Nothing to Offer

"Well, it was my pleasure; thank y'all for being friends," Brian said.

"'Y'all!' Now that's a word you never heard up in the Rockies!" Kathy laughed happily.

She gave her daughter a playful smack to her rear.

"So did you manage to ensnare this fine young man? Or did he have enough sense to run you off?" she asked her daughter.

"Wait a minute; you know about her..." Brian asked.

"Are you kidding? Minute she heard Miss Barbara ran off, she's been telling Jim and me she was going to marry you," Kathy smiled, leading them to the kitchen.

"And you're all right with..." Brian stammered as Britney smirked triumphantly at him.

"She's an adult; she can make her own decisions," Kathy said, pulling out three mugs. "Decaf all right? Gave up caffeine years ago but just couldn't give up coffee, you know?"

"Uh yeah, and if I remember, Miss Britney just has to have hot chocolate and it has to be in her favorite mug, the one with the dancers on it," Brian said.

"Shut up! I don't drink hot chocolate any more," Britney said and tried to turn her mug to face the other way.

"Uh huh," Brian smiled as the two dancers were visible on the porcelain mug.

Over steaming mugs of decaffeinated coffee, Kathy entertained Brian with stories of deep snow in the winter, how beautiful the autumn was in the mountains.

"But, between Jim's insurance, and how much they gave us for the lodge, Jim made sure we'll never have to work another day in our lives," Kathy concluded telling Brian about the last few months of Jim's life, and her decision to move back to Louisiana.

"I was ready to move back six years ago," Britney confided.

Brian realized she was holding his hand and looked at her. When had she taken his hand?

"Well, I'm working the Baylor Lake store tomorrow," Brian finally said, getting to his feet. "See y'all later."

"I'll walk you ," Britney declared, following him.

Brian looked to Kathy for help but she was already picking up the empty mugs.

Outside, it was dark. Britney looked up and down the street and nodded her head.

"It looks just like I remembered," she said, again taking Brian's hand.

"You know, you could invite me to stay the night," Britney hinted as they crossed the street.

"Want me to make a tent in the living room for you?" Brian teased.

"No!" she said, then giggled.

"You get in there with me?" she asked, again snuggling up to him.

"It really is great seeing you again," Brian said.

"Great seeing you too," Britney said and waited expectantly.

"Well, Good night," Brian said.

"Here's where you kiss me," Britney said.

"Or..." she said and squeezed him tighter. "You invite me to come in."

Brian honestly did not know what to say or do or think. He tried to think of a solution and finally decided to just kiss her; it was the safest thing to do at this moment.

"It's our first date; I'm not going to invite you in on our first date," He said. "So, we'll just kiss and say 'good night,' okay?"

He bent to give her a quick peck on the lips but she reached up and pinned his head. It was a passionate kiss and she gave his lips a teasing little lick before releasing his head.

"Good night," she said and skipped down the walkway.

"Uh, yeah, good night," Brian said and let himself into his house.

That night, he did not need to log onto his computer, did not need to find 'Gina' or 'Abby' or 'Yuki' as he had plenty of very real fodder for his imagination.

The next morning, he found another erection waiting for him and he took care of it then dressed and went to work.

The Baylor Lake store had been his second store; he'd almost not opened it. The landlord of the property had leased most of the property to a sandwich shop and under new management that sandwich shop was failing quickly. Brian didn't want to be associated with a failing business, nor did he want to have to assume the payments for the entire structure when the inevitable happened.

But the location was good and the rent was very reasonable. He double-checked that the lease was iron-clad and guarded him against sudden rent increases.

The sandwich shop did eventually go under but was taken over almost immediately by a Chiropractor's office. From Day one of being in business, Brian had done a steady flow of business; he had no regrets about renting the location.

Alone in the shop, he logged onto his favorite site and noticed that 'Gina' and 'Abby' were at it again. 'Gina' had gone snooping in her mother's room and underneath the enormous panties and bras, 'Gina' had found a strap-on dildo. 'Abby' took very little persuading to try the quite large instrument.

(I wanted to tell my best friend the dildo was almost as big as her daddy's cock, but Abby's still mad at me about that. The base of the dildo rested against my bald little pussy and rubbed deliciously as I pushed it into Abby's tight little box.)

Brian chuckled; 'Abby's daddy wished his cock was as large as the latex toy.

