of the kitchen.  "Come on. 
Show me the rest of the house."
     I followed her into the living room where she sprinted across the
open space and dived into the couch.  "Uncle Alvin, your house is so
cool!  You built this all by yourself?"
    "Um...well, yeah.  Sorta."  Renate faced the floor-to-ceiling windows
and stretched, basking in the mid-day sun.  She reached her arms up
over her head and stretched, her back arching, cat-like, her half-
buttoned shirt pulling open and her chest jutting out, her breasts
straining against the underwire of the strapless top.  I took her in from
head to toe, her long legs writhing in the pleasure of her long stretch,
her rear end pressing back while her flat tummy pushed its way forward
above the snap of her jeans, snaking its way up to her chest.  On her
face was pure joy, and she looked at me with half closed eyes, icy blue
and clear.  My mouth was thick with saliva when I tried to speak: 
"Um... C-call me Al."
    "Hmmm?"  She blinked.
    "You don't have to call me 'Uncle Alvin.'  Just call me Al."
    "OK, Uncle Alv--  Uncle Al."  she giggled at her awkwardness.  "Is it
all this beautiful?"
    "That's just what I was wondering," swam up into my brain as what
to say next, but luckily I caught myself.  What was I thinking?  This is
my sister's kid!  KID!
    "Uhh...Well, see for yourself!"  I decided to just show her around
without any narrative.  I had planned it to be a fairly simple dwelling
with touches of modern convenience, and what I wound up with was the
rustic elegance of a mountain lodge.  I showed her my den with my
portfolios and papers sprawled out mid-project.  She seemed genuinely
interested in my brief explanations of what I do for a living and what my
current project was.
     We walked down the hallway through the rear of the house.  When
we came to the master bedroom--my bedroom-- she looked in and
asked, "Is this where I sleep?"
    I chuckled and said, "Nope, this is my room."  Then I looked in and
saw the bed, covers still strewn about from yesterday's wake-up. 
Anyone would have to assume that this room was already occupied, so
why did she ask me that?
    I led her to the next room and said, "This is yours."  It's equally as big
as the master bedroom, but it isn't attached to the bathroom like mine is. 
A guest has to walk down the hall to enter the same bathroom that my
bedroom is attached to.
    "What's this room?" Renate asked me as we entered it.
    "I'm not sure yet," I said, looking around at the exposed studs and the
bare pine floor of the unfinished room.  "I first planned it to be a
workout room, but working out alone sucks.  I'd rather keep going to
the club.  Then I thought of it as a rumpus room, maybe with a bar, but I
never have friends over...just one at a time."  My mind flashed briefly to
Carolyn from Waldo's pub, and then to Stacey, whom I hadn't had
over...yet.  "But maybe it'll be a playroom for my kids...if I ever have
any."
    "It's the idea room!" she said with a big smile.  She looked at me and
said, "You'll think of something!"
    We made our way outside and she leaned against the rail overlooking
the river.  The soft, late Summer breeze sang in the leaves of the trees,
and it played with the strands of her hair, seemingly aflame in the bright
sunlight.  She took a deep breath and tilted her face up into the sun,
squinting her eyes shut.  She stretched, once again arching her back so
languorously, only this time she removed her shirt and dropped it to the
floor.  This time the vision was more than I could bear.  The sun danced
on her shoulders and traced lines down her right side.  It blazed in her
hair.  With her shirt gone I had a full view of her rear end in the cutoffs,
and as I gazed upon it, the word "perfect" ran through my mind.  She
turned to me, seemingly as if in slow motion, and she placed her back
and hands against the rail.  My eyes ran a slow race up her legs, over the
womanly swell of her hips, her velvet-smooth tummy, her breasts
pushed up and in by the wires in her halter, her lips a faint dash of pink
in her pale, freckled face, her eyes blue daggers framed by the orange
corona of her sun-flamed hair.  This was one incredibly beautiful woman
standing before me, and she was of my own flesh and blood.  But I
couldn't help the reaction I was having as the blood swelled my penis to
full erection in my jeans.
