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Cindy
by Aquarius (address withheld)

***

A young woman from the County Welfare and Human Services 
Department assigned to a retired older man who has his 
own way of dealing with life after sixty-five. He 
teaches her things about life that college didn't offer 
classes on. (MF, 1st, rom)

***

I.

I was nearing my cut off time on yard work which is 
twelve noon when a car stopped in front of the house.

I was standing in front of my old Suburban hiked up 
four-wheel drive looking the car over hoping the person 
either had the wrong address or wanted a next door 
neighbor neither of whom was home anyway.
 
The driver, a cute young brunette got out doing a bad 
juggling act with a brief case, note book and trying to 
close the car door. She started up the drive toward me. 
She stopped to ask: "Mr. Anderson? Christopher 
Anderson?"

I gave her a thirty second assessment and decided I 
liked what I saw. Nice small breasts, around five-five 
or six, dark eyes, shoulder length brunette hair, and 
nice slender figure. She looked good.

"Yeah and you?"

"Cindy Greer, County Department of Welfare and Human 
Services."

I shook my head. "You were doing great until you 
mentioned welfare and human services. Don't have any use 
for either one."

I could see the woman sigh. I had the impression she had 
been through this scene too many times. Not my fault. 
Some genius somewhere seemed to think anyone over sixty-
five and retired needed to be registered with a welfare 
department somewhere.

"I've been assigned as your care taker."

I nearly choked on that one. I exclaimed: "You're my 
what?"

The woman backed up a step at my outburst. "I–I'm sorry. 
I've no choice in the matter."

"Obviously. Some egg head down town is telling you guys 
what you need to do without asking the rest of us what 
we really need."

Seems she was having a lousy day with us oldsters and 
not really getting much accomplished. I'd read about 
this change on the internet and damned near laughed 
myself sick reading the crap. I was in no mood for this 
now.

The woman and I were at a standoff. 

"So now what?" I asked bitingly. "You have a job to do 
and I'm of legal age and don't need a baby sitter. Maybe 
find someone who does." 

The young woman was now showing her anger and I was not 
helping any with my mood.

"I am not a baby sitter," she said through set teeth. 
"All I am required to do is assure you are alright and 
you have what you need. Is that so hard to understand?"

The lady was getting pissed with me and I was enjoying 
this standoff. I know a few of the nosey neighbors were 
watching us through drawn shades waiting to see what 
would happen next.

"I got everything I need." I patted the front end of the 
truck. "Careful, I'll use this baby here to run over 
that thing you're driving."

She looked at me in horror. "You wouldn't!" she hissed.

I smiled. "Nah, don't want to get the tires dirty."

She sighed. She was determined to go through with the 
interview whether I wanted to or not. "Can we talk?"

I decided she was too cute to pass up. "Sure. Come on in 
the back to the patio. Want something to drink?"

"Thank you."

She had to be wondering what it was that made me 
suddenly act civilized toward her. The point was: the 
lady had a job to do and I was probably, in her view 
being an ass about this.

I led her to the patio, a wood deck that was screened in 
to keep the bugs out. I held the door open for her and 
gestured to the picnic table and seats. 

"Ice tea?"

"Thank you."

I brought out a large pitcher of cold tea and glasses. I 
sat down, poured her a glass of tea.

She passed me several documents as she explained her 
role as my assigned care giver going over every detail 
of her job. "I need you to read over this and sign 
those..."

I picked up one of the forms and laughed. She looked at 
me through narrow eyes. I read the form almost verbatim. 
I glanced up to catch the look of exasperation. Then I 
got to the forms about the so-called care giver service. 

"Three days a week?" I lowered the form. "Isn't that a 
bit over kill?"

"Required."

All I could think of was: Sure, to justify somebody's 
job. I wanted to ask: For what?

I knew I'd probably get a glass of ice tea over the head 
so I backed off. For the next hour I grudgingly answered 
her questions, most of which I considered intrusive. 

"Vitamins?" she asked reading from a list four pages 
long.

"No."

"At your age you should. Pharmaceutical drugs?"

"None."

And so it went. About three-quarters of the list was no.

"Sleep problems?"

"Yeah, noisy neighbors."

I got the evil eye again.

"Um, no."

She finally left after she finished what she called the 
intake part of the interview. I figured I wouldn't see 
Cindy again at least for awhile. Wrong answer. Cindy was 
back later that week.

