The week after Dave left, we fell into a routine; Madge busily cleaning the house, me outside doing the maintenance I had been ignoring. Using my tractor, I mowed the dry grass around the house, then switching to a blade filled in some holes in the drive way. After that I hooked on the trailer and hauled fire wood down from the trees behind the house. Madge meanwhile, went through every room in the house; cleaning, dusting, washing all the linens.When I would see her, she was all covered with dust. After a couple days she was running out of clothes, so she borrowed a t-shirt of mine, and I must admit it looked much better on her. Especially with her nipples poking through the cotton.
Dave left on Saturday, and by Wednesday night I realized Madge was washing the same clothes every other day. Considering the little we had brought up the hill, she didn't have much. Thursday morning I went out to the barn, pulled the dust cover off the '66 Mustang, checked all the fluids, made sure the tires were properly inflated, started her up, watched the gauges. She had been sitting a good seven months, but fired on the first try. After a minute she settled into a pleasant idle, as if waiting to go. I quietly pulled her up to the house just in time for lunch.
Madge had lunch on the table as I walked in, so I washed up and sat down. While we ate I coughed, then asked how she was doing for clothing.
"Oh, ok, I guess."
"Nonsense. I've noticed the same blouse every other day. How long would it take you to get ready for some shopping?"
With a happy squeal she shouted, "Really? Where will we go? I don't care, I can be ready in ten minutes."
And she was gone! (My sense of survival kicked in and I realized I had better eat now or forget it). I was still swallowing while she was standing at the door, tapping her foot. Slipping my wallet in my back pocket, I took my time ambling to her while she gave me a look that said 'Hurry up'. In less than ten minutes that woman had changed clothes, washed up, brushed her hair and applied make up. She was motivated.
We stepped onto the porch and when she saw the Mustang, she cooed , "Oooh, nice."
I held the passenger door open for her, and for my effort got a smile and, "Thank you sir".
As we drove she wanted to know where we were going, what could she get, why was I doing this, how much she could go, where did I get the car... I finally just called 'time'.
"Naomi spotted her sitting with a 'for sale' sign and just had to have her. I restored her, Naomi drove her everywhere. We'll cruise down to the South Hill Mall. They have good shops, and I'm sure we can find what you need. I'm doing this because you need clothes, and while it would be interesting watching you run around in next to nothing, that isn't why I offered you a place to stay. How much you get is open, we'll see what we find, but you'll probably want some shorts, tops, and how are you fixed for underware?"
Sigh,"You're right, I do need all of that and more. I didn't realize how little I had left until you brought it up."
"Ok, lets do this. We'll start at Sears for pants and tops, then go from there. I have to warn you though...I haven't been clothes shopping with a woman in years so I'm out of practice."
At the mall, I parked away from other cars as I've learned there are idiots out there that really don't care if they ding up someone else's car, but howl if a bird craps on theirs. We strolled into the mall, Madge holding my left arm lightly, but firmly. Our first stop was Sears, where she quickly picked out half a dozen tops, three or four shorts, several pants and some things in the underwear section, then led me to the changing rooms. There are no seats for men to wait on, so I was one of four men idling away, while their women tried things on. Women would come out, ask their husband's opinions, then disappear back into their cubicle.
Finally Madge appeared. And all the men perked up as she walked over to me. Now, she was just in tan jeans and a light top, but those guys couldn't take their eyes off her. One wife came out and had to nudge her husband.
"You know you have an audience, don't you?"
"Do you like this on me? Oh, I hadn't noticed them. What do you think, should we get this?"
"Turn around, slowly. Yes, it's perfect fit, and the top goes great with your hair and eyes."
"You just wanted to check out my butt, wait, you know my eye color?"
"From day one."
She gave a little spin and strolled back to the cubicles, looking over her shoulder at me. Then threw a little extra wiggle into her walk while looking me in the eye.
When she came back out she was dressed, with her selections over her arm, ready to check out. "Don't you need to try more on?"
"Nope. These will do. Can we go find some shoes, maybe a jacket next?"
We moved down the mall, first hitting a shoe store for some new training shoes, a pair of dressy boots, sandals, and a couple other shoes I can only call stylish. Then another shop where she found 'just the right jacket'. I have to say it looked perfect on her, snug around her waist, shapely over her breasts. Across from them was a lingerie shop, and she pulled me to the display in the window, "Can we go in? Just to look around? Please?"
Now I have to tell you, I hadn't been in one of these shops in many years, and it had been a form of agony back then. Well, I was breaking out in a cold sweat, stammering I'd wait in the mall. But Madge would have none of that, "Don't be silly, you'll be fine. We're just going to look anyway."
As we stepped in a clerk asked if she could be of help, then suddenly said, "
Madge
?"
"Jeannie! When did you start here? How have you been? "
"Well, let's see, you and I were at Macy's for Christmas, we were let go after New Years, and I lost track of you. One day at Macy's I had a conversation with a lady I was helping. Mrs. Patrick. She was the owner of this shop, and wasn't happy with the girl she had in here. She asked me to stop in when I had a chance, and when the Christmas rush was over, I had a lot of time so I dropped in. The girl that was working here was slovenly and rude, and I knew why sales were way down. When Mrs. Patrick came out of the office, she took a look at me, then the other girl and asked me to step into the office. Girl, that had to be the fastest interview I've ever had. Within five minutes she asked me when I could start, and five minutes after that she had me signed up and the other girl fired."
"Wow, that worked well for you. Oh, by the way, This is my boss, Josh Murphy. He's helping me out some."
Madge filled her in about the last seven months, and where she had met me. Jeannie's brows went up when she heard I was buying clothes for Madge, "Well, if I had known there was such a knight out there, I might have tried my luck."
"Easy girl, this knight is taken."
With that, they broke into gleeful laughter and strolled further into the shop. I just tagged along, looking at the two of them. What a contrast...Madge, with her feminine shape, and flowing auburn hair and Jeannie, a few years younger, slim, almost boyish in shape, although you would never mistake her shapely butt for a boy's. Her hair was a light brown, tending towards blonde, cut close to her face. As they moved from rack to rack, they were catching up with each other, and from the way they rubbed against each other I sensed just how comfortable they were together. Jeannie would remove a set here and a set there, handing them to Madge, and after tweny or thirty minutes, led her back to a changing room, then showed me a bench I could wait on, "Can I get you something...water, maybe?"
"Not right now, but thanks. Shouldn't you be doing something?"
"Oh, I am," She said with a smile, "I'm helping you spend money."
"And what makes you think I'm spending?"