He quickly exited as an attractive blonde came in and looked around.

"Hi, um, that other guy?" she asked.

"Shelton's off today. Can I help you?" Brian smiled.

"Uh, well, shit, I was driving by and saw this place and said 'damn I still got to get my dress before they throw it away' and so I pulled in, but then I remembered I didn't bring my ticket and the other guy probably knows which dress it is and..." the girl said in a barrage of words.

"And if you give me the telephone number, I can probably find it," Brian assured her and prepared to type.

"Oh, uh, try, oh shit, um, try..." the girl said, trying to remember her phone number.

"Got your phone with you?" Brian asked.

"Yeah, but it's not on there," the girl said.

"Call this number, let's see," Brian said and handed her one of Shelton's business cards.

After a few fumbles, the girl did and Brian typed in the phone number that popped up on Caller ID.

He turned and retrieved it and brought it to the front of the store.

"That's it!" the girl smiled and Brian showed her where to swipe her debit card.

"Thanks!" the girl said and left.

Before he could log back into his web site; he had seen where 'Yuki' had posted another series, he saw a small Nissan sub-compact pull up.

A smiling Britney got out, locked her car and skipped to the door.

"Hey, you ever think of wearing your hair in a couple of pony-tails?" Brian asked before she could even speak.

"You mean, like..." Britney asked, gathering two handful of hair on the sides of her head.

"Yeah," Brian said.

"Sure, right after you take me to Side By Side," Britney smiled, bounced up onto the counter and kissed him on his lips.

"So, thought I'd grab us some lunch; wasn't there like a place right next door did sandwiches?" Britney asked.

"Closest place is the Popeye's couple of blocks down. Um, other way's Backyard Barbeque; I'll call in our order," Brian said.

"I want ribs," Britney declared.

"Well, I guess if my new girlfriend says she wants ribs then I better get her ribs, huh?" Brian said and was rewarded with a beaming smile.

He phoned in the order, peeled off two twenties and couldn't help but smile as Britney bounced up and kissed him again before racing out of the building.

"Hi, help you?" Brian smiled as Gordon King, owner of King Sanitation and Disposal came in.

"You know, my life was so much simpler before I got married," Gordon said into his cell phone. "Love you, bye."

"Here to pick up my wife's dry cleaning," the man smiled, handing Brian a few tickets. "Think this is all of them."

"Let me double check; wouldn't want her mad at you, would we?" Brian smiled.

"You're a good man," Gordon said. "Who's the owner of this place? I'll tell him what a top-notch guy you are."

"That would be me," Brian smiled, looked at the tickets and the computer screen and nodded. "And I'll tell your wife what a top-notch guy you are; you have all of her tickets right here."

"You're a good man, sir," Gordon smiled as Brian fetched the five dresses.

Brian figured he'd have at least twenty minutes before Britney came back so logged on to continue reading about 'Gina' and 'Abby' playing with Momma's dildo.

The last picture showed an obese, yet oddly attractive woman, nude except for garter belt, fishnet stockings and high heeled pumps sitting on the bed, a nude 'Abby' lying face down across the woman's thighs. 'Gina' was standing off to the side, rubbing her own rear end.

(Mama came home and found us playing in her lingerie drawer and really warmed my ass. Then she warmed Abby's ass too. Mama must not be too mad, though. She said next time she went shopping, she'd buy me my own dildo.)

Britney returned before Brian could click on the link for 'yuki' and he quickly logged off.

"OMG, that place smells amazing," Britney said as she lugged three bags into the building.

Brian pulled up a stool and they sat at the counter to eat.

Britney was wearing very baggy khaki shorts, which showed that she had chubby little thighs and thick calves. She did have a bit of a thick middle and her breasts were just small bumps in the snug blouse she was wearing. But she had a cute face that looked even younger than her nineteen years.

"What are you looking at? She asked as she gnawed the meat off of a bone.

"Just thinking you're cute," Brian said.

"Cute? CUTE! Fat little babies with bow legs are cute! I'm gorgeous and don't you forget it. Cute? Psaw! I ought to slap you; cute," she shrilled.

"Sorry, did I say cute? I meant to say cute," Brian said and easily blocked her attempt to slap him.

"Butt hole," she groused, struggling to free her hand.

"Whole butt," he said and kissed her.