Once more she was walking up the driveway at ten minutes 
to twelve noon.

"Mr. Anderson?" she said politely expecting another go-
around from me.

I had to admit, she wasn't bad looking even though she 
worked for the welfare department. I had the hood up on 
the Suburban working on the engine which probably didn't 
need it but it gave me something to do. I grinned at 
her, somewhat to her frustration.

"Like a bad penny you're back – or is it: 'I'm back?'"
 
"Funny. I'm here to check up on you."

"So, I passed muster as an old fart, huh? Not a bad 
start in life." I turned back to what I was doing. "Come 
on in and have a seat. Shop stool in the back there."

She muttered something in passing, I tried not to laugh. 
She found the stool. I watched her from under the open 
hood as she tried to open her attaché case to take out 
some forms. I don't know why but I had to feel sorry for 
her. Compared to me age wise she was just a kid with a 
lousy job to do. I wouldn't have her job for all the oil 
in Arabia and gold in South Africa.

I turned back to the engine again. "How long you been 
out of college, Cindy?"

She looked back at me a second then back to what she was 
doing. "Graduated in May."

That was four months ago.

"And they stuck you with this job of looking after a 
bunch of old coots?"

She nodded her head. For some reason she looked as if 
she were about to cry.

She said holding back the tears: "I noticed you don't 
have social security and Medicare. Why not?"

I laughed then said drolly: "Don't believe in either. 
Government charity."

"You're eligible you know?" 

I glanced at her from under the hood. She wasn't looking 
for my reaction so I didn't give her one. I set the 
wrenches down I was holding and leaned against the 
fender. "The long and short of this is: I am not making 
this any easier for you, am I?"

I don't think she ever found what she was looking for. 
"No. All I am trying to do is a job and assure people 
assigned to me are alright. Is that so hard for you 
people to understand?"

I thought for a minute as she closed the case and moved 
it aside to sit down.

"Look, I know I'm hard to get along with on this stuff – 
being single for a couple years has made me independent 
again -- but, I'll make you an offer..."

She looked at me with suspicion. "What?"

"You need a place to take a break and someone to 
ventilate to, you're welcome to come here to relax for a 
while."

"Thank you."

I turned back the engine, decided I had done enough on 
it and put the tools away in the roll-away tool chest. 
If my hands weren't so full of grease I'd have given her 
a hug. It looked like she needed one.

"Having a bad hair day, huh?"

She nodded her head again inhaling sniffling back the 
tears. 

"Come on inside and cool off. I don't believe in air 
conditioners, got fans going."

I held the side door in to the kitchen open for her. 
"Tell ya what, I need to clean this oil and grease off 
my hands, there's ice tea in the fridge help yourself. 
Since you're assigned to me, you might as well learn 
where everything is in the refrigerator and cupboards."

For the first time she smiled. 

I used the slop sink in the garage but I could see 
inside as she got glasses from the cupboard and the 
pitcher of ice tea out of the refrigerator. 

She was sitting at the table staring out the back door 
through the patio screen at the flowers and shrubs of 
the back yard.

I sat down opposite Cindy to sip the ice tea and watch 
her for a moment. 

"Like the flowers?"

"Yes." She turned to look at me a minute. "Such a 
variety. It's beautiful."

"Go ahead take a closer look."

She smiled then got up to walk out to the back yard to 
look over the flowers. I stepped out to the patio to 
watch her as she walked around the yard looking over the 
flowers and things I had in the yard.

She walked back to where I was standing. "Feel better?"

"Yes. Stop and smell the roses."

"Yeah. That's why I said when you need to take a 
breather after a rough day, you're invited to come here 
and just relax for a while."

"You sound like my second year psychology professor."

I said with a smile: "Sorry, dear I only have a master's 
degree in business and industrial engineering. Your 
professor probably had a doctoral."

She sat down on a lawn chair as I took a seat opposite 
her. "Seems that's all I ever do is thank you for 
letting me do my job."

"You must have some rough people compared to me?"

"Yes." She looked out at the garden again. "I am doing 
my best."

I followed her gaze. "You know what it is that turns 
most people off?" Cindy shook her head. "Welfare and the 
words human services."

"I – I never thought of that."

"When you get to my age, you'll see what happens. You 
have some newly minted young college kid young enough to 
be your grand kid coming up the driveway with an attaché 
case and an arm load of books and say: "'Hi, I'm from 
the Department of Welfare and Human and Services' see 
what happens next."

