You'll need some background so be sure to read my earlier submission first. "My Retirement"
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It was Monday evening when my cell phone went off. It was Beth. She was frantic saying her mom knew her car was at my place all day Saturday and Saturday night until Sunday just after noon. She had told her mom that she went for a ride in the country and the car broke down in front of my driveway and I put the car in my shop and gave her a lift home and her friend Ginnie gave her a ride Sunday to pick it up after I got it fixed. She had already called Ginnie and got her to lie for her but she still wasn't going for it.
I asked if she had told Ginnie want happened between us and how the hell did her mom find out?
She said she had to tell Ginnie and she swore she would keep it hush-hush. She had no idea how her mom found out. She also said she didn't tell her mom that I am her bus driver. She also said her mom is going to come talk to me but didn't know when.
I told her to delete my number from her contacts list and delete the calls she made to me and hope to high heaven she doesn't check the cell phone bill. We hung up.
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Thursday evening about 6:30 the doorbell sounded off. I looked at the monitor that overlooked the front door and saw Beth standing there but it appeared she had cut her hair and was wearing a tight dress and very high heels. "What a nice tight ass she has" I thought as I could only she her from the rear unless she turned around. I went to the door and opened it. To my surprise, it was not Beth but someone that looked exactly like Beth but older. "Her older sister?" I thought. Same tits and figure almost to a tee.
See said, "Hello, my name is Sally. I'm Beth's mom."
"Ok, something I can do for you?"
She raised her voice just a tad and said, "Yes, I think maybe there is."
"Would you like to come in?" I said as I opened the screen. "My name is James Mathison. Nice to meet you."
"Well, I suppose we'll have to wait and see about that part of it" she sneered refusing my extended hand.
"Fuck. Just how much does she know?" I wondered.
"My daughters car was here from Saturday morning until 12:30 Sunday afternoon."
"Yes, that's true"
"I want to know why."
Her car broke down..." I started
"Bullshit, that's a lie" she quipped. "She wasn't home Saturday afternoon or night until about 1:15 Sunday afternoon. I've talked to my neighbor's and they said she left about 10:00 AM Saturday and they went over to check on her Saturday evening and Sunday morning and there was no answer at the door. I want to know what the hell is going on."
"Other than me telling you, how do you know her car was here at that time?"
"I'm not willing to say" she fired back. "Now what is going on between you and my daughter? Are you one of those internet predators?"
I laughed at that, but I was sure she knew just about everything by now. At least she doesn't know I'm her bus driver.
"Are you fucking my teenaged daughter?" She sat down and the hem of her dress slid up quite a bit. She attempted to pull it down but I'm fairly certain it wasn't a true attempt.
"If you tell me how you know her car was here, then I'll let you know exactly what happened"
She leaned forward allowing me to see more of the delightful cleavage she was sporting and said, "I'm not telling you that. End of story. How did you manage to get her car fixed on a weekend without it leaving your house?"
"A very good friend of mine owns a shop and helped me out by coming to look at it on Saturday. He came back early Sunday morning and replaced whatever it was and got it going again" I explained.
"Then I assume you have an invoice for the repair work?" she inquired. "I'll pay you back."
"Actually, no. He said he owed me one anyway and didn't invoice it through his shop. She was a young woman in distress and needed help. I'm not inclined to be paid back even if I had paid something for the work."
"Untraceable. That's really convenient, now isn't it?"
I could tell she was getting frustrated trying to catch me in a lie so I threw some fuel on the fire. "Actually, yes. It is extremely convenient. How did you find out her car was here?"
"I told you I'm not giving you that information."
"Then I'm guessing our conversation is over, Ms. Anderson." Shit, how did I know her last name? Quick, think damn it. Oh, that's right, Beth told me her last name.
"How did you know...oh, I suppose Beth told you, didn't she?" She's really pissed now.
"Is this demon lady a mind reader, too?" I thought. "How did I know what?" I asked.
"Never mind" she quipped.
"You're pissed at me for no good reason. Her car broke down and I gave her a ride home and helped her get it fixed. She had a girl named Ginnie bring her over to check on it on Sunday. It was fixed so she took it with her." I said. "If you can't believe that, then it's time for you to go."
"Wait...Ok, I'll tell you how I know her car was here, but in return, I want you to show me everything that happened. Deal?"
"I just told you what happened. This conversation is over." I got up and headed for the door. " WAIT, WHAT. SHOW HER? Why did she use that term?" went through my mind. I wanted to find out. "Tell you what. I'll take your deal if it's still offered. But don't be surprised when it's the same thing I just told you."
"Now I'm not really sure I want to know" she stammered. She sat there silent looking at me. Or rather looking me up and down.
"You want something to drink?"