---Special thanks once again to COPYCARVER for magnificent hacking and slashing to make this thing readable. I would like anyone who is interested to feel free to email any ideas or hopes they might have for Nathan's saga also. Thanks reading,
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A Blank Page, Chapter Three
The next few weeks went easily. Nathan took Dani to a movie, and then dinner for their next date. Typical of new relationships, they explored each other's interests, and goals. Not knowing where his book would take him, Nathan told her he was interested in getting a real house, and that was about all he was working toward. She told him of her plans to move on, graduate school, and become a psychologist. Everything any other couple would do right up until they went back to the trailer, and he had her on top of him in bed facing his feet so he could slap her ass red on every third bounce.
Four weeks later he grabbed the lighter and told Mr. Gofelt to give him a raise of two dollars an hour. Robert approached him with an envelope the next day at work.
"Boss likes you Nate, said you get a raise, and he wants to back pay you two weeks on it," Robert commented as he grabbed his hard hat and started organizing the crew. During his lunch, Nathan sat in the bed of his truck, as had become his custom, and opened the envelope. It was just a check for one hundred and sixty dollars; apparently the boss had seen fit to give him enough of a raise to cover taxes and actually take home an extra two dollars an hour. An easy smile crossed Nathan's face.
After work, he called Dani to tell her the good news. She was proud of him, and he told her they would go out that weekend to spend the back pay on a great date. Nathan was quite satisfied with himself when he hung up his cell phone and spun his key in the ignition of the truck. The starter whined for half a second, before the engine woke out of its slumber and prepared to move the vehicle. As soon as Nate's hand touched the gearshift, a cloud darkened his mind.
Since the day in his living room with the book, he hadn't seen or heard from Pops. It wasn't uncommon to go a good stretch of time without seeing him. Dad and his grandfather had a falling out several years ago. Still, to drop such a powerful item in Nathan's lap, and then disappear. It didn't seem right.
Unfreezing his hand, Nathan put the truck in gear, and rumbled down the road. Now slightly agitated with worry, he pointed the wheels towards Pop's house.
Braking in front of a small slightly rundown bungalow style house, Nathan stepped from the cab, and walked up the walkway. Pop's house had always been in disrepair, but he had always worked meticulously in the small flowerbeds that stretched beneath the windows. Today those beds were showing signs of neglect.
Walking around the house, Nathan peered through the windows, counted the newspapers stacking up on the porch, and cupped his hands to his eyes to look through the garage windows. Nothing was broken, and Pop's little green hatchback was not in the garage. Finally Nathan climbed back into his truck.
Feeling confused, and slightly abandoned, Nathan drove the truck aimlessly. Pops had never been much for disclosure, but something didn't feel normal about this. For some reason, Nathan felt that he would have been told, or maybe just known if Pops had left.
In a random neighborhood on a random street, Nathan pulled the truck to the side and slumped in his seat. With his head dropping to the steering wheel he spun the ignition back, and yanked the keys free. He didn't move again for a few minutes.
When he did move again, Nathan awkwardly fumbled for the door release, and stepped out of the truck. He had decided that he would get a bit of air and try to think it through. He and Pops had spent a bit of time together over the years. The older man had watched Nathan when he was younger while his father was working. In the last few years they had spent less time together, as Pops and his father didn't get along very well due to some altercation that occurred while Nathan was in middle school, but Nate still felt close to him.
Nathan peered down the street he was on, the sunlight beginning to fade into the horizon, and saw that he had wandered five or six houses from the truck. The house he was now in front of was much like the rest of the neighborhood. Quaint and small, not new, but the streets hadn't succumbed to decline just yet. The homes were probably fifteen to twenty years old, and contained mature landscaping. The décor had altered slightly from the uniformity they had been built with, as people had added porches, painted differently, and done other such improvement projects over the years.
Seating himself on the home's low front wall, Nathan occupied himself with a few memories before his rear got stiff. Instead of making the obvious choice, and heading back to the truck, he oddly decided to swing his legs over the wall and settle himself between two bushes, his back resting on the wall.
Almost as soon as he was settled he heard a car coming down the road. Not caring he didn't bother to move or look up. He was a little surprised when he heard the car pull into the very driveway of the small white house he was in front of. Knowing he would be immediately seen as a derelict, and not someone struck with thought, Nathan slowly turned to look at the driveway. A small blue Acura had pulled into the driveway, and its driver turned off the vehicle, and was opening the door.
The driver turned out to be a petite Asian woman who Nathan guessed was in her early twenties. She had a very subdued attitude, and wore a matching navy blue skirt and blazer combo. The woman was wearing her hair pulled into a single long black ponytail that she had fastened tight at the base of her skull, and ran down past her waistline.
Miraculously she went straight to the front door clutching a small, black, handbag in one hand and some keys on an absurdly large set of key chains in the other. Never looking up she swiftly opened the front door, entered, and closed it behind her. Hearing the door lock, Nathan began to get curious about the insecure woman, and quietly moved to the front window to investigate.
Her house was kept immaculate: not a single object out of place, and no refuse in sight. The living room décor was somewhat modern with a black lacquer entertainment center and set of coffee and end tables accompanied by a black leather couch. She dropped her purse and keys on one of the end tables, and picked up a remote. Turning on her stereo didn't surprise Nathan nearly as much as her music selection and its volume.
The window blinds that he was using to per through began to pulse in time to the music as she had it turned it loud to a local rock station. His attention now completely captured, Nathan watched the girl remove her blazer and toss it onto the couch. Now moving to the music in a gray sleeveless top and navy skirt, she placed her left hand on her bobbing hip, and reached back with her right pulling her ponytail free. Black hair shook loose, and hung on her like a raven shroud as she ran both hands across her shoulders and upward through it.
Abruptly the song ended, and she stopped moving and reached back to unzip the skirt. Standing with her feet wide to prevent the skirt from falling she began rotating her hips in a circular motion to the next song as her hands started to work on the buttons of her top. Putting her head down, her hair fell in front of her. The music hit a slow point, and she slowed also. Almost casually she rocked her feet closer to one another, head still down.
Hands on her hips with the slow beat, she lithely slid the skirt down alternating pushing down the right and left sides until it finally hit the end of her narrow hips and slid out of her hands and to the floor. Immediately the music picked up again and her head snapped up, black hair flying. Sucking in a sharp breath Nathan watched as she very nearly ripped the unbuttoned gray top off and threw it onto the floor next to her.
Now completely unhindered by her outerwear, the Asian girl was really getting into it, her head moving in violent circles like a heavy metal guitarist, and her arms waving around her. Finally, she began to turn with Nathan's rapt attention. Clad only in high waisted full backed pale blue panties and a matching bra she spun softly to her left giving Nate a good view of her profile.
She was indeed small everywhere, with A-cup breasts that subtly jutted away from her body in the pale bra, and an ass that hardly protruded at all. In contrast her body was distinctly toned, and Nathan could see her stomach muscles ripple as she gyrated. Looking down at her solid abs his throat stuck, and his cock came to immediate erection when he saw the large puffy lips that were beginning to moisten the front of her panties. Not to scale with the rest of her, Nathan thought they must contain the only fat on her body, and they enticed him devilishly.