Cindy seemed to think about it a while. "Is that how I 
sounded?"

"Almost." I waited then said: "Feel relaxed now?"

She smiled.


II.

Monday of the following week almost on time Cindy rang 
the doorbell. I was in my den working having finished my 
outside work a short time earlier. 

I looked out the window to see Cindy's car sitting at 
the curb side. "Open, enter."

The screen door opened and she stepped in. "Mr. 
Anderson?"

"Den."

She walked softly toward the short hall then peered in 
to the den.

"Hi," we said together.

"Come on in to the sanctum sanctorum."

She stepped in and looked around surprised. "I didn't 
realize you had this."

"Yup." I sat back from the double computer console and 
display screens as she sat down at the desk. "My refuge 
from the world."

She turned to me with an accusing eye. "You didn't 
mention this on your intake form."

"Hobbies? No," I admitted. "Good reason."

"Which is?"

"Your bosses. Too nosey about what a person does with 
their spare time."

"I was going to mention that..."

"Oh I'll bet it's a trip to some theme park? Right?"

"Yes. How did you guess it was a day trip to Wells 
Gardens?"

"Easy, it was on the internet under local news."

"I'm supposed to take you and the other people I 
supervise to Wells Gardens for a fun day."

She sounded about as enthused as I did.

"Wrong. Tell you what; want to spend a better time than 
riding some goofy thrill ride? And at the same time save 
your money? And I guarantee you, I'll provide you with 
better thrills then the park. Deal?"

Cindy gave me a look of "Try me."

"What day is this great event?" I asked leaning toward 
her.

"This coming Saturday."

"Nice waste of time. You're new to this area aren't 
you?"

"Yes."

"Tell ya what, want to spend Saturday afternoon really 
seeing this area?"

She was still suspicious of my motives. "I am supposed 
to go with the group – and so are you."

I sat back. "Who says?"

Saturday afternoon Cindy was at the house.

I had the Suburban out of the garage and packed with the 
essentials. Cindy was dressed the way I told her: good 
hard shoes, blue jeans, short sleeve shirt, a long 
sleeve shirt, jacket, and hat.

"Okay?" she asked holding her arms out, a digital camera 
swinging from her left wrist.

"Come on." I helped her up in to the truck I got in and 
we were off to the mountains.

A half hour later we were climbing to nearly the nine 
thousand foot level in four wheel drive, Cindy taking 
pictures and commenting on the scenes as we passed them. 
I slowed the truck, looked ahead and right on the mark I 
spotted the pair of golden eagles. I got Cindy's 
attention.

"Look – look, eagles teaching their young to fly." 

"Oh my...!" She must have taken a dozen pictures of the 
eagles.

I drove on as Cindy eagerly looked around for something 
else to take pictures of.

"I never knew something like this existed outside of 
nature films."

I smiled. "Get away from town there are all sort of 
things to see and do, and not spend your hard earned 
money on."
 
I pulled over to the side of the road to check the map.

Cindy watched me then said: "No GPS?"

I reached in to a dash mounted holder to pull out an 
Army lensatic compass. "My GPS. I was taught how to use 
both in the Army. Besides, those things don't usually 
work very well up here. That's why some people get lost 
up here."

She was silent. I tossed the map in to the back, let out 
the clutch and we continued climbing for another 
thousand feet then I swung the steering wheel left 
guiding the truck on to an unmarked trail.

"Hang on to your boot straps, here we go..."

I had dropped the transmission in to granny low, the 
wheels grabbing for traction Cindy's eyes big and round, 
holding on to the seat as I started uphill. I pushed 
through under growth suddenly the front end of the truck 
left the ground the front wheels still spinning. Cindy 
was looking at an acre of hood in front of her. She 
screamed as the front end dropped back to the ground and 
we were looking down a slope to a valley and an expanse 
of water, one of six reservoirs in the area.

"Can a trip to a theme park top this?"

Cindy was getting her breath back: "Oh my, where are 
we?"

I reached in to the back seat for the map and pointed to 
the reservoir. "There. A little over thirty miles from 
town."

"So close yet so far," she said softly taking a couple 
more pictures. "Oh wait until I show these pictures at 
work on Monday..."

"And they think riding a roller coaster is great 
fun...?"

I started down the other side sawing the steering wheel 
back and forth then straightened out and drove across 
the valley floor to the reservoir. 

