The air was crisp as I walked down 7th avenue. The air was always crisp his time of year. I usually walked later in the day, but today I had an appointment. My new job started today. After 9 years of working in a factory I was ready for a move. So far I don't know much about the job, I answered an ad in the newspaper. It said "High wages, night time hours, little to no experience needed. No one under the age of 21." It also included a call number. When I called the lady told to arrive early for orientation, so here I am taking my afternoon walk early in the morning.
As I rounded the corner at 7th and Rutherford, I noticed a moving van across the street from my house. They must have arrived while I was out, it was odd I didn't even know that the house was for sale. The house had been owned by a nice old lady. Her name was Mrs. Gertrude. She was a very nice old lady, many times she fixed me dinner while I was gearing up for a long night of studies for school. See I only worked at the factory part time, I was going to school at the community college, but that didn't go anywhere. In my spare time between work and school I always made sure to check on Mrs. Gertrude. I would pretty regularly mow her lawn in the summer, rake her leaves in the fall, and shovel snow in the winter. There were times when I worked so hard helping her out, she would invite me in for dinner but I would pass out on her couch.
I was quite worried about Mrs. Gertrude, she hadn't made any queues that she would be leaving. I made a short detour to check on her. When I got closer to the van I noticed something that confused me beyond belief for a moment. Things were being removed from it, not put in. There was no way Mrs. Gertrude was already out I talked with her three days ago. I'll never forget it, she reprimanded me for leaving the factory. She kept saying " How can you leave such a stable job. Boy I'll never understand what goes through that thick noggin of yours. This is just like when you that school. You had such a future in, what was it, social economics. And you spent so much time on your degree."
I walked on up to the front door, it was open and I thought I would find out from Mrs. Gertrude. There were boxes all over, some were open others were closed, many were about half full. I headed up the stairs to Mrs. Gertrude's room. The door was cracked and I could hear a steady beeping. I took a peek in the door, what I saw brought tears to my eyes. Mrs. Gertrude was laying in her bed, asleep, but she was hooked up to several machines that looked like they came out of hospital. I went to push open the door when I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Can I help you?"
I nearly jumped out of my pants but when I turned around I almost needed to change my pants. Before my eyes stood a young girl probably 18. She had long hair the color of white sand that reached about her mid back. She was wearing a spaghetti string tank top that showed off her smooth shoulders and her supple neck. Her skin was pale like she didn't get out in the sun very much. She had a little smaller than average breasts but she made up for it in a very petite waist and stomach line. She showed off very well with a small black shirt that could have passed as a sports bra. She made an effort to show off her hip bones in a pair of very low riding bluejeans.
"Umm, yea. Maybe. My name it Nick, I live across the street." I had to try really hard to look her in the eyes. She had an incredible body. I was almost scared to think about her since I was only in jogging shorts.
"Oh, yea granny told me all about you. The things you have done for her. Anyway I'm Felicia Reynolds. Gertrude is my grand mother." I could tell she really did know who I was. But her body language told me she was worried or upset about something.
"What is wrong with her? She seemed fine a few days ago."
"That is what we thought. Three days ago she was admitted to the hospital. It was nothing big but when she got out she got sick again. I was already packed up headed for college out west but I decided to come here and help granny instead. I just hope she will make it ok. She has been asleep for two days. The nurses say she is fine but....listen to me go on. I'm sure you have better things to do." Her eyes never left me , even when she spoke of Gertrude. It was a little flattering, but she was right, I did have better things to do.
"That is really ok. I wouldn't expect less. Gertrude has been like my granny too. I have been here alone for nearly four years. She always looked out for me since the day I moved in. She brought me a fresh baked, hot rhubarb pie. Well it was nice to meet you Felicia but I do have an interview to get to. But tell you what, do you like Mongolian food?"
"I have never had it."
"Well I will grab some on my way home. You are taking care of Gertrude, so I guess I owe you. Anyway, I guess I'll see you tonight." I headed for the door but as I started down the stairs I heard feet behind me. I stopped in the middle of the stairs as the footsteps caught up with me. I turned around to see Felicia running to catch up. She got to me in a few more steps and threw her arms around my neck. She gave me a kiss on the check before she leaned back with a sad smile. I placed my arms on the middle of her back. The mere touch of my hands on the bare skin of her back brought thick tears to her eyes. She dropped her head to my shoulder and her body almost went limp.
"It is so frustrating." My shoulder was getting wet from her tears. I picked her up enough to hold her in my arms and carried her down the stairs. The couch was free of any boxes, and I could vouch for how comfortable it was. I sat her down on the couch, but her arms were locked around me. I sat down with her and her head fell into my lap. "Why does all of this happen to me? What did I do to deserve this? Why Nick?"
"Felicia you can't blame yourself for what has happened to your granny." I stroked her head as I tried to calm her down, but her tears didn't let up.
"I'm sorry Nick, I didn't tell you the truth. About six days ago, I came home and all of my things were packed up. My parents were kicking me out of the house. They said that I was 18 and I had to leave. They didn't care where I went. I called granny and she said she had room. So I came here. Now this. And to top it off my boyfriend left me the day before. It is all so frustrating." She sat up as she finished talking, the tears had slowed a bit. I kept my hand around her shoulders. And I wiped her tears away with my free hand. She grabbed my hand with a light grip and placed it on her leg. She laid her head down on my chest and looked up at me with longing eyes.
"Felicia I can't do this. I really need to go. I promise I will come back tonight after my interview. Really I hate to leave you like this, really hate it. But I must go. Right now I don't need a distraction. I'm sorry." I got to the door as quick as I could. My balls were screaming at me to turn around, but my head was in the right place. Not often those two disagree but at least this time it was my brain that was in control. I needed a job, a girl would be great, but a job is more important now. I couldn't let myself get distracted today.
I made it to the building about ten minutes early. Of course I had to rush to get ready after the thing with Felicia. The building was your standard office building. It was a little to standard for a company that required someone over 21. I walked through the front doors and into a posh waiting room. There was a small water fountain in the middle under a chandelier. The chairs were all made of a soft leather. The walls were painted in a creamy yellow. The sign above the front desk read: Clubhouse Specials. The girl at the front desk was a vision. She was wearing a strapless top that rode her nipple line. Her breasts were so big that I was almost scared if she laughed they would fall out. Her hair was loose and a wavy dark brown. She had beautiful eyes that would be shortly interrupted by gorgeous lashes you could sweep a floor with. I walked up to the desk, as she noticed me she smiled to reveal the most lovely smile I have ever seen.
"Welcome to Clubhouse Specials. Are you a client or a new employee?"
