CHAPTER 1
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Jack Wilson
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It had been a LONG fucking night in retail indeed.
Those of you who can not only relate to this, you have my utmost sympathy as well.
Three call offs in the front end department where I grinded away as a "glorified" courtesy clerk, the store manager leaving at the most convenient of times (5 p.m.) and a pitiful duo of lazy ass teens who left me the bulk of their work as usual later, I was in no mood whatsoever to interact with the human race.
Thank the gods I had two days off in a row, and I was looking forward to not only spending those days off by myself, but also wondering what sort of fun I could stumble into and it made no difference to me whether I was going to be drunk or sober.
I bid farewell to the closing front end supervisor after grabbing and paying for a six pack of my go-to beer, then headed out the door into the night, the arctic air whipping through what was left of my body after a ten-hour day.
It had snowed earlier around the afternoon toward the start of my shift and didn't let up until two hours ago around eight. I looked out in the bare parking lot and saw my car buried about a foot high on the roof in Old Man Winter's generous offering.
"Goddamn it." I hissed, knewing what was to come next. But I realized the more I spent bitching about it, the more time I was cutting into my time I could be at home. So I opened up the back seat, grabbed my ice scraper with the nifty big brush at the end, and set to work after starting the car, turning on the blades to clear some snow from the windshield and the heater on full blast volcanic mode, of course.
Fifteen minutes later and with the labor finished, I threw the scraper into the back seat, shut the door, climbed in front and sat down to warm up.
In total perfect timing by the universe, my phone rang.
I looked to see who it was, and if it had been another damned "Scam Likely" call, I was about to let 'em have it.
But it was something even better.
Someone I liked a lot, actually.
The contact photo revealed that beautiful mane of short, ear-length and dyed black hair, sky blue eyes and a fair-skinned but gorgeous face kissed by her small handful of freckles that ran over her lovely cheeks...
It was my closest friend, Kira.
A smile already upon my face, I answered right away. "Hey, perfect timing! I'm unthawing as we speak!"
Kira's laugh on the other end was not only cute but helped warm me up even more.
"Poor little Jack Frost!" she taunted, in her smooth and borderline sultry, cheery tone, having another laugh. "You still at work?"
"Yeah, I was just about to head over. Your mom still at work?"
"Of course," Kira sighed, sounding a little sad. "She did a double today."
"That sucks!" I said. "Hopefully she's got some time off this week."
"Her only day off was yesterday and that's unfortunately all she was able to get," Kira chided.
"Pretty fucked."
"Yeah-p. Did you grab some drinks?"
"Sure did, you got some Jaeger left?"
"Do you know who you're talking to?" Kira laughed again.
That laugh was enough to amp up the excitement I was feeling already. Any time spent with her was nothing short of fun, spontaneous and even sometimes illegal.
We chatted for a little bit longer, and before I knew it it was already ten-thirty eight.
"It's damn near eleven!" I cried. "I'd better get off here and come down right away."
'It's your climax, Jacky, not mine," Kira teased, this time cackling at her X-rated comment.
It took me a moment what she was implying until I realized what I said.
"Oh-!" I laughed, finally back on earth and in the loop.
"Okay, now you're gonna hang up...?" she coaxed.
"I'm gonna hang up."
"You're gonna buckle up...?" she said.
"Definitely gonna buckle up."
A few seconds ticked by in silence.
"I don't hear the belt buckle fastening, Jackson..." Kira scolded, playfully.
The sexy authoritative tone she was suddenly using caused my crotch to tingle some. Luckily she didn't see my bulge building.
"Right, right," I said finally, clicking the belt in that split second.
"Good boy," Kira chirped, giggling again. "Now... you're gonna do what next?"
"I'm gonna come down now."
"Wrong! You're not just gonna do that. You're gonna come down and in ONE fucking piece. Deal?"
"Promise!"
"You'd better..." Kira threatened, a small giggle emanating in the background. My cock jolted.
"You'd better not be threatening me, Kira Mae..." I shot back, smiling.
"Get your ass down here, Jack Frost!"
"Yes ma'am. See you soon, K."
"Bye-eee!" she replied in a sing-song tone. She then hung up.
I hung up, shifted the car into drive, then proceeded to make my way down to our street.
***
I've known Kira Mae Kesey ever since we were both nine years old. She was the only girl in the group of us guys at that time and did everything with us; football, fishing, hiking, rode bikes, even bare knuckle boxed us for our PokΓ©mon cards.
She cussed, spat, always went home the dirtiest and wasn't into what the other girls were into.