Stopping at the water's edge I let Cindy look around a 
while. Reaching across the seat I took hold of her hand 
holding it for a while.

I let the engine cool down from the hill climb and trip 
across country then shut it off. Silence prevailed. We 
could see snowcapped mountain peaks resting against a 
blue sky, only a few clouds to mare the scene but made 
it all the more perfect. Wild life peeked out at us from 
the surrounding trees; birds chirped singing to us.

"Welcome to my world."

Cindy just sat savoring the sight of the area. She said 
after a while: "This is so beautiful. I – I never 
imagined...I can't find the right words for it."

"Don't try, you'll only frustrate yourself." Unbuckling 
the seat belt I turned sideways in the seat. Looking at 
her I was taken by the beauty of her in silhouette. She 
knew I was looking at her. She smiled as I said: "All it 
lacks is you."

Cindy blushed as she turned to me. "Do you come back 
here often?"

I let the question hang between us for a minute. "Used 
to. My late wife and I found this by chance some years 
ago. There is another way in here on the other side of 
the valley but I always liked coming in this way. I'd 
stop at the top of the hill after the climb to look the 
area over. We'd spend the day up here, sometimes the 
night just the silence, nothing to disturb us. There 
would be animals all around us some times. They didn't 
bother us, we didn't bother them."

Cindy looked at me then said: "You didn't tell me you 
were a widower."

"Think I'd tell you everything?"

She thought for a moment then asked: "What was she like? 
Your wife?"

"Soft, gentle, quiet, love of the outdoors. The garden 
was her paradise. It was an escape for her at times. 
I've kept it up in her memory."

It was my turn to choke up. 

Cindy unbuckled her seat belt reaching out a hand. "Is 
that why you are so bitter at times?"

I looked out the windshield at the mountains: "Partly. 
When I needed help from your department I couldn't get 
it."

"Oh my god," she breathed.

I stirred, the memory quickly fading for the moment. 
Drawing in a deep breath I squeezed her hand. Smiling I 
said: "Come on." 

I got out of the truck hurried around to Cindy to help 
her down. I took her by the hand leading her to the 
reservoir we walked along the edge of the water toward a 
grove of aspen. Cindy was enthralled as we walked and 
talked and laughed. I began to feel better. She too was 
better now that I talked to her about the area. Told her 
some more of my life; she listened and said little. I 
know she was absorbing this information. We stopped at 
the grove of aspen looking west as the sun moved in that 
direction.

We stood in the shadow of the aspen with our arms about 
each other, the slight perfume of her hair giving me a 
hard on.

I felt a small delicate hand in mine. I looked down to 
see Cindy grasping my hand.

"Friends," we asked each other.

"Bury the hatch?" I asked her.

Cindy nodded her head smiling. "I'm glad you brought me 
up here."

My hands were about her waist; her hands on my arms. We 
leaned in to each other to kiss, our tongues sought out 
the other. We slowly knelt to the ground as I laid her 
on her back in the soft green grass, her hair spread out 
in a fan about her head.

I kissed her again; Cindy wrapped her arms about my neck 
as I held her she yielded to my kisses and embrace. I 
slid my free hand over her fondling and caressing her 
breast; Cindy's breathing was heavy as she stared at me 
feeling her nice small breasts as I kissed her. I moved 
my hand to the buttons of the shirt to begin slowly 
unbuttoning them to reveal the nice white satin bra, her 
hard erect nipples tenting the material begging for me 
to touch them.

Touching one erect nipple, I drew shallow circles around 
it then gently pressed it as I kissed her again. I 
slowly slid my hand from the swell of her breast along 
her stomach to her waist and the tender V between her 
legs. 

Cindy closed her legs for a moment shaking her head but 
the feel of my hand on her waist she opened them. 

"Gentle, Chris I – I've never done this before."

She softly sighed as I slid my hand between her legs to 
fondle her feeling the moisture of her love juices 
seeping wetting her. I had my hand between her legs 
cupping her tender young pussy feeling her.

I kissed her neck and chest hushing her as I kissed the 
sweetness of her mouth.

I stopped for a minute. She said softly afraid someone 
would hear: "I'm virgin."

My hand still cupped her pussy holding her firmly. I 
asked: "Are you willing?"

She nodded her head. "I have never let a guy do this 
before."