    The sounds of the wind and the birds in the trees faded to silence as
her lips very slowly parted and her eyelids approached each other,
kissed, and parted, and she spoke to me: "Great Dick!"
    My soul smiled briefly, but then my brain interrupted with the
warning that something terrible had just occurred.  Renate slammed
back into harsh focus and my mind screamed.  I jumped, perhaps a bit
noticeably, and stammered, "What?!"  I tried to cover up without
actually covering up.  Had she noticed?  What would she think?
    "I said, 'This is a great deck!'"  She walked over to the spot where the
hot tub was to go in.  "What's this hole in your deck for?"
    Very briefly the image of her beautiful face accepting a direct shot
from the erupting head of my cock flashed across my brain.  What the
HELL is wrong with me?!
    "That's where the hot tub's going."  I felt a thin sheen of perspiration
erupt on my forehead.
    "HOT TUB!  Oh, Uncle Al...er, Al!  You are too cool!  A hot tub!  I
can't wait!  When are you putting it in?"
    "Well, Rennie, it'll be another two weeks or so before I can get it in. 
You'll be gone by then."
    "But I'm here now!  I could help you!  Two sets of hands ought to get
it done quicker than one!"
    "Well, I have to work this week, and I still have to pick it up from the
showroom.  But if you really are willing to help, I guess we could do it
by Saturday."
    "You are too cool, Al!" she said leaning over the edge, looking into
the hot tub hole.
    "Tell you what, we'll get it in and then celebrate your going away to
college in it.  What do you say?"
    She ran to me and wrapped her arms around me tightly.  "Oh, Al! 
You've always been my favorite uncle!"  She squeezed me tighter and I
could feel my erection throbbing against her lower belly.  I only hoped
she didn't notice...or did I?

*   *   *

    The next day, Monday, I decided to take the week off.  It seemed
rude to just abandon my niece all week, so I went in to the firm I was
contracting with to tie up loose ends, reschedule meetings, and finish
what could be finished that day.
     At lunch I went home, stopping at McDonald's along the way, to
have a meal with Renate.  I walked in to the house and into a fairly
sturdy wall of sound coming from my stereo.  It was obvious that
Renate hadn't heard me drive up or enter the house.  I stepped into the
hallway to the bedrooms and called her name, but there was no answer. 
The only other place she could be was outside, so I walked to the deck
windows and saw her.  My heart leapt out of my chest momentarily
because she was lying prone on a towel taking in some sun, her feet
toward me, the thin band of her thong snaking up from her slightly
parted thighs and disappearing briefly where the two half moons of her
ass gently touched each other.  Her bikini top was unsnapped in the
back, pinned under her breasts, their untanned white flesh peeping out
on either side.  Her back, buttocks and thighs glistened in the sun, a
mixture of her suntan oil and perspiration.  I couldn't help but stand
there for a few minutes, my trousers quickly forming a blunt point,
pointing right at my niece.  I absently slid a hand into a pocket and
began idly stroking myself, repeatedly beating a path with my eyes up
one glistening, shapely leg, over her shiny, tight ass cheeks, and back
down the other leg.  Back up the leg, on past her butt, and riding the
hills and valleys of her muscular back.  I was shaken into reality by a
sudden spasm in my cock and the pleasant shiver it sent through me.  I
withdrew my hand from my pocket and pulled myself together.  
    As much as I wanted to watch her get up, as much as I wanted to get
a glimpse, however brief, of her breasts, I knew I'd be taking advantage
of her.  So rather than walk out and startle her, I went to the stereo and
turned down the volume to an audible murmur.  I kept my back to the
deck until I felt the vibrations of her footsteps throbbing through the
floor.  I turned just as she entered through the kitchen door.
    "Oh, there you are!" I lied.  She smiled and walked to me.  "I brought
lunch," I said, holding up the bag of burgers and fries.  "I hope you like
Mickey D's."
