Walker met Carla in a bar, he wasn't looking for what happened but it happened anyway.
Actually, he was looking, just not for what he found.
She walked in, no way could she be called a raving beauty. For one thing, she was skinny, the cut off T-shirt she wore was short enough that all it covered was her obviously on the flat side chest. That looked like someone had taken a pair of scissors to it.
Walker also didn't like the large tattoo that was in the small of her back, it was just lines coming out from a center pattern, he had no idea at all what it was supposed to be.
In the dim light, it made her back look dirty.
To top it off, her hair was on the messed up side, brownish, it was fairly long and in need of a good brushing. The best feature was her stomach, that was flat as a pancake. Easy to tell that part because she also had on what appeared to be pink pajama bottoms tied with a sash, and they were riding so low on her hips the "V" of the upper portion of her pubic mound was visible.
Normally that look is sexy as hell, but her toenails were painted bright red, sticking out of a pair of cheap flip flops and they looked like they needed redone.
The bright red toenails offsetting the pink pajama bottoms capped the look, good lord.
The whole picture was something Walker had no interest in at all. Well, he did notice when she reached back and tugged on the pajama bottoms, but they slipped right back down the instant she let go.
He turned back to take a sip of his long neck beer, the evening was going to be another one like so many before. Drink some beer, then go home to his ratty one flight up apartment and sleep, get up and go to work the next day.
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His mind wandered to Sherry, the latest conquest he had made. Blond and a real one, round where it counted and soft where it counted, that had been fun. She seemed to love it when she was on her hands and knees, her big bottom tipped up in the air and those marvelous titties swinging back and forth.
At just a couple of years older than Walker's own barely 22, it was obvious from the start that Sherry was experienced in the ways of sex.
Walker didn't really mind that, he had a few experiences of his own. Most were just one or two night things, the passing in the night kind of relationship. Just one named Karin had been a bit of a pain in the ass, she turned out to be a virgin.
Which Walker found out far too late. Karin was the reason he was now living in a shit hole apartment working at a factory driving a fork truck.
Karin became on the clingy side, that developed into her stalking him relentlessly. She turned into one crazy bitch when Walker tried to move on.
The incident with the kitchen knife capped that deal.
"You are MINE!" Karin had screamed at him, swinging the blade. How she had gotten into his apartment he never did find out, she was suddenly there the instant he had touched the light switch. The woman that was with him screamed but too late, fourteen stitches before one dead serious right cross brought that to an end.
Walker wasn't the type of guy to ever hit a woman, not really, but sometimes the situation warrants that.
Karin was still in a jail cell the day he packed up his few things and hit the road.
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Now months later and several hundred miles away, having left in the middle of the night with no forwarding address, he had happened on Sherry in this same local bar.
She ended up in the sack with him that very first night, hot damn could that woman screw! Sherry was lots better, she wasn't jealous at all.
Walker didn't even mess around with any other women, although he did get a couple of rare opportunities. Sherry was just too much fun.
It would have been even more fun except that after dating her fairly regularly for a solid dozen weeks she turned him down on Saturday night, saying she already had a date.
That pissed Walker off, he had been thinking exclusive, it turned out he was just someone to play with.
The mistake Walker made was trying to be sneaky and find out who she was going out with. That evening he was parked down the street, watching.
Some tall guy showed up in a fancy red Corvette, wearing a fucking suit that looked to cost more than his monthly rent was. Walker didn't even own a fucking suit, and his vehicle was an old Toyota pickup which if he worked on it for a while it always started.
Sherry looked nastier than he had ever seen her. Short dark blue dress, her hair piled up with little ringlets hanging down. He spotted the flash of the Cubic Zirconium earrings he had purchased for her as a gift. The soft shoulder wrap parted as the man held the door open for her, she had to duck down to get into the low slung vehicle. A large expanse of her familiar breasts showed for a moment, then she was inside the machine.
The guy had pulled a U-turn, and drove right by Walker's old pickup sitting there instead of heading out to the highway like he expected.
So he got busted snooping, her head turned. No point in trying to duck down, she spotted him. He saw the scowl on her face when they went by.
Miserable, pissed off, upset, embarrassed, he went home. Jesus Christ, now he was a fucking stalker himself.
