Copyright 2014
Just to prove I am still writing, here is the start to the two books about Mike in Ontario.
Welcome to the world of Michael Claymore. For those who are fans of Mike's from his mystery novels what we have here is a series about his life prior to the mysteries. We will discover what makes him tick, so to speak.
I envision this prequel series in the following way:
1. Mike joins the navy.
"Midnight Train to Halifax"
1, 2, 3, 4 & 5. Mike's life in the navy
"Mike's Navy" - a five part series
6 & 7. Mike's life in Ontario
"Mike's Ontario - a two part novel
8. Mike goes west.
"Into the Sunset"
For those unfamiliar with Mike Claymore please proceed... BUT a word of caution. Mike's novels are very explicit meaning they push the limits of eroticism. If you are the least squeamish about nudism or sexual intercourse you would be advised to seek reading elsewhere. And now I turn you over to Mike... enjoy!
Chapter One
It's Friday, May 30, 1986 and the location is Kingston, Ontario, Canada in a home on Bath Road near the head of Collins Bay. It's a rental home and the rent is paid at the nearby Collins Bay Animal Hospital to the owner of both buildings. Mike is not home, he's at the animal hospital but not to pay his rent, he's paid it already.
Mike has been walking the beach in the early morning light and has come up by the animal hospital on his way home. He's wracking his brain trying to decide what to do. He rented this home with the expectation he had employment with a nearby munitions manufacturer as a truck driver but when he arrived to take up his job the company has gone broke and sold out overnight. He has no job.
He calls, "Good morning, Ho," Ho Kling's a foreign student attending Queen's University in the city. He's doing undergraduate studies in mathematics and engineering, as well as part time employment here at the animal hospital. "Is Audrey in yet?" Audrey Madden is the resident veterinarian.
"I haven't seen her yet, Mr. Claymore. See if her car is out front, sir." He goes on feeding animals along the back pens. Mike proceeds shaking his head. No matter how he tries to persuade him Ho will not call him Mike. Mike likes the vet that works here, she's about thirty and divorced, but she's a redhead and he has a failing for redheads. He likes to tease and flirt with her.
Perhaps he should go home and flirt with his wife but he spots Audrey's car in the lot. Now Mike is a twenty one year old hormone stuffed healthy male that can seldom refuse his lusty nature so he rushes into the building. "Good morning, Audrey," he sings out. "Where are you hiding?"
She peeks out of an office door, "Mike? What're you up to today?"
"I came by for a morning quickie but if you're tied up..."
"Mike! Shame on you! If you're wife heard you say that she'd skin you alive." She comes out grinning to the counter, "Besides if I ever agreed with you I'd break your back!" she laughs, "So beware!"
"Actually I was wondering if you might have any ideas on how I could get a job. Do you know of anyone hiring? Or even anyone needing help?"
"Have you checked the unemployment office?"
"I looked in on them yesterday afternoon. Nothing for a truck driver. And whatever they did have is unionized. I'm not a member yet." Mike plays with her arm working in towards a breast. She slaps at him in an irritated manner.
"Most non-union outfits stay away from hiring through the Unemployment Office. You might find newspaper ads or by word of mouth."
Mike leans in to kiss her mouth and she backs away, "Mike, stop that! You know what I mean."
"I wanted to check your word of mouth." he grins. "Okay," he sighs, "I'll check the paper. Do you have today's"
"I haven't read it yet. Go ahead and check it. If there's anything you can tear it out." Mike takes the classifieds and she takes the paper reading the headlines. "Weren't you here around the first of May with a blonde and four kids? Where'd she go?"
"That was Josey, the last renter."
"You had a big blue truck..." she grins, "... and you spent the night. At least one night. So that wasn't your wife, eh?"
"You'll meet my wife, she's at the house now. Her name's Marlene. She's a brunette, nearly my height and dyne-o-mite! We have two kids, a boy and a girl." He asks, "Where's Camden East?"