    "Thanks," she responded, reaching me and placing a gentle hug
around me, the tantalizing triangle of the front of her thong disappearing
beneath us, her bikini-clad breasts flattening against my chest, the heady
coconut aroma of her suntan oil mixing gingerly with the sweet tang of
her light perspiration.
    "No problem," I said as I placed my free hand in the small of her back
and bend my head down to breathe in the fragrance of her hair.  It wasn't
a long hug at all--no more than a second or two, but I was dizzy when
she stepped away with the McDonald's bag and began transferring its
contents to the table.
    We chatted idly about her morning, which began around 10:30 with
her heading out to the deck for some sun.  A lazy day.  After I finished
my food I looked up the number to the maid service again and told them
about Concita's bucket.  They thanked me and said someone would be
by to pick it up by the weekend, if not in a day or so.  For a brief
moment I worried that Concita no longer worked there, and I feared
that it might have everything to do with me and what I did...or
attempted to do.
    As my lunch hour neared its end Renate was over by the stereo
skimming through the stations.  I stood up and announced that I was
heading back.
    "OK, Unc... OK, Al!" she stammered, smiling, and she walked to me
and gave me another hug, and this time a kiss on the cheek.  "Thanks for
lunch!"  Her eyes peered up at mine, her face awash in a broad smile,
her eyes glimmering blue.
    "Be ready to work when I get home tonight," I said right before I
realized what I had just done.  It was a gesture of familiarity, what a
father might do with his daughter in a happy moment.  I gently swatted
her bottom while she held her embrace.  What I had forgotten was that
she was wearing a thong (HOW could I forget THAT?!), and the room
reverberated with the pop of my hand on her bare butt cheek!
    Renate jumped up and into me, a startled "Oop!" escaping from her
lips, and then a wide-eyed giggle.
    I quickly retreated.  "Oh.  I'm sorry, Rennie," I said with a light
chuckle, acknowledging that I had mistakenly violated a personal area.
    "Uh huh," she said, still smiling as she broke off the quick embrace.
    "I'll try to be back early this afternoon, and then we'll go pick up the
tub."  I headed for the door.
    "Cool!" she said, and smiled her good-bye to me.  I was two steps out
the door when I heard the stereo jump up in volume.  As I walked to the
truck I looked down and noticed a small stain on the front of my khaki
trousers where my engorged penis had leaked some pre-seminal fluid
through the fabric of my briefs and into the pants.  "I've GOT to find
some privacy soon to get rid of this tension, or I'll go nuts!" my mind
shouted.

*    *   *

    The hot tub had to be delivered in the store's truck; I knew that
Renate and I alone could not maneuver that thing around the house and
onto the deck.  But I needed to pick up the hoses and clamps and pumps
and the heating unit that make a hot tub the magical thing it is, so we led
the truck back to my place, and then helped the delivery guy unload my
stuff.
    I had seen Bobby on several occasions at the store, but only during
the Summer, as he was attending some college somewhere.  He had
delivered my bathroom fixtures when I was finishing up the house,
which had allowed me to engage in some conversation with him.  He
seemed like a decent kid, quiet, in pretty good physical shape, strong;
not the most intelligent man on the planet, but...strong.  I had him
figured for a jock of some sort.  Probably not football; he didn't seem
quick enough.  From the moment he saw Renate in the store, he was like
the puppy you gave a treat.  He followed us around, helping us pick up
everything we needed, and not taking his eyes off of Renate the entire
time.
    Renate was not without blame.  She wore her cutoffs again, with a
pair of hiking boots, white socks peeking out the tops, a white tank top
under a short sleeved, button-front shirt that she left unbuttoned and
untucked.  When I had gotten home I blinked a couple of times to see if
she was wearing a bra underneath the tank top, but I decided not to
wade into that pond any further; there was work to be done.  After a
few minutes at the showroom, however, I couldn't tell if Bobby had
figured it out to his satisfaction yet.  
