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Finally after six months I knew that I had to find somewhere to donate my wife's clothes. I thought about giving them to the Salvation Army, but my daughter suggested that her work clothes might be put to better use if they were donated to the local women's shelter to provide professional looking clothing for women to wear to job interviews. By the time all was said and done, we ended up with six bags of clothes for the Salvation Army and four bags for the women's shelter. My daughter said she would call her friend Jenny, who volunteered there, to make arrangements so I could drop the clothes off, The shelter was a bit leery about men just showing up unannounced since most of their clients were escaping from abusive situations. I remembered Jenny from when my kids were in school. She was a fairly tall brunette with a bubbly personality and really large breasts. I know, I know, I should've remembered her for more than that, but being a male, that was what was burned in my memory. I saw her a couple of times in the twenty years since her high school graduation, but her unrequited lust for my son caused her to drift apart from my family.
My daughter called to tell me that I could drop off the clothes on Saturday morning and that Jenny would meet me there. I loaded up the car and arrived at the arranged time. When Jenny opened the door, she threw her arms around me and squashed those soft pillows against my chest.
"Poppa Prescott" she exclaimed.
Most of my children's friends had referred to my wife and I as Poppa and Momma Prescott since we would often act as chaperons when the kids went somewhere that other parents wouldn't allow their children to go unaccompanied.
"I was so sorry to hear about Momma Prescott, you guys were always so much cooler than the other parents. I don't usually read the local paper, so I didn't know about the memorial service until after it happened."
"Thank you, Jenny. I'm sorry about you not hearing about it until later, but those arrangements I left up to the kids since I wasn't really too stable at that time."
"I understand" she replied. "So how are you doing now?
"I'm doing pretty well, the good days far outnumber the bad. Between work, the dog and learning to do the household chores I never had to do before, I manage to keep busy. Nights get a bit lonely, but I've started volunteering, so that helps."
"Where are you volunteering?"
"At the Bijou. I work the front door scanning tickets usually, but occasionally doing other things as well. It gets me out of the house and gives me a chance to interact with other people. Then when I'm done, I usually stop at either the Main Street Grill or The Pub for a beer before heading home. Who knows, maybe one of these nights I'll even get lucky." I answered with a chuckle.
Jenny laughed "I'm surprised there's not a line of women around the block already. Hearing that there's a single man on his own is like blood in the water to a shark."
"Well, I kept my wedding ring on until recently to act as shark repellent. I needed time to process everything. And what about you? Not married or at least living in sin with some guy?" I queried with a grin.
"No, I'm just working selling insurance. It pays the bills and since I inherited my mother's house when she passed, I'm able to live quite well on what I earn. I did almost got married a couple of times, but I thought better of it once and the other time he got cold feet, so I guess I'm doomed to be a cougar spinster. I understand what you're saying about the nighttime loneliness, though."
"Maybe you're looking for love in all the wrong places then. Getting them young and raising them your way is a lot of work."
We chatted about this and that for a couple of more minutes before Jenny helped me carry the bags inside and I helped her sort through the clothes.
"I can't thank you enough for this donation. Most of these women don't have suitable clothes to look qualified for any job other than McDonald's or Wal-Mart. This will go a long way to helping some of them move on with their lives and provide a better life for themselves and their children." said Jenny as we finished sorting the clothes.
She took me around and introduced me to the shelter's director who again thanked me profusely for the donation before I said my goodbyes and got ready to leave.
"What time do you usually head to the bar for your one beer before heading home? Who knows maybe I'll meet you for a drink and we can talk about my misspent youth and all the things your children never told you about." Jenny said with a grin.
"It's usually about 9:30 or 10:00 depending on how crowded it is and how many stragglers show up late. If the music is good I sometimes stay and listen to the band a while, but there's nothing coming up that appeals to my musical sense."
"Okay, well, thanks again." said Jenny as I got in my car and left.
During the ride home I thought about what a shame it was that it seems she was only looking for the young guys. She had an impressive chest with a cleavage you could spend hours in and a nicely rounded ass. It was different thinking of her like that after having spent so many years as a 'good dad' and not lusting after my daughters friends.
After getting home, I mowed the lawn, ran a load of laundry and fixed dinner before heading out for the evening. There are usually two people scanning tickets at the door, and tonight Annie, the volunteer coordinator was there with me. Annie was a short woman, probably five foot one or two, with curly salt and pepper hair and a nice body for her age which I guessed to be fifty five to sixty. She kind of reminded me of a hippie earth-mother type who had aged quite gracefully. One of the other volunteers had told me she had a longtime boyfriend so I never really considered her as dating material or someone who might be fun to spend an evening in bed with. Tonight though she seemed friendlier than usual but I didn't give it much thought.
The show started at eight and the main act took the stage at nine, and by nine fifteen it was pretty obvious that the last of the crowd had arrived. Annie asked if I would go up and check the balcony to make sure that only members were up there. Balcony seating was a perk of membership with more comfortable seats, a bathroom of it's own and, on busy nights, a waitress to get drinks. Tonight was not a busy night. The balcony was completely deserted so I decided to linger for a couple of minutes before heading back downstairs. As I watched some proto-punk band jump up and down and attack their guitars with no more musical talent than it takes to slam out power chords, I felt something brush my arm and turned to see Annie standing next to me, much closer than I would have expected. She smiled and asked me what I thought of the band.
"Well, a lot of people bought tickets, so they must have some appeal, but certainly not to me. I like musicians what actually have some talent."
She nodded, and we watched for a couple of minutes before she leaned closer and said something that I couldn't hear. I bent down in hopes that I could hear her a little more clearly when I felt her breast press against my arm.
"Let's go to the projection booth, the sound isn't so loud and you can still see the band." she said. I nodded and followed her a few steps down the hall and into what had been the projection booth when the place still showed movies.
"They sound much better when you can't hear them as much" I said after we had entered.
"Yeah, they do." Annie replied. "How do you like volunteering? Is it as glamorous as you imagined?" she asked with a grin.