Cindy moaned with the sensuous feeling as I moved my 
hand along her chest to fondle her breasts. I took the 
little nipple through the satin, sucking and licking the 
hard nub of each little nipple. As I molested her, I 
moved the other hand down to her waist again and between 
her legs fondling and caressing her pulsing young pussy. 
Finally slipping the clasp loose on her jeans, I slowly 
pulled the zipper down glancing back to see the nice 
smooth blue nylon bikini panty. 

Sliding my hand into her jeans and between her legs 
again I felt the wetness of her juices seeping and 
wetting her. I felt the hard nub of her clit; I fingered 
it making her thrust her hips; her breathing increasing 
as I brought her near her first male induced orgasm. I 
slid my finger in to her penetrating her for the first 
time. 

Damned she was nice and tight as my finger moved in and 
out of her, briefly touching her virginity. She moaned 
with the feeling of her first time.

I wanted to go down on her and taste her virgin juices, 
to lick, suck and kiss her virgin clit; making her cry 
out with her first orgasm. She had never been this far 
with a man letting him have his way with her like this, 
I was about to be her first lover to have her.

I managed to get her shoes off and pulled her jeans and 
panty down tossing them aside then opened my own pants. 
Cindy watched me with fear in her young eyes as my hard 
thick cock sprang out. Forcing Cindy to spread her legs, 
I quickly slipped between her legs to mount her. Cindy 
knew in that instant as I pulled her jeans and panty 
from her she was vulnerable to my male lust for her. She 
watched through tear filled eyes as I moved over her, my 
male-hood hard and thick touch her wet pulsing 
womanhood. The feel of my male-hood touching and then 
the first penetration of her throbbing virgin pussy, the 
feel of my hard thick male-hood opening her to me sent a 
shock of fear through her.

"Ohhh, please...Chris, don't hurt me...! Please, Chris! 
Oh! Chris it's sooo big ... you're hurting me...!" 

"Sssh, no use in struggling, Cindy just relax and give 
in, you'll enjoy it more." 

I forced my raging male-hood in to her pulsing virgin 
womanhood, her wetness made it easy for me, for Cindy's 
first penetration by a man as my thick steel rod hard 
cock filled her virgin tightness. Cindy cried out as I 
took her. I forced my hard thick male-hood into her, the 
girl's tightness made me groan with the desire I had to 
take her. I felt the momentary resistance of her 
virginity. With a harsh thrust, I penetrated her 
womanhood claiming that thin membrane of flesh that kept 
the girl virgin until that moment.

My cock slid into her nice tight pussy until I could go 
no further. After today she could no longer say she was 
virgin. I withdrew until the head of my cock was almost 
out of her then thrust in. She arched her hips as I 
drove my cock in to her again; sighing she gripped me 
about the neck thrusting with me she met my thrusts, her 
pussy riding my hard cock until she cried out with her 
first male induced orgasm. 

"Oh, Chris ... yes, I feel it ... I feel it!"

Then I seemed to explode in her, filling her with my 
thick male cream; Cindy gasped as relief swept over her 
with the release of her juices, cum seemed to flow from 
us for a minute or more.

Cindy cried as she felt the warm thick male cream being 
pumped in to her young pussy for the first time mixing 
with her own feminine cum.

"Uggg! Chris ... I –I have never felt this dizzy 
before." 

I lay a top her for a moment, sweat dripping down my 
face. Sweat streaked Cindy's face and chest. Getting my 
breath back I rolled off her to lay to the side. She 
opened her tear filled eyes turning her head to look at 
me. 

"You're full of surprises."

"Regrets?"

"None."

I leaned over her again to kiss her. "You know there is 
one problem here."

Puzzled, Cindy looked up at me wondering what I was 
talking about. 

"We need to get cleaned up, hone." I sat up reaching 
down in to a pants pocket to pull out a bandana. "Here."

Cindy shyly wiped the cum and blood from her legs. We 
dressed and walked hand-in-hand back to the truck. Cindy 
tossed the used bandana in to the truck as she did 
turning I took her about the waist turning her to face 
me I leaned her back against the side of the truck: "I 
am yours, Cindy." I kissed her.

"I – I am yours, Chris."

We kissed again leaning against the side of the truck. 
"How about we take this back to my place?"


III.

We arrived back at my place late in the afternoon. It 
didn't take us long to strip; Cindy was still shy about 
undressing in front of a man, although I already had her 
undressed and fucked her. 