    The longer we stayed at the showroom, the more irritated I found
myself becoming.  At first I couldn't figure out why, but then it dawned
on me that it was Bobby's attention to Renate.  Every time his eyes
flashed down her body, stopping here or there to take a visual taste, I
felt a flaring in my chest.  By the time we were loading the last things
into his truck I was certain I would pop him at the next leering glance he
sent Renate's way.
    But then she was hopping into my pickup truck with me, and all
seemed right with the world again as Bobby followed behind in the
delivery truck.  She stayed quiet on the ride back, opting to sight-see
and get her bearings of the town.  The solitude gave me the chance to
sort out why I had become so enraged in the showroom.  Was it
jealousy?  Was I feeling threatened?  Or was it more of a paternal type
of concern a father might have for his daughter, the helpless dove flying
amidst dangerous hawks?  I calmed myself by agreeing that it was the
last of the three.
    When we got to my place Bobby was at it again; leering, chatting up,
sweet-talking.  But this time I chose to watch Renate's reaction to his
attention, and my heart was filled with joy.  She was hardly paying him
any attention at all!  She helped move the lighter things from the truck,
flashing me her beautiful smile every now and then, courteously
acknowledging Bobby's existence.  I don't think he felt shunned or
rejected, but Renate was certainly not accepting his attention.  She was
amazing!
    With Bobby's help we maneuvered the tub next to the hole and
propped it up against the railing of the deck, and then laid out all the
gear next to it.  It hardly resembled a hot tub this way, still shrouded in
the industrial strength shrink-wrap and boarded up in its shipping crate,
but I knew what it was; I had seen the picture!
    Bobby lingered about, still focused on Renate and her various parts. 
Then, as we were finished with all of the unloading Renate looked right
at Bobby and said, "Thanks for all your help, Bobby.  Uncle Al and I
could never have gotten this big ol' thing in here without you!"
    Bobby grinned, his white teeth flashing, a bead of sweat clinging to
his chin.  "It's nothin'.  It's my job."
    Renate reached up and slapped him on the shoulder, just like one of
the boys, and said, "It's almost quittin' time, isn't it?  How 'bout a
beer...for the road?"
    Bobby looked up at me, and then at Renate, and said, "Well, no, if my
boss found out I'd lose my job."
    Then Renate said, "Well, how 'bout I give you one and you don't
drink it right away?  Just drive back to the store real quick, finish up
there first, and then drink it.  It'll still be cold!"
    "Cool!" Bobby beamed as he followed Renate into the kitchen.  Just a
few seconds later I heard her calling her good-bye and thanks again to
him, and then the truck started and left.
    She came back to the deck and said, "Whew!  I didn't think we'd get
rid of him!"
    "What's wrong?" I prodded.  "He seems nice enough."
    "Yeah, he's nice, and kinda cute, but kinda dumb.  And did you see
the way he kept looking at me?  It was like he thought my eyes were
down here."  She parted the open shirt she wore and poked her breasts
through the fabric of her tank-top, right on each nipple.  The move was
so unexpected and so natural that my eyes followed without any urging. 
She was indeed bra-less, her just-poked nipples pressing out the cotton
shirt subtly.  "He was giving me the creeps!"  She obviously didn't see
me earlier that day with my face practically plastered against the
window, slathering over her ass and playing pocket pool as she
sunbathed in her thong!
    I gave a little chuckle but otherwise remained silent, staring at the hot
tub and its guts strewn about the deck.  I felt Renate shift her gaze
there, too.
    "Well," I sighed.  "I don't feel like starting this tonight.  What say we
go out to dinner?"
    "Great!" she beamed.  "Should I change clothes?"
    I looked her up and down, pausing here and there for a little visual
taste of my own.  Then I looked at myself, still dressed in the dress
casual I had worn to the office.  "Just throw on a pair of jeans, and
maybe button up a little and tuck your shirt in.  The place I have in mind
doesn't expect a whole lot."