"It's between Odessa and Napanee about six miles north of the 401. Why?"
"It says someone is looking for a truck driver over there but all they leave is a phone number. I wonder who that would be?"
"Camden East? I have no idea. I live out at Odessa with my mom. There's no big business in Camden East that I know."
"Maybe I'll give him a call. Maybe you have brought me luck. I'm going to owe you more than a quickie now. Dang!"
"Oh go home and screw your old lady." she laughs.
"Hey, that's a good idea. Thanks for the hint!" He asks, "Can I take this section of the paper?" She waves him off nodding as he leaves.
Two doors over in the red brick ranch Mike enters the door and calls out he's home. His wife magically appears by his elbow with a fresh cup of coffee in hand. She says, "Where'd you get the paper? I thought you went for a walk along the beach."
"I stopped by the animal hospital on my way back and swiped theirs." He flips it open, "There's a possible job offer in there driving truck. I'll call about it." He sips his coffee.
"Can't you find anyone from Valcartier Industries? They're the ones who offered you the job. I would think they should have to provide one."
"I'm inquiring all over but so far no one knows anyone still around from the company. I heard many employees were let go and have moved out of the area. I'd like to go up to Sudbury and see what's going on at their new plant up there. I hear it's laying off as well, though and it might be under a new name. I heard it's been bought by CIL (Canada Industries Limited) or SNC Technologies, Inc. There's also a rumor the whole thing is in receivership and on the block."
"Why all the secrecy?"
"To avoid responsibilities. They had contracts for everything in their daily operation. None of those contacts are being met now so they are under all kinds of legal and likely some illegal means to protect themselves. I doubt there's any dependable work to be had there now. It's a shame since there were a lot of good people in that company."
"Well, come eat some breakfast. Would you like bacon or sausages with your eggs?"
"Bacon, I guess. How long until it's ready? Do I have time to make a call?"
"Make it quick." Mike calls the number in the paper and a man answers. He asks if Mike is in the union and agrees to meet him at Denny's at two PM at the truck stop in Napanee.
"He seemed happy when I said I wasn't in the union and that I have experience driving in Canada and the USA. I hope it's on the up and up, not some illegal crap. Anyway, I'm meeting him at Denny's in Napanee after lunch."
Mike makes his way to the truck stop at Napanee and pulls in around back where the trucks are parked out of habit. He parks and goes inside to greet Toni, a 22 year five foot six brunette who is a waitress here. "Hi beautiful, what's new?"
"Mike, someone's looking for you. He was in here a few minutes ago. I'm sure he'll be back. Coffee?"
"He didn't say who he was, eh?" She shakes her head. "I guess you better pour me a cup." He grins. "When we getting together again?"
She grins, "Not now, here he comes."
A husky mustached man in vest and baseball cap approaches and asks, "Are you Mike?" Mike nods and offers his hand. The guy shakes it saying, "KG Richardson here, Mike. Glad to meet you." He nods towards Toni and asks, "Are you busy, Mike? If not would you like to join me out back?"
"Don't bother with the coffee, beautiful. Later!" He gets up to go out to the yard with the prospective employer. He asks, "So what have you got for a job?"
"I like that, a man of action and a self starter. See that rig ahead of you?" He nods to a cab over tractor, a 1977 red and white International Transtar II in good looking repair with Richardson splashed across the door.
Mike smiles, "Yeah, nice looking rig. Which engine you got in it?"
"It's not a Binder, got a Cummins KT 450 six in that baby. 1150 cu. in. of turbo charged power. It does the job! Do you think you can handle it?"
Mike scratches his jaw, "I guess I might need a few minutes to figure her out but I've driven a lot worse. I started out on a logging truck with twin sticks, it was an old second world war vintage Hayes. Drove from Halifax to Vancouver Island for the navy with that one."
"How come your out of work now?"
"I was supposed to have a job driving for Valcartier so I left the navy and when I arrive here they're gone. Guess I could be working now if I was a member of the union but no time for that yet either."