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Medger AutoPark was just one more thing in a large list that Dawn hated about Iowa. For starters, ten months out of the year it was just too damned cold for her. Also, it seemed like everybody had married his or her grade school sweetheart as soon as it was legal. Sure people were polite, but after six months in town, she still didn't feel like she was welcome. She was simple girl from a small town in the Southwest (not that unlike Newton, weather notwithstanding). She'd never gone to college; hell she'd barely finished high school. Her husband Joe had been friends with her older brother and a few of her cousins. He was a bit of a rarity in that he'd gone to the state college on a baseball scholarship: in her part of the universe that was considered a good catch.
They'd started dating when she was still in the 10th grade and he was a junior in college. Dawn wasn't exactly a beauty queen, and a lot of the girls were jealous that Joe had shown an interest in her. She only stood 5'2" and, halfway through high school, was barely out of her training bra. She had slim, boyish hips (although her ass was round and full), and her hair was dishwater blonde with no highlights to speak of, cut straight and down to the bottom of her ears with no bangs (a style she still sported to this day).
On their second date, after a little fumbling, Joe managed to finger her to her first orgasm. Ironically, her small size had worked to his advantage, allowing him to stimulate her in places she hadn't even known were there. Joe wasn't that big a guy either, only 5'6", and he'd never had a girl react that way before. They soon started going steady, and got married right after she graduated.
They had been married three months when Joe pissed away his AAA career by picking a fight one night after an away game in a bar where the locals didn't like their boys losing. He awoke in the hospital three days later, and was encouraged to "retire" two weeks after returning to the active roster. He was a sweet guy that had gotten a tough break so Dawn tried to be supportive, taking bullshit jobs while he chased coaching opportunities, reluctant to give up his dream of making a living from baseball. Days turned into months and years until finally, eleven years later, fate smiled on him. He'd shown talent as a coach, starting with little league teams and working his way up to the college ranks. One day they got a call during supper offering Joe the chance to be head coach at a small Division III college in Iowa. It wasn't Arizona State, but it was the top spot, so after a very brief discussion, they packed their things and set out for America's Flatlands.
Unfortunately, it didn't take long for him to discover that being a coach (even a head coach) at a Division III school wasn't exactly a cakewalk. The schedule sucked, requiring him to be away a lot, and he didn't have the staff to do a lot of the shit work, so more often than not he was tired and bitchy. Dawn desperately wanted a child, but Joe was afraid that if this didn't work out he would never be able to support three mouths. She was almost relieved when he suggested she try to find work, if only because then she'd at least have someone else to talk to.
The only job that seemed even remotely interesting was at Medger, but pretty soon she'd realized she'd made a mistake. 90% of the people that worked there were men; they were rude and mean and treated her like an alien from outer space because she hadn't grown up there. As a receptionist in the service department, not only did she have the pleasure of dealing with the service techs and shop mechanics, the salesmen and general management also tormented her routinely. And to top it all off, the other women wore too little clothes and too much makeup, making her look even more like the freak everyone thought she was. Everyone, that was, except Linda Cullen.
Dawn first met Linda about a month or so after she'd started working at Medger. In the break room, several of the techs and mechanics were waxing poetic about drug-toking hippies from the Southwest. Not surprising, much of their speculation surrounded Dawn and her extended family.
"That's ridiculous, Al," a melodious voice interrupted from the doorway, addressing the ringleader. "That's like saying that everybody in Iowa is a gun toting halfwit farmer with a two inch prick, and we all know that that only applies to one family in town."
The room erupted in laughter and several guys standing near the door parted to admit the voice's owner. The woman who'd come to her defense was stunning, nearly six feet tall with reddish brown curls that cascaded over broad shoulders partway down her back. Her green eyes sparkled with triumph and humor, and her smile revealed a set of white, even teeth. Even in the loosely cut expensive suit her breasts were large and prominent, and her waist looked just wide enough to support her impressive upper torso. If this were a TV show, this woman would be the head of some rich and powerful family that had their way with everyone around them. She extended a well-manicured hand.
"Hi, I'm Linda. On behalf of the entire Midwest, I'd like to apologize. It never fails; marry a cousin, sire an asshole."
Dawn took the woman's hand as laughter exploded again. The woman took a seat at Dawn's table and within minutes the break room cleared. The woman seemed nice enough, but for some reason she made the others nervous. Anyone that made them uncomfortable was more than welcome in her book. After lunch, while Dawn sat in the cashier's cage and read a book, Ray Wells paid her a visit. He'd been the next most vocal in the break room, and it seemed he was still bristling at Linda's intervention.
"Just because you made friends with Ms. Cullen doesn't make you any less of a freak," he hissed. Dawn reached her breaking point.
"What the fuck are you babbling about, you goddamn moron?" she shrieked. "I don't know what your problem is, but go take it out on someone else! I'm not fucking here to be abused by your dumbass!"
She started bawling as all of the fear and anger and feelings of not belonging pushed through to the surface. People stared at her (customers as well as employees), while Ray wore the satisfied look of a playground bully that finally got one up on the teacher's pet. The woman that had befriended her in the break room materialized from somewhere behind her.
"Come with me honey," she soothed. "Let's go someplace quiet."
Dawn let herself be led away, embarrassed by her outburst but unable to calm down. They walked down the corridor to the executive suite, where the woman steered her into a well-appointed office and closed the door behind them. After she got Dawn settled she produced a cup of steaming coffee. Dawn sipped it gratefully.
"Why don't you go in there and clean up," the woman suggested, gesturing toward a small bathroom connected to the office.