    "Back in a sec!" she sang as she headed toward the kitchen door.  I
stayed outside for another minute, staring at the hot tub paraphernalia,
and wondered at which point exactly I was going to explode.  I then
went into the house and changed into a pair of jeans myself.

*    *   *

    When she got out of my truck in the parking lot at Betty Jean's,
Renate hooked her arm in mine for the walk to the building.  Betty
Jean's is a sort of refined country honky-tonk...if there can be such a
thing.  One side is a pretty noisy bar on any day of the week, with
country music bleeding out of every door and window in the place.  I've
never been one for country music, but the other side of Betty Jean's is a
fairly nice restaurant with the best steaks in town, and I've always been
one for a good, juicy slab of beef!
    The entrance foyer is probably the weakest barrier between the two
sides of Betty Jean's.  Restaurant patrons stand between the doors to
either side to wait for a seat, and every time someone goes into the
honky-tonk the foyer is blasted with steel guitar, fiddle, and adenoidal
vocals.  Sometimes conversations in the restaurant are drowned out
when both doors happen to be opened simultaneously, and you can
almost taste the heartache.  The wall that separates the two bars must be
a foot and a half thick to defeat the noise that occasionally bleeds
through the open doors!
    Despite the fact that it was Monday, and early for that matter, there
was already a good crowd.  While we waited Renate bounced to the
country beat and swung slightly back and forth, her arm still hooked in
mine.
    I looked down at her.  "You enjoying yourself?"  Sarcasm.
    "Oh, I love country music.  Don't you?"  She stared off into space, as
though trying to see the notes as they soaked into the room.
    "Nah.  I come for the food."
    "Can we go in there after we eat?"  Renate gestured to the honky-
tonk doors.
    Her blue eyes gently pleading, gently cut into my soul and found a
place soft enough to tolerate country music.  "Sure," I said.  "Maybe for
a little while."
    "Good!"  She hugged my arm.  I noticed something catch her eye as
she looked at me.
    "What?"  I felt one eyebrow raise on my forehead.  Renate reached up
and rubbed at something on my cheek with her thumb.  Her forehead
knitted as she rubbed harder, then she licked her thumb and rubbed
some more.  Then she looked up at my hair and reached up and fluffed
and groomed it.
    "You need someone to take care of you, boy!" she said with a sly
little smile on her lips.  It was strangely gratifying to have her grooming
me in public like that.  She seemed very comfortable with me, very
familiar, despite the fact that we'd only seen each other two or three
times since she was born.  Family is family, I guess.

    I had my usual rib-eye dinner, and Renate went with a chicken dish. 
After some idle conversation, during which she kept playing with my
hands, I paid for the meals and escorted Renate to the honky-tonk.
    It was dark and smoky inside, but Renate's eyes seemed to glow with
wonder as she looked around, holding my hand.  It dawned on me that
she was just out of high school, so this may have been her first time in a
bar.  How was it that this young woman's essence was so ethereal?  Why
did she seem ageless to me?  So wise, but yet so innocent?  Things I
assumed she would know, she didn't, yet things I assumed she shouldn't
or couldn't know, she did.
    She led me around the entire place, my ears splitting under the
stadium-sized speakers placed every three feet up in the ceiling.  She
watched the people on the dance floor, which was a dirty patch of vinyl
tile about 20 square feet in size.  She watched a young couple
smooching in a corner.  She watched a group of younger men and
women playing a game of quarters.  We had made two complete circuits
of the room when Renate discovered the sliding glass doors that led out
to the deck overlooking the river where a smaller crowd of people,
undaunted by the humid night air, gathered and danced.  "Oh, AL! 
Look!"  She pulled me out onto the deck just as a new song started. 
The whole place seemed to erupt in a roar from the crowd, and half of
the people in the place tried to cram onto both dance areas.
    I felt another tug at my hand.  "Come on!  Al, let's dance!"
    I shouted back, "Rennie, I don't do this!"
    "Come on, it's easy!  It's the two-step!  Watch me!"