"Man, this Cole slaw is good!" she enthused a moment later. And I usually hate that stuff."

"It's apple slaw," Brian said. "Think they use Granny Smith and Fuji; you get some tart and some sweet. It is good stuff."

After they finished eating, Brian took the trash outside to the dumpster he and the office next door shared; he did not want the food to stink up his business. Then he and Britney made out a little; keeping in mind that this was a place of business.

"Love you," she said as she left.

"Love you too," he echoed and smiled as she honked her horn before leaving the parking lot.

'Yuki' was hired to smuggle jewelry into the country and her new employer fucked her to lubricate her pussy enough for him to put the jewelry into her pussy for safekeeping.

Of course, 'Yuki' was stopped at Customs by two male and one female customs officers. The two males looked suspiciously like the football players/butler/chauffeur/gardener and the female officer looked suspiciously like 'Gretchen.' 'Gretchen' had a very short skirt for such an authoritative job.

One male officer jammed his erect cock down the throat of 'Yuki' while the other male officer used his cock to probe her anal orifice for possible contraband while the female officer looked on, skirt pulled up to underneath her fully unbuttoned blouse, exposing her red bush and massive breasts.

Then the female officer searched 'Yuki,' jamming her entire fist up to halfway to her elbow while one of the male officers pounded the female officer from behind.

The next two pictures showed the red head pulling a pearl necklace from 'Yuki's' pussy; the first showing about a foot of the white pearls coming out. The second showed at least three feet coming out.

The last photograph showed a smiling 'Yuki' leaving the office, a strand of pearls looped three times around her neck and still reaching to her knees, one of the officer's caps on her head. Through an open door, the two male and one female officers were sprawled on the floor, obviously exhausted from their sexual escapades.

"Professional Dry Cleaning, Service comes first, how may I help you?" Brian answered the telephone.

"So what time you getting home?" Britney asked.

"Get off at five so about five thirty, six o'clock; why?" Brian asked.

"So we going out or we eating at home?" Britney demanded.

"Was planning on eating at home; all that sodium from eating out all the time kills me," Brian said.

"You should give me my own key; I could have supper ready by the time you get home and do you know how much sodium is in those Bubba Burgers? You got anything besides those?" Britney said.

Brian could not say why he said it; maybe his cock was too hard from the 'Yuki' story, or maybe he just liked the idea.

"That arch over the walkway?" he said. "Halfway up on the inside is a little cutout, run your finger up it, can't miss it. There's a key right there."

"Love you," she said and hung up before he could respond.

While Britney was digging the secreted key out, Glen was trying to figure out how to get the key into the lock at his office. Whatever Faith had scored had really knocked him on his ass.

"God, fuck! I wish I could feel like this all the fucking time; this is just so fucking awesome!" he whooped, meaning every word of it.

He felt warm, he felt relaxed, and he felt loose and easy. He felt happy.

"Shh!" he said to himself, even putting his finger to his lips. "If the evil bitch finds out you're happy, you're toast!"

Finally, he decided to forego locking the office; there wasn't anything in the office worth stealing.

Figuring out how to unlock the Lexus was another challenge and Glen went back to his office and found the key to unlock the door and was puzzled when there was no 'click' when he twisted the key.

"I didn't lock it?" he asked himself, then couldn't remember why he'd come back to his office.

"Oh, yeah! To lock it!" he said and locked the door.

Again, the car's lock eluded him and he finally sat on the ground and, somewhat steadied by sitting, was able to unlock the car, and then slapped his forehead. He realized he could have used the keyless fob.

He pulled himself into the car, then fumbled around for the keys. He grew frantic, then wondered if he'd dropped them onto the ground.

He almost fell out of the car when he leaned out of the open door to see if he could see them on the ground. Then he got out of the car, looked all around, and then found the keys still in the door.

He closed the door, got the key out, then used the keyless fob to unlock the door and got back into the car.

Edna Roebuck was a sixty four year old mother of three fine young men and grandmother to two adorable little girls and a third grandchild on the way. Her doctor had warned Edna to cut back on the sweets, start taking a cholesterol lowering medication, and start walking daily.

She bought tennis shoes that cost a hundred and twenty nine dollars.

"The house note on our first place wasn't' that much," Edna told Maggie, her neighbor and best friend.