Cindy started for the bath room to shower. I followed 
getting in with her, much to her surprise. In a matter 
of seconds as I soaped her I had another hard-on. Cindy 
looked back and down at my hard thick cock standing 
straight out at her. Even naked she was beautiful. 

As we soaped each other down my cock was rubbing against 
her back side turning her on until she was cumming, the 
cream running down her legs she moaned with the feeling 
of losing her juices.

"Oh, oooo, Chris ... I'm cumming."

I washed her up again, reached past her turning the 
water off and we got out to towel off and took the rest 
of the towels in to the bed room. We toweled each other 
down but before she knew it I had my thick, stiff cock 
sliding in to her again. Cindy moaned with the 
penetration; she bucked her hips as I set the rhythm 
fucking her until we came together. 

We lay on the bed naked slumbering in each other's arms. 
Cindy was content with her first time. She awoke that 
evening I was still asleep but awoke when she started to 
get up.

"I should go," she said softly as if someone would hear.

"It's still Saturday," I said sitting up.

"I know."

"Tomorrow is Sunday. I doubt anyone will miss you."

Cindy smiled as she lay back down. I asked: "Hungry?"

She smiled and nodded her head. "What do you suggest?"

"The old Saturday night special: Pizza."

Later we sat in the living room eating pizza and 
listening to music. TV I hardly ever watch. 

"Mr. Carman is going to have a fit Monday because we 
never showed up for the park."

"What's he goina' do, bend your dog tags and send you to 
Iraq?"

Cindy looked at me puzzled. "Bend my dog tags?"

"Old Army saying. Used to be Korea but it was changed 
with the last couple wars in the Middle East."

She nodded her head. "No he wanted everyone there. Group 
therapy – so he said."

Cindy leaned back in my arms, her head on my shoulder.

I stroked her hair. "If this Carman guy gives you a hard 
time, bring him to me."

She looked up at me. "You're kidding?"

"Nope. Teach him what he doesn't know."

I took Cindy in my arms pulling her toward me. Cindy 
kissed me and soon we sank on the sofa, the last of the 
pizza forgotten. I opened the robe she was wearing. She 
only had on the robe and panty. I savored the sight of 
her breasts and the panty. I took the panty off her and 
within minutes I was on top of her my hard thick cock 
sliding in to that beautiful love nest of hers, she 
moaned softly as I slid in to her. 


VI.

Monday morning Cindy was at the house, I was standing in 
the garage with my third cup of coffee. Cindy got out of 
her car and stormed up the driveway toward me. I could 
tell without asking she was pissed over something and I 
knew it was her boss.

"Damned fool," she said as she tossed the case on to the 
hood of the truck and threw her arms around me. "He 
bitched at me in front of the whole staff 'cause we 
weren't at the park."

I was able to set the coffee cup on the hood of the 
truck to hold Cindy in my arms and comfort her.

"Let me guess, Carmen right?"

She nodded her head tears in her eyes. "He didn't even 
care what I said. I even showed him the photographs I 
took of the area."

I rest my chin on her head as I held her. "Did you tell 
him to see me if this happened?"

She nodded her head again. "He has to think about it."

Cindy lifted her head to look at me. "Now what?"

"Give him this week. Otherwise, if he doesn't come to me 
– as the saying goes, I go to Mohammad's cave on Friday 
`morn."

"You'd do that?" she asked wiping at the tears. "I mean 
– I might lose my job over this."

"For my girl, you'd better believe it." I kissed her 
again. "And don't worry about your job. There's always 
something else you can do with that degree of yours."

"I'm your girl?"

"You got another guy?"

Shaking her head she smiled wiping at a tear. "Just you. 
I love you, Chris."

"I love you and you're my girl."

The rest of the week Cindy and I went through our 
routine, on Friday Carman, Frederick Carman, to me, 
Freddy boy had not shown. I told Cindy that afternoon 
when she came over to do her mandatory assessment and 
"help me" with me with whatever.

"As I suspected," I said. We sat on the back patio 
sipping ice tea as she filled out the forms she had to 
turn in never to be read by any human being on this 
planet. 

I stood, picked up the pitcher and glasses. "Grab your 
stuff, babe. Let's go visit Freddy boy."

"So you are serious?" she said stuffing the papers back 
in to her hand bag to follow me.

"As a heart attack."

