These are not "Stand alone" Chapters. I suggest reading from the beginning.
This story is the product of a diseased and febrile mind. As such, it is fiction. Having said that; All my stories are true, even the ones I make up.
Copyright 2007 L_D_Darrow
I wish to thank Wolv_Project for taking the time to edit my offering. All mistakes are mine solely, whether planed or not.
Part four of eight: Two beauties apply this time
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I got a long letter from a UoA student wishing to pursue the study Kate had started, depicting all the areas left to fill. It was signed O. Hills. The person sounded nice enough so I replied politely. I stated that my experience with Miss Kate Brown left me less than enthusiastic to be of any help. I pointed out that the refuge was quite close to the study area and was available.
A week later I got another letter not on a UoA letterhead.
Dear Mr. Brown
I can understand some of your reluctance to accept my plea
for assistance. I have had the misfortune recently to spend
an extended time with Miss Brown on an expedition, I found
her to be somewhat less than an admirable person. However
the project she started has some intrinsic value if pursued.
I will be in the area this coming Saturday, Would you accept
the offer of a drink to compensate for me pleading to you in
person? I will be at the Roadside Bar/Eat and Fire Station
after 5pm and until closing.
Thank you, O. Hills.
The frank admission of dislike caught my attention. I could see why it wasn't on an official letterhead. I was curious about what had dear Kate had been up to. I wondered why it was O. Hills, and how would I recognize him/her. The Bar was only twelve miles or so, and I could just hang out and see who came in at 5pm. I occasionally stopped in there anyway. Not enough to where people would know me though.
I wandered in around 4:15, found a good spot at the bar where I could see people come in the door in the mirror behind the bar. I ordered a beer and nursed it along. There were quite a few people there but most of them went into the dining area for supper. At around 5pm, I watched several more come in but they were either known by people drinking or were here for the food. At five after, two girls came in and looked around. They looked like sisters to me, in their late teens or more. Probably more because you had to be 21 to drink here. One of them pointed at me and they came over.
With a single finger one touched my shoulder. "Excuse me but you look like Kyle Brown."
"I'm amazed you would know me by sight. Are either of you O. Hills?"
"I am Olive Hills, this is my sister Candy. I would like to up my offer to supper, if you are willing to put up with two broads from Tucson, Mr. Brown."
I sipped from the warm beer, "Can we agree to use first names?"
"Yes Kyle. Shall we see if there's room?"
I finished my beer and followed the girls. They were trim, in good shape and reasonably well breasted girls. As they did not ask for alcohol I still was guessing ages. We were shown to a table not far from the restrooms. I decided to have a steak, a specialty of the house and not nearly as expensive as in Tucson. Olive had a seafood platter and Candy had pasta. No business was attempted during the meal and I was in a much more congenial mood after. I was sure it was intentional. We talked about a variety of subjects. The girls seemed well informed and not afraid to express their opinions.
I ordered a beer, as did Olive. Candy ordered coffee. Olive had to show her ID. They didn't ask Candy or me.
I sighed. Olive asked "What Kyle?"
"There was a time not long ago when I had to show my ID. Not anymore."
They snickered.
"Ok girls." I said. "Go ahead and convince me."
Olive started to expand on the importance of the research. I stopped her. "I am willing to agree to the importance of your work. What you need to do, is convince me that I should allow you on to my property after I booted Miss Brown off for trespassing."
Candy, wide-eyed said. "You did? When?"
"It's been weeks now." I settled deeper in my chair, beer in hand.
"Candy." Said Olive, clearly a warning.
"How did you know who I was?" I asked Olive.
"Miss Brown had a picture of you sitting in a room, at a computer. She obviously took it through a window while you were not aware. She told everyone she was going to marry you when she got back."
"Including the several playmates she was
seeing?