She also had wrist weights and ankle weights, pulled a pair of bright orange nylon running shorts up her flabby pasty white legs, pulled a plastic orange safety vest on over her U.L.D. Storm tee shirt, and set out to walk.

"How far today?" Maggie called out as Edna started off, swinging her arms back and forth.

"Did a mile yesterday," Edna called back, indicating her pedometer. "Going to try for it again."

At the half mile mark, Edna walked along the curb of the parking lot of an office building.

Glen started the car, leaned his head against the steering wheel and threw the car into reverse. He jammed the accelerator to the floor, then slammed on the brakes, put the car in forward and floored it again, then took his head off the steering wheel.

**..**

Brian entered his kitchen through the garage and saw a smiling Britney Haughton as she fussed at the stove.

"You have any idea how old that milk was?" she asked before kissing him.

"I don't have a clue," he admitted and squeezed her in a tight hug.

"I bet you bought it right before I moved," she said.

"But milk lasts that long, right?" he smiled as she gave a last stir to the candied yams before turning off the burner.

"No, not really," she laughed and pointed to the table.

Britney was a good cook. Not a great cook, but the food was good and filling.

"I threw out them Bubba Burgers; they were starting to turn blue," she announced as he was eating the last of his chicken breast.

"Threw out the milk too, huh?" he asked.

"Yeah, but don't worry, your precious beer's still in there," Britney said.

"It's there for when I watch football," he said.

"Football's so boring; I'm sure we can find something, ANYTHING better than that," she informed him.

"I don't know if you remember this or not, but your mom and dad gave me and Miss Barbara permission to spank you," Brian said as she grabbed his plate.

"Did you like it?" she asked, indicating his plate.

"It was wonderful, it was great, yes I liked it," he said and grabbed her around her waist. "But you're changing the subject."

"What was the subject?" she smiled.

"Football. Now, Jim and Kathy said 'she gets out of line, y'all give her a couple of swats.' Now, we never had to; you were a good kid, but if you mess with my New Orleans Saints, I will have to give you a couple of smacks on that butt, you hear?" He threatened.

"You wouldn't dare," she smiled and kissed him. "Wipe your face; got something on your chin."

"Don't test me, woman," he said as she dumped the bones into the trash can, then put the dishes into the sink.

"Uh huh; I cooked, you can do the dishes," she said.

Brian heard the television go on, then heard theme music for a show he did not recognize. Obviously, it was one that Britney liked; the volume jumped up.

He smiled as he scrubbed the dishes, then the pots and pan. His belly was full. There was a woman in his living room, watching her show. The grass had been cut a few days ago, there had been an afternoon thundershower so his flowers were watered. As soon as he dried the last pan, he'd grab a beer and join her on the couch and watch a show that promised to bore him to tears.

This was domestic bliss.

This was the happiest Brian Harris could remember being in years.

He waited until he heard a commercial; even as briefly as he'd been with Barbara, he knew not to interrupt during a television show.

"Hey, I just got to tell you something," he said, sitting next to her on the couch.

"You love me," she said, smiling at him.

"With all my heart and soul," he admitted.

"Well, I've already seen this one; it's where she tells him she's pregnant but it's not his baby.," Britney said, turned the volume down and crawled into his lap.

"Only our second date and you're already crawling into my lap?" he asked, amused.

"Date? Date? This isn't a date!" she said and kissed him. "This is just us doing what we're supposed to do. A date is where you take me somewhere and we do something. This is not a date."

"Well, you always wanted me to take you to Chucky Cheese," he suggested.

"Uh, yeah, when I was what? Five?" she asked, kissing him with plenty of tongue.

"I didn't know you when you were five," he laughed. "How about bowling? You like bowling?"

"And wear other people's shoes? I don't think so," she screeched.

"We can go, there's this place in Elgee, we'll get you your own shoes," Brian smiled at her twinkling eyes.

"This all right for bowling?" she asked, indicating her baggy shorts and tee shirt.

"Well, since you're going to be bending over a lot, I guess I'd rather you in a real short dress, or maybe some Daisy Dukes," he teased.

"And let everyone see I don't wear panties?" she screeched again. "I don't think so!"

"You don't wear panties?" he asked.

"No and I hate bras too. Not like I got any tits anyway," Britney confessed.

"But half the fun of panties is taking them off," Brian teased as she stopped his hand from finding out if she had on a bra or not.

"What's the other half, then?" she asked and kissed him quickly.