We took my truck down town to the welfare office. I 
found a parking place for my beast. The way I entered 
the welfare office ahead of Cindy was like the storming 
of the palisades. The receptionist looked up at me with 
mild disdain.

"Yes?"

"Fred Carman. He in?"

"Do you have an appointment to see Mr. Carman?"

The perfect receptionist: Just watch out for all the 
weapons and landmines under the counter.

"He will when I get done here," I said getting madder. I 
hate bureaucracies.

Cindy caught up with me at the entrance. "Chris, I'll 
take you back there."

"Oh Cynthia, you know this – man?"

"One of my people," she said grabbing my arm. "This way, 
hone." 

The girl was as determined as I was in this situation. 
"Well Mr. Carman ..."

Cindy led me past the other people looking up from their 
work to watch Cindy leading me past them back to 
Carman's office. The more I thought about Cindy being 
chewed out over a trifle thing as a theme park ride I 
could have cared less about the more pissed I became.

"Chris, take it easy," Cindy said as we quickly walked 
down the hallway.

"I will when I get done with Carman."

We stormed in to Carmen's office where three other 
people were sitting in front of a Walter Mitty type man, 
thin gray hair, gold wire rim glasses, a dark suit, 
refined appearance.

The group did not expect us to burst in on them the way 
we did. You'd have thought a Special Forces A-team 
dropped in on them.

"I beg your pardon?" he started to say standing.

"Sit down – all of you."

"Ms. Greer..." Carman started to say.

Cindy was standing behind me against the shut door not 
daring to make a move.

"Leave her out of this, dude this is between you and 
me."

"I am calling security," he said reaching for the phone.

"Do and it's the last mistake you'll make."

"Just who are you anyway?"

"Let me put it to you this way: Yesterday I could have 
been your best buddy, but today, I'm going to be your 
worst nightmare."

Frederick Carman looked at my hand gripping his wrist 
holding the phone down. He slowly looked up at me 
glaring at him. He face was suddenly pale as a sheet as 
he let go of the phone.

I pressed on: "Now let me put it to you this way: next 
time you get all bent out of shape because someone 
decided not to make one of your little soirées just 
think that maybe that is not what they care to do. And 
you don't get all rattled because one of your people 
isn't there. I had Ms. Greer doing something else we 
decided to do together. Besides, a theme park is not my 
style anyway. Got it?"

"Well I assumed..."

I started to laugh. "Dude, what is the definition of 
assumed?"

"Um, well ... according to the dictionary ..."

I leaned forward until my face was nearly in his: "Try 
the definition of making an ass out of you and me. Got 
it? And furthermore, I don't appreciate your assuming 
..." I drew assuming out, "understand?" 

Carman looked up at me with mild surprise. "Such 
violence."

"Violence? You should to see me when I really get 
pissed." I leaned over him closer until the chair and 
Carman were almost on the floor. "You take any of this 
out on Ms. Greer, bud you and I will have more than a 
few words, you understand? And besides, I don't like 
someone I don't know from Adam making decisions for me 
when I am quite capable of making them myself – thank 
you."

I straightened up turning to the door. I turned back to 
Carman: "And one more thing for your edification, 
Carman, don't piss me off again, understand?"

Fred Carman straightened up and just nodded his head. 

I took Cindy by the hand leading her out of Carman's 
office. When we got to the parking lot and the truck we 
began laughing from release of the tension. I opened the 
passenger door for her then I pushed her back against 
the side of the truck. I looked into her hazel eyes then 
leaned down to kiss her. Taking my mouth away from her, 
I asked:

"How do you feel, babe?"

"Better." She kissed me again. "You're pretty good for 
an old codger." 

"You better believe it. Let's take this back to my 
place."

Later that evening we lay in bed together, Cindy lay 
across my chest, her beautiful breasts pressed against 
my chest. I stroked her fine hair savoring the feel, 
relishing the feel of her against my bare skin. She felt 
good. It had been too many years now that a woman lay 
beside me like this, just her panty on, her young 
breasts against me, delighting in the afterglow of our 
love making.

"Hey, babe..."

"Mmmm?"

"If you lose your job on Monday, there's always 
something else out there you can do with that diploma of 
yours."

"Then what?" she asked lifting her head brushing the 
hair from her eyes.

"Move in with me. I do need you. And not just as care-
giver either. I love you and need you in my life."

"Want me to move in this weekend?"

"Yes."

END

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