    The two-step sounded easy enough.  Hey!  It was just two steps,
right?  And watching Renate was definitely easy!  I tried to mimic her
steps, but the more I tried, the more I laughed, and the more we just
sort of held hands and jumped around, laughing.
    After that song finished the deck cleared some, and I was able to pay
closer attention to the step she was trying to show me.  I was more used
to flailing about to a good, loud rock song where any contact with
another person was probably accidental and, if you played your cards
right, might end up in a fist fight!
    I wasn't improving any, so we just started stepping back and forth,
moving our hips and bouncing to the beat.  As the chords of the song
signaled that the end was near, the DJ spoke up:  "OK, you love-birds,
now's your chance!"  A quick cross-fade, and the wail of a steel guitar
and a flood of red light out onto the deck changed the mood to sultry. 
Without skipping a beat, Renate slid her arms around me and rested her
head on my shoulder.  I reacted by placing my hands on her hips and
rocking with her slowly.  I felt her heave a heavy sigh, her face turned
away from mine.  We rocked a little while more, and then she turned her
face toward mine and said something that I didn't make out.
    "What?" I said into her ear.
    "I said, 'This is such a sweet song.'  Don't you think so?"
    "I guess."  I listened.  It was some woman wailing about her lazy
husband and her wild kids.  She thought the life had gone out of her
marriage.  But wait!  She comes home from work one day to find the
kids are gone, the house is clean, and the table is set for two.  How
sweet.
    Renate began to hum along with the lyrics of the chorus, her voice
vibrating through her chest into mine, her breath floating from her nose
onto my neck, a tingle working its way down my spine.  Before I could
react I sprouted another erection.  I tried to subtly pull my abdomen
away from hers, but she was pressed tightly against me.  Fortunately I
had put on my jeans, otherwise I'd have been poking insistently into her
belly right now.  As it was, each swaying movement allowed my penis to
work its way up further and further until it was finally comfortable,
flattened against my lower belly, pointing straight up, stifled by the waist
of my jeans.
    Renate was slowly swaying against me, putting gentle pressure on my
erection with each measure of the music.  Suddenly this song wasn't so
bad!  We continued to sway, each holding the other loosely, yet each
pressed comfortably against the other.  Since I was leading, more or
less, I was dancing her in a slow circle to the left, she stepping back with
each sway to the left, when out of nowhere another couple, dancing in a
slow circle to the right, bumped squarely into Renate's butt, pressing her
belly firmly against my abdomen.
    Quiet "Oopses" and apologies went back and forth, and then Renate
looked up into my eyes.  She was smiling faintly, but in her eyes was
that look of wonder they had when she first walked into the honky-tonk,
as if she had just discovered something delightful.
    "What?" I asked.
    Renate simply let out a throaty giggle and buried her face in my neck
again.  I was helpless as my dick throbbed each time I felt her warm
breath on my neck.
    The song ended and a faster one kicked up, and Renate pulled away
from me, looked right into my eyes and said, "I'm ready when you are."
    I blinked in confusion, and then it hit me that she was just ready to go
home.  In the truck on the way back to my place I couldn't help but
wonder if there wasn't actually a double meaning to her words.  But
what was I thinking?  What would a beautiful girl like Renate want with
an old guy almost twice her age?  And if she really did notice my
erection, she was probably mortified.  Of course.  Why else would she
have been ready to go home so suddenly?  I started to feel ashamed and
embarrassed, and a little sick with myself.

    When we arrived at my place Renate went straight to the bathroom,
came out, gave me a goodnight kiss on the cheek, and headed straight
for the guest room.
    "Bright and early tomorrow, Rennie?  I'm off the rest of the week. 
Gotta get that tub in!"
    "Not too early, OK?  I've only got six days left to sleep in.  I don't
want to lose that."
    "OK," I said.  "Whenever you're ready."



***Be sure to read the rest of "Unexpected Company," parts 1-8, by
Eric Shon, as well as other Eric Shon stories here, and at Mr. Double's
website:   http://www.mrdouble.com.

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