Chapter 2 Elizabeth
Characters:
Victor Thomas: College student, age nineteen
Brian Thomas: College student, age eighteen
Tuck Tucker: Owns three restaurants, age fifty-five
Elizabeth Tucker; The Witch, Tuck's second wife, age Thirty-two
Betty: Bookkeeper, petite, meek, age thirty-seven
Trudy: Office worker, age twenty. Large eyes are her distinguishing feature.
Vera Tucker: Tuck's first wife and mother of his daughters. Age forty-three
Eric: Restaurant Manager and fiancée of Caroline Tucker
Caroline Tucker: Tuck's older daughter, age twenty-three
Sarah Tucker; Tuck's younger daughter, age Twenty-one
Melinda: Housekeeper in Tucker home, Black, goes by Missy, age Twenty-eight
Salvatore: Tuck's cousin, Manager of Tuck-South.
I stood next to the car and drank my coffee while waiting for Mrs. Tucker. She appeared, dressed in a short summer skirt and tight top that accented her breasts. Not wanting to be berated by her sharp tongue, I lowered my eyes. Anyway, Tuck was with her.
"What do you think of my young wife this morning, Victor?" Tuck asked from the backseat. "I picked out her outfit and made her wear it for you."
I froze, not knowing if an answer to his question was required. Sneaking a look at them in the rear view mirror, I saw that he was smiling; she was scowling.
"I saw how you were eyeing her yesterday," Tuck continued.
"Stop this right now," Mrs. Tucker scolded her husband. "He's an employee for Christ's sake!"
Tuck was relentless. "Do you know how I got Liz to marry me, Victor?"
This was becoming embarrassing. Had he started drinking early this morning? "No, Sir," I felt obliged to answer.
He leaned forward and spoke in a low voice. "I'm hung like a horse," he said.
"TUCK! Shut the fuck up!" Mrs. Tucker shouted at her husband.
Fortunately, we were arriving at the office. I followed them upstairs. They went into their respective offices and I reported to Trudy, who was going to show me the duties I'd be assuming on Friday and Saturday. She took me behind a partition and showed me a variety of equipment that I'd be operating.
"You look like someone who got laid last night. Was it anyone I know?" she whispered.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, neither confirming nor denying that I'd gotten lucky.
"Was it one of the Tucker sisters? I hear they're hot little sluts."
"Definitely not," I said, embarrassed to be having this conversation with her.
"It wasn't....?" she asked, pointing in the direction of Mrs. Tucker's office.
I shook my head, amazed that she would even consider such a thing. Trudy gave up and began my training. In addition to sending faxes to vendors and the restaurants, distributing incoming faxes, and sorting the mail. Trudy showed me how to answer the telephone and forward calls.
It was a few minutes past ten when I answered a call from a woman with a frantic voice. "My produce hasn't arrived. Did that little tramp forget to order it again?"
"This is the Tuck Company. Who's calling, please?" I asked the caller.
"Victor? Is that you? This is Vera Tucker. I'm sorry I yelled at you."
"I'll find out about your produce, Mrs. Tucker," I said and reported the problem of the missing produce to Trudy. Unperturbed, she stepped outside the partition, where she could see Mrs. Tucker's office.
"Elizabeth, Vera didn't get her produce."
I was right behind Trudy when Mrs. Tucker came out of her office. Her face was pale and she had trouble speaking. "It's not...it's not there?"
Betty appeared, waving a facsimile that had just arrived. "Tuck-South got a double order."
"How could this happen? Why wasn't I told?" Mrs. Tucker shouted, becoming unraveled.
Betty tried to explain that she'd only discovered the error that moment, but Elizabeth Tucker was way beyond listening to reason.
Tuck came out of his office, looking disheveled, like he'd just woken up from a nap. "Tell Vera she'll have her produce in thirty minutes," he said to Trudy. He looked sympathetically at his current wife before addressing me. "I'll go with you, Victor. We'll take the van."
We left without looking at Mrs. Tucker. I drove the van and Tuck directed me to Tuck-South, which was nearby. During the short trip, Tuck talked incessantly in short sentences.
