Mack had logged the big trees of the Pacific Northwest for years. His physical appearance was rugged, his tanned skin covered with the small scars from being hit by branches and a few larger scars from an errant saw. Women loved the bulging muscles in his arms, his washboard stomach, and his strong chin. He loved women with long legs and firm breasts. A flash of his large white teeth from across a bar would usually be enough to attract a beauty halfway to his bed. His gift of gab would often seal the deal.
Chet, like Mack, had been a logger for years. He had given up and moved eastward to start his own landscape maintenance company, something more stable and less dangerous. Mack wasn't far behind, the trees and jobs no longer as plentiful. Chet told him he lived in Union Springs on the shore of Lake Alexander and to look him up if he needed work. Mack had heard of the legend of Lake Alexander and a resort full of amputees.
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Mack tilted the tall glass of beer back letting the golden liquid rush down his throat. The approving sigh rushed out his mouth as he placed the glass back on the table. The blonde took the new glass of beer from the server and walked with a swish to her hips towards Mack. "Looks like you need another one of these." Her voice was as smooth as velvet and she leaned forward reveling the canyon between the ample, but not overly large breasts, something he devoted time exploring with his eyes before smiling and thanking her.
He pointed at the empty stool at the small tall table where he sat alone. "That's just waiting for you." His eyes focused again on her chest.
One of her hands pressed against the underside of a breast and lifted it slightly. "You seem taken with these," she teased. A quick glance at his large hands and she slowly whispered, "Bet those would wrap nicely around them." Her eyes drilled into his. "Too bad we're here, it's been awhile since they've been held by a ... real man." The last words rolled softly from her lips. The hand that touched the breast slipped across the short distance to his hand and wrapped around the fingers. "No rush, they'll still want to be held later. Let's talk." Her lips puckered slightly for a moment as though being kissed. "I like to talk too," she drawled.
"I'm Mack, new in town, just this afternoon." He pulled her fingers to his lips and faked a kiss.
"We'll Mack, guess I'll just have to acquaint you to the area. I'm Amanda. What do you do?"
He rubbed his forearm for a moment as he stared into the canyon then looked at her beautiful face. "A friend owns a landscape company and he's giving me a job."
"Yeah, must be Chet."
"Do you know him?"
She nodded as she wrapped the other hand around her drink, the hand missing most of the ring finger.
"Looks like someone was careless with a knife," he joked.
She laid the hand flat on the table and spread the fingers wide then wiggled the short stump. "Yup ... I was. Do you mind?" She stared at the finger stump as it continued to move.
"I guess not, do you?"
"Oh hell no. I kind of like it."
"It almost sounds like you did it on purpose."
"A lady can't give away all her secrets." She laughed and rubbed a finger from the other hand over the end of the stump. As Mack stared with great interest, Amanda's cell phone rang. He listened to her and the faint sounds from the other person. She flipped the phone closed and looked up at him. "Sorry, guess that boob grope will have to wait for another time. I'm here often if you're interested." She flashed a huge smile then walked away.
Mack watched her long legs and great ass encased in tight jeans. He thought he detected a slight limp in the left leg, but she disappeared into the crowd before he could see another step. A pair of men, one much older than the other, replaced the space where he last saw her. The younger, maybe in his twenties, walked on crutches, his left leg not extending past the hem of his short pants. Mack continued to watch them though the corner of his eye until they sat at a neighboring table identical to his. The man leaned his crutches against the wall by the table. Mack sipped more of his beer.
"Hey Bob, Luke," the thirty something attractive female server said while facing the older man then the younger one. It was loud enough for Mack to overhear. He let his eyes wander over her pleasant form, mentally undressing her. Her black skirt ended several inches above the knees revealing a prosthetic leg on the left side. His gaze remained riveted on it, occasionally glancing at the other man missing his leg. Under the table, he noticed the end of the man's stump was now peaking from the end of the short pants.
"Nice to see ya Bonnie," Bob said to the server. "How's the leg?"
"Great. The socket fits now and I walk so much better. What'll you have?"
"Whiskey for me, Scotch for Luke." He placed his hand over the other man's hand and curled his fingers between them.
Mack tried to tune the conversation out, but it was so intriguing that he failed each time. His attention remained on the metal part of the server's prosthetic leg, the fantasy of helping her remove the leg so he could fondle the stump flooded his mind.
"Are you ready for another?" Bonnie asked Mack, leaning over enough to show him most of her breasts.
He finished the last sip and sat the glass back down while staring through her cleavage, almost forgetting about her leg. "God that's lovely," he whispered. She leaned a bit lower letting a hand press against part of a breast increasing the amount of cleavage visible. Mack pushed the glass towards her. "Don't suppose you'd like to go out later?"
"My husband would kill you, then me." She flashed him a huge smile. "You into boobs or stumps?" Leaning forwards still, the smile and the cleavage remained visible as she put the empty glass on the tray.
"Boobs. What's this with all the missing limbs?" He felt strange responding 'stumps' even though he suspected it would have been okay with her, or maybe everyone in the place. He smiled and continued to let his eyes drift as far down the inside of her blouse as he could see.
She stood up straight pressing her nipple against the tight blouse. "Don't know what you mean." She walked away with a swish of her hips.
Bob leaned closer and let his lips cover Kevin's for a moment. Mack walked towards the door and towards the motel.
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Union Springs was the first of three towns built in the first half of the twentieth century on the north shore of Lake Alexander. The Interstate passed twenty-five miles away where most of the business and malls are located. As the town aged, most of the residents moved away to newer places in Athens and Millport. Buildings and houses fell into disrepair, businesses closed. Not all people that would have moved to Alexander's Resort following their amputations did so, many moved to Union Springs.
Along Main Street of the sleepy town were the usual stores - pharmacy, clothing, insurance, real estate, the 'Stay Awhile' bar, and the 'Fresh Egg' breakfast restaurant. First Street and the next five numbered streets intersected Main before reaching the edge of town. Small homes and duplexes reside along these streets. At the edge of town is the 'Cozy Inn', a motel.
Leslie Morton, the mayor, rolled her wheelchair towards the door to her office. She had both legs amputated at the hip over a year ago, her dress laid flat immediately in front of her hips and ended not far past. In her early forties, Leslie deserved the attention of most men, a few women as well. Her nipples pressed directly against the tight fitting blouse and the cleavage peeked though the opening. Her palms gave the rims another push, and then she let the chair coast across the marble floor.
"Morning Sue," she softly said to her assistant holding one of the double doors open.
"You're look magnificent, as usual," Sue responded watching the vacant space in front of the hips then the sway of the breasts. The sleeveless blouse revealed a stump of her left arm ending halfway to the elbow. Tucked tightly under it was a notebook. A three-month-old scar extended across the end of the stump ending just above the elbow. Before that, the arm ended between the wrist and elbow. The stump wiggled slightly as the notebook began to slip away. She giggled and put the notebook on the edge of her desk watching Leslie roll into her office. A few minutes later, she followed.
