Over the years, I had developed many friends through my hobbies of CB radio and auto racing. Many an evening was spent enjoying one of our coffee and bullshit gatherings that seemed to develop spontaneously. Someone over the radio would suggest meeting at a Sambo's for coffee, and, before you knew it, twenty, thirty people, sometimes more, would show up.
Most of us also ordered something to eat while we were there. So, the manager at the local Sambo's allowed us to freely use his back room and help ourselves to the coffee. We were a sober, but boisterous, group. But, since we had the back room to ourselves, the restaurant manager didn't mind the noise. He often assigned his best waitress to work exclusively with our group. She, in turn, usually received a very nice tip from us. She frequently picked up a couple hundred dollars in tips for just a couple hours of easy work. Once we all had our food, she, more often than not, joined us. Due to the nice tips and fun atmosphere, Sambo's waitresses were eager to serve us.
All but one, that is.
There was one particular waitress who didn't like or appreciate us at all. She was an older lady who just wasn't up to the noise and bustle of serving so many people at once. She was also a bit on the crabby side. We refered to her as Granny Grump. While most of the waitresses laughed and joked with us, and returned our smart remarks with comments of their own, Granny hated our racket. She especially didn't like our self-help with the coffee. As Granny worked our group, she quickly became nervous, and her hands trembled.
Granny was indirectly responsible for my meeting Carol and her family.
The fateful night I met Carol, she and her family had, for the first time, joined our CB group at Sambo's. Carol was a large woman. She stood about 5'8", and she weighed well over 350 pounds. She was married to Bill, also a large person. They had four children, two boys 6 and 15, and two girls 11 and 13. Carrie, the 13-year-old girl, was seated directly across from me at our large table.
As Granny served soft drinks and water to the children, a glass of iced water fell off her tray. Carrie, with a shriek, caught most of the cold water on her head and chest. Most of our group began loudly laughing after we realized no one was hurt. Nobody was upset over what was obviously an accident, except maybe Carrie.
Granny, instead of getting a towel to clean up the water, just stood there. She repeatedly said, "I didn't do that!"
Being a natural born smart-ass, I asked Granny, "You have ghosts in here, or what? Oh, I know, the glass just jumped off your tray and onto Carrie's head, all by it self." I said, with just a touch of sarcasm.
Wagging my finger at the offending glass, I said, "Bad glass! Bad glass!" The glass was thus duly admonished.
I then teased Carrie by asking, "Carrie, why did you pour that water over your head? Is it that hot in here?"
Carrie began laughing about her wet head with the rest of us.
When Granny didn't seem to be making any effort to get a towel, I took the initiative, got a towel, and gave it to Carrie. Carrie dried herself, and our evening continued.
With his apologies, the manager quickly replaced Granny with another waitress.
Over the next, few months, I became friends with Carol, and her family. They soon were joining me when I raced my car at the local dirt track.
As it turned out, Bill was a workaholic. He put in sixty to eighty hours a week, every week, at his job as a machinist. Though he made good money, he was never available to his family. He was either working or sleeping. Only the racing seemed to give them an opportunity to be together as a family.
After a while, I had begun attending the kids' sporting events and school activities in Bill's place. One night, Bill told me he appreciated my help with his family activities. Little did he know, Carol had been giving hints she wanted me to assist Bill in other family duties, as well.
For several weeks Carol had been making comments and doing things that indicated she could be easily had. Comments such as, "I haven't had a sex life for such a long time," and "I wish I had a lover like you." She frequently asked intimate questions about my activities with my dates. Whenever she passed by me, she always let a hand brush my back or my ass.
One Friday night, after a tough evening at the race track, we went back to Bill and Carol's home, and I had a few drinks. Neither Bill nor Carol drank that night. Bill was getting ready to return to work. He said they had a rush order to get out. Carol convinced me I had been drinking too much to drive home, and suggested I stay there. She said I could sleep on their couch. Before leaving for work, Bill also told me I should stay.
They were probably right. I had consumed a good deal of alcohol. Very soon after that, I removed my clothes under the blanket Carol had provided, I had dozed off. I was fast asleep even before Bill left for work.