"She's one uptight bitch, isn't she? What she needs is a good fucking. I guess it's my responsibility to give it to her. May I give you some advice, Victor? Don't abandon the mother of your children for a younger woman. Don't become a drunk. It causes problems. I'll have to sober up and fuck my young wife. Are you listening to me, Vic?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You'll learn some valuable lessons this summer, Vic. Pay attention, and you won't make the same mistakes I've made. I can't teach you what to do, but I can sure as hell teach you what not to do."
"Yes, Sir."
His candid rambling had me wondering what I'd gotten myself into. What a pathetic mess he'd made of his life. I didn't know which one to feel sorry for, Tuck because he was going to have to sober up to make love to his wife, or his two wives because they were obviously at odds with one another.
Tuck got someone to help load Vera's produce order into the van, and sent me on my way to the mid-town restaurant. "Tell her not to be too hard on Elizabeth, then come back and pick me up," he said.
I drove as fast as I dared, and got to the mid-town restaurant before eleven A.M. Vera met me at the back door, obviously still upset. Like the day before, she wore a long skirt and lacy blouse. Even in her disagreeable mood, she was an attractive lady. It was easy to see where her daughters got their shapely bodies. After I unloaded the order I volunteered to help set up the salad bar, and my services were accepted.
"Thank you for saving the day, Victor," Vera said when everything was under control, and it was time for me to leave. It was nearly one P.M. when I got back to Tuck-South. I could tell that Tuck had had several drinks. He introduced me to the manager, a cousin named Salvatore. Sal asked if I'd eaten. I told him I hadn't. Tuck put away two more drinks while I was having my lunch. Then he had me take him to the house on my way back to the office.
Tuck was in another talkative mood. "We're having a family dinner tonight, and you're invited," he said when I dropped him off at the house.
Elizabeth Tucker had lost some of her haughtiness when I got back to the office.
"Did you tell Vera it was the produce company's mistake?" she asked.
"Yes ma'am," I said, wondering if she knew I'd lied to her. From the critical look she gave me I gathered she did.
She must have known that I'd delivered her husband back to their home because she didn't ask about him. Perhaps she didn't care.
Trudy continued to train me to operate the equipment in back of the partition. There was nothing difficult about her duties, except knowing how to respond to disgruntled callers. At six P.M. we closed the office, and to my surprise, Mrs. Elizabeth Tucker sat in the front seat with me on the ride home.
I was cautious not to mention the invitation Tuck had extended to me. And since she didn't say anything, I assumed he would forget about inviting me. We parted, she to the house and I to the cottage. I went inside and discovered the sheets on my bed had been changed.
Thirty minutes later I heard both Fiats arrive.
It wasn't long before there was a knock on my door. I opened it to see Missy dressed in a black uniform with a white apron.
"Come in," I said, wanting to investigate if she was wearing panties under the uniform.
"I can't. You're to come to dinner at the house."
"Don't you want some mouth to mouth?" I asked and watched her grin, sheepishly. She stepped inside. We kissed, and I rubbed the inside of her thigh.
"Don't go any higher. You've got to get ready," she said, standing still as my hand went higher.
"Who told you to fetch me? Was it Tuck?"
"No, it was the missus. You best stop now," she said as my finger parted the lips of her pussy. She was already wet, and my cock was growing.
"It was the missus?" I asked, inserting my finger into her pussy.
Missy put her hand on my wrist, and moved it downward. "The missus told me to say you need to wear a jacket and tie."
Reluctantly, I let her move away from me. "Thanks for changing my bed."
"It was the least I could do, seeing as how I helped mess it up," she giggled.
"Will I see you later?"
"You might, if I don't have to work too late," she said as she stepped outside, and left me watching her walk away. She didn't turn until she reached the back door of the house. Her grin became wide and toothy before she disappeared inside the house.
I showered quickly and got dressed in the only summer suit I'd brought with me. Missy and Elizabeth Tucker were busy in the kitchen when I entered the back door. I was surprised when Mrs. Tucker smiled and told me to join the others in the next room.
Tuck ask what I wanted to drink as soon as I entered the room. It was an informal room with a wet bar, a large television and a few chairs. Soft music was coming from speakers at each corner of the room. I told him I'd have whatever he was having, and was given a very strong mixture of scotch and water.
