What a disappointing week I think as I lay in bed. What had started out with so much promise quickly disintegrated. It started Sunday morning with Mandy. After the night we had, I was hoping for more of the same in the morning. When I woke up she wasn't in bed. I found her sitting in the kitchen wearing one of my shirts and playing with the puppy. She got up and came over to me but only hugged me. She was embarrassed because she hadn't brushed her teeth which made sense so I let her borrow a new tooth brush and we quickly went back to bed. Just before things got going though, her phone rang. It was Anna calling to say that Levi was asking to go home. That pretty much ended anything I had planned.
After dropping her off at Anna's house and making a promise to meet up later in the week I went back home. Just as I walked through the door my phone rang. It was Heather with news that we couldn't borrow her friend's cabin because it was already being rented. I could tell she was disappointed and told her that we could still do something else so after we hung up we both tried to find another place to go. As it turns out there is some sort of festival and everything was booked. We decided to postpone our getaway with a promise to get together. Unfortunately that never happened as Heather came down with a cold and was stuck at home all week.
But the highlight of the week would be my date with Summer. It started out promising when I arrived at her house. She answered the door in a very sexy little black dress. Sadly, that turned out to be the only bright spot of the night. She was very nervous and didn't say much on the drive over to the party. She relaxed some once we got there, but then her ex-boyfriend arrived with a girl that I can only describe as hideous. She was about the same height as Summer, but probably weighed twice as much, was covered in tattoos and had half her head shaved while the other half was multi-colored. Summer went nuts when she saw her and started ranting and raving about her. She then started drinking heavily till I had to hold her hair back while she puked over the railing into the lake.
I took her home and tried to put her to bed. Somehow she got the idea that we were going to have sex, but it was the furthest thing from my mind. All I wanted to do was go home and straight to bed so I could start fresh. When I pushed her away from trying to kiss me she started crying and screaming about what a terrible person she was. It took me an hour to get her settled down and finally one of her roommates came home and helped me get her to bed. Her roommate was a big help and I soon found myself at home, sitting on my back deck drinking a large glass of bourbon.
About the only good thing that happened that week was that I saw Judy several times and even though nothing was happening, she was definitely the highlight of the week. She brought her dog over to play with Pup and the dogs had a really good time. I got to know her a little which turned out to be great, but something kept stopping me from asking her out on a date. Although she was always smiling, there seemed to be something hidden that I couldn't quite figure out.
The phone rings and brings me out of my reverie. "Hey John, it's Heather."
"Hey, are you feeling better?"
"Yes, finally. Thanks for asking. Do you have any plans for today?"
"Just finish off a small project, but it shouldn't take me long. What do you have in mind?"
"Unfortunately not what you are probably thinking, although I wish I had time for that," she says and then laughs.
"How do you know what I'm thinking?"
"Please, I'm thinking the same thing and hope that I can see you sometime this week. I actually need a favor from you."
"Ok," I say cautiously.
"A friend of mine needs someone strong to help her move some boxes. She says it shouldn't take long, maybe an hour or so and she'd pay you for helping her."
"I can help her out and she doesn't need to pay me."
"She insists that she pay you. It's not a lot, but she can't do it herself. She's a really nice lady. I'll give you her number and I'll let you set it up."
After taking the number and saying goodbye I call her friend. "Hello."
"Hi Becky, my name is John. Heather asked me to give you a call."
"Oh right. She told you'd call. Did she explain what I need?"
"Just that you had some boxes to move."
"It's more than just some boxes. It's all of my ex-husband's stuff. Clothes, tools and a bunch of other stuff. I just need it moved to the garage so that he can pick it up tomorrow. I don't even know what is in each box since he did the packing himself."
"I can be there in an hour."
"That would be great. Thank you so much." She gave me her address and an hour later I pull up to her house. She lives in one of the nicer neighborhoods in town. I had looked at a few houses here myself and had almost bought one right down the street.
I knock on the door and am speechless when Becky opens the door. Becky is about 5'8 with long dark hair, greenish-brown eyes and very dark skin. She is athletically built with nice tits, a thin waist and long muscular legs. "Hi, John. I'm Becky. Come on in."
"Thanks. It's nice to meet you Becky." She steps aside and I notice that she is walking with a crutch. I try not to stare but she's already noticed.
"A present from my ex. He came home drunk after a business meeting that didn't go too well and he decided to take it out on me." Her eyes showed how angry she was, but her tone is measured, like she was trying to stay in control. I look at her face more closely and see the carefully concealed black eye and a few other marks. "This is why I needed your help. He was supposed to take it with him the other day but he got interrupted. Or so he says."
I don't know what to say and just ask to show me what needs to be moved. There are boxes scattered all over the place and have obviously been left on purpose to make it inconvenient. "I tried to move some of them, but it is just too much. I called Heather hoping she'd know someone that could help and she told me about you."
"I'll take care of it. Where do you want me to put them?"
"In the garage is fine unless you know of a deep, dark cave we can bury them." I can tell that she is right on the edge of a meltdown so I just start moving boxes. "And you don't have to be careful with them."
"Do you want to check any of these before I start stacking them?"
"No thanks. Let the bastard take whatever he wants." There are tears starting to form in her eyes but she turns away to try and hide them from me.
It takes me less than an hour to get them all in the garage, but I can't find Becky to tell her I am done. I call her name but she doesn't answer and I start to get concerned. While walking through the house again I hear her voice and realize that she is out back. I find her talking on the phone and clear my throat to get her attention.
"Sorry to interrupt, but I've moved everything. Do you need anything else?"
"Hold on. I'll be right there." She says good-bye to whoever she is speaking to and comes back inside. "Thank you so much. I'm sure there are a lot of other things you'd rather be doing on a nice day like today. Let me at least pay you."
"Don't be silly. A friend of Heather's is a friend of mine. You have my number so if you need anything else just call." For the first time since I got here she smiles.
"Thank you. That means a lot." As Becky walks me to the front door her crutch catches on the edge of the carpet and I quickly catch her before she falls to the floor. One of my arms is pressed against her chest and I move it quickly to keep her from thinking I'm trying to feel her up. I can feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment and I notice her cheeks are red as well.