After a few calls which she would not answer, Walker gave up. Now he sat by himself, drinking. There were a few couples in the bar, an older woman sitting on the end stool. She had been there every single time he came in.
The only other single female he had seen was the scrawny looking one, and he had no interest in that.
Sighing, he drained the last of his brew, getting ready to leave.
"Hi, big fellow!" Someone said at his side.
Walker found himself looking into the biggest, roundest blue eyes he had ever seen in his life. Then she smiled, it washed onto her entire face, that is the only way to describe that. For just an instant, she looked almost..pretty?
"Can I sit here?" She asked.
"Uhh..sure!" He looked around, way more than half the stools at the bar were empty.
She began asking questions, Walker was answering politely. Then he was asking and she was answering, forgetting that she looked a lot more like a rather feminine appearing boy than a woman. He ordered another beer, she wanted a glass of wine. They talked some more. There was no way to not talk to her, she kept on asking questions.
"Last call!" The bartender yelled. Walker looked at his watch, it was 2:15 in the morning. Good lord, he had sat there and talked with Carla for nearly six hours.
Getting off his stool, he suddenly realized he was several sheets to the wind, and he had to pee so bad he wasn't sure he was going to make it to the restroom.
But he did, when he came out he half expected Carla to be gone but she was standing there waiting for him.
"Hey, where are you headed, Walker?" She asked.
"Home, I have to be at work tomorrow at 9." He told her.
"Can I maybe sleep on your couch? It's 20 miles over to my brother's house and he always gives me a ration of crap when I come in too late."
"I don't have a couch." Walker told her.
"A chair then? A carpet?" She did that slow smile thing again.
Damn her eyes were blue!
"Yea, I guess. I can get you some blankets or something."
"Neat!"
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Walker woke up the next morning to a country and western song on his alarm radio, some asshole singing through his nose. He used that station deliberately, he hated that kind of music and it's all they ever played.
The stuff woke him up without fail. He started to roll out of bed, his hand touched a body.
Carla was in his bed!
At first he thought they had ended up having sex but he could not remember a single thing from the night before. He remembered her saying "Neat!" brightly and taking his arm, but that was it.
Sitting up, his mouth felt like someone had used a blow dryer on the bucket of contaminated sand in it.
He got up and got a glass of water, drinking it all without pausing.
That was when he realized he was fully dressed, still in the same clothes he had worn the night before.
He rubbed his forehead, trying to remember.
"Can I have some of that?" Carla asked. She was sitting up looking at him, she had on the same clothes she wore the night before, also.
Walker quickly got her some water, she drank half of it.
"I need to grab a shower and get to work." He told her.
"OK. Can I take one next?"
"Sure, but it has to be a quick one." He nodded, looking at his watch. His last girlfriend Sherry sometimes showered at his place, she always took a solid 45 minutes in there.
Walker went into his bathroom and showered. Then he realized his work clothes were in the dresser, so he called out and asked her to bring him some.
She dug around for some time, finally found his Levi work shirt and heavy blue jeans.
She giggled as he cracked the door to take the work outfit.
Once dressed, he came out and she went in. It only took her five minutes, she came back out looking exactly like she did going in, except her hair was wet but combed.
"Can I drop you someplace?" Walker asked her as soon as they got outside. He looked around for his truck but didn't see it.
"No, I will be fine. Thank you for letting me stay." She lifted up on tiptoe and kissed him lightly on the lips.
That made Walker's head swim. Her lips touching his felt nice. Then she turned and took off at a run. He watched as she made the corner at the end of the street, paused for a moment and waved.
Then she was gone.
"Hey, wait!" Walker yelled, far too late. He hadn't gotten her phone number, nothing. All he knew was her name and that she lived with her brother and his wife, somewhere 20 miles away.
"Damn!" He thought. Nothing to be done about that now. He walked the several blocks down to the bar, sure enough, there sat his old truck.
At least he hadn't been completely stupid the night before, he had been way too drunk to even try driving.
He managed to worry the ignition in his old truck enough to get it to start.
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That night Walker was right back at that same bar. Every time the door opened, he looked up expecting it to be her. Finally at around midnight he gave up and went home.
He had no idea why he was looking for her, hoping she would show up. She was not his type at all, he liked full blown women, nice big tits, dressy types.
Like Sherry.
