I had a lot of great comments and e-mails about Part 1 of this story and I hope that you all will enjoy part 2 just as much.
I generally don't write in a fantasy venue and I was not not at all happy with my first attempt. (HOTM)
Having lived on Lookout Mountain and being familiar with the Chattanooga area I hope will add an aura of authenticity to the storyline. Anyone who has lived or visited the area will know the geography and personalities.
Again I thank all my readers for their continued support and also thank those ladies who have continued to help fuel my imagination.
This story is dedicated to my faithful readers.
CHAPTER 4
PECANS
BOILED PEANUTS
CIDER
COUNTRY CURED HAMS
Gordon Kincaid looked absent-mindedly at the signs appearing every fifty yards.
"Hopefully they have a restroom", he thought. "I really need to stop."
AUNT KATIE's FARM MARKET – 500 YARDS
That sign convinced Gordon that it was time to stop. Hit the head and collect his thoughts.
He looked over at the keyring and key lying on the passenger seat.
Just ahead he saw a gravel parking area in front of a long wooden building, vaguely reminiscent of a log cabin.
Various fruits and vegetables were displayed on tables and in bushels. Burlap covered hams hung all along the front porch. Several tables of (discontinued Gordon assumed) toys and souvenirs lined one wall.
Most important to Gordon though was the "Public Restrooms" sign just to the right of the front door.
Gordon picked up the key, dropped it into his pocket, and entered Aunt Katie's.
CHAPTER 5
Standing in front of the urinal and releasing what seemed like a never-ending stream made Gordon glad that he decided to stop.
"Much better than pulling off to the side of the road and finding a spot in the woods", Gordon chuckled inwardly to himself.
Suddenly Gordon felt a warm and tingling sensation against his thigh and he instinctively reached down to feel the bulge of the key and keyring in his pocket.
Gordon quickly reached into his pocket and removed the key. Immediately the sensation on his thigh stopped.
Gordon began to examine the key and keyring to see if there was a sharp edge or something that would have caused the heat or the tingling.
The keyring was a typical rabbit's foot keyring popular in the 1960's. It was beat and faded and overall non-descript. Though it had claws they were short, clipped, and could not have caused the sensations Gordon felt.
The key on the other hand was captivating. This was the first time Gordon had taken a close look at it and he was awestruck at the workmanship.
The key was approximately 8" long. The head of the key was circular. An intricately carved woman's head was at the center of the bow. The remainder of the circle was made up of carved flowers, leaves, and various runic symbols.
The shaft of the key was approximately 6" in length leading to two square teeth. All along the shaft were multiple symbols, all as finely carved as those on the head.
Gordon also noted something else.
He had assumed by the dull black color that the key was cast iron, but in examining the key he noted that two of the symbols were gold in color. He ran his thumb across the symbols and was surprised to note that, as his thumb passed over one of the symbols, it was warm to the touch and made his thumb tingle.
Gordon took his keys out of his pocket and used his car key to attempt to scratch some of the black off of the key.
The car key left no marking whatsoever and the black material, whatever it was, remained, covering the key except for the two symbols.
Gordon decided that he would have to have the key examined by an expert as he couldn't even begin to comprehend what type of craftsmanship or metallurgy went into making the key.
Gordon disconnected the key from the rabbit's foot and attached it to his own keyring. He replaced the keys back in his pocket.
Three shakes of his cock to dislodge any remaining droplets, put away and zipped, and he was ready to continue on his way.
He dropped the rabbit's foot keyring in the trash as he exited the men's room.
CHAPTER 6
Katie Reilly had run Aunt Katie's Farm Market for the past 23 years.
Her husband had disappeared, along with the neighbor's wife, about a year before she opened the farm market.
Approaching 50 she was proud to have inherited her mother's complexion and facial features.
Most people assumed she was in her late thirties or early forties. She hadn't even had to start coloring her hair. It remained a sandy brown without a hint of gray.
She'd put on weight over the years but still maintained an hour glass shape. The top of the hourglass she was extremely happy with even if she wished the bottom of the hourglass was a bit trimmer.
