Page 9 of Wolf.e

PB

Yes, you did. I’m thinking I should mentally prepare you for the scene you’re walking into and the men, a little different than you’re used to. Not bad, just different.

We had all that etiquette training growing up, but in this world it’s useless. You need a whole new set of etiquette rules with the club.

Excellent. can’t wait for class. These men sound like just what I’ve been missing.

PB

Maybe they are… I mean did that ex of yours ever even give you an orgasm?

I sigh.

Occasionally. Truthfully… not with out my help

PB

Exactly what I thought. Happy shopping today! Blue is always a hot color on you, and show off those tits. I’ll expect photos of your choice.

Yes slutty mom

I picture the men with her last night. I can still recall the smell of leather and smoke. No way. Not my type whatsoever.

After my shower, I toss on a white tank top and tie a black and white flannel around my waist. I add a pair of worn in cut off jean shorts and my Birkenstocks. My hair is tossed in a clip before heading out the door. I almost put my foot through the front porch again.

“Son of a—” I start to say to myself.

“Probably termites,” a vaguely familiar voice says to me from next door. My eyes snap to the direction of the voice and I recognize its owner almost instantly.

“Hi, Mr. Kennedy. It’s been a long time,” I say.

He looks older. I think he’s close to eighty by now.

“Yep, but I’m still kicking.” His white mustache wiggles and his weathered face is in a broad smile as he holds a trusty pair of clipping shears, working on his hedges bordering twenty feet from my driveway. “Are you back for good? Nice to see some life over there, honey.”

He was always such a sweet man. His wife cooked for us for two weeks when my dad died.

“Not sure yet,” I say honestly, yet I have no idea where else I would go.

“Well, I can give you the number of a local contractor to look at that porch, it’s gonna cost you a pretty penny, though. The mites are the worst. All you can do is hope they aren’t in the house too.”

Shit. I hadn’t thought of that.

“Thanks, but my savings account doesn’t warrant a pretty penny at the moment.” I smile ruefully.

Mr. Kennedy stops trimming his hedges thinking for a moment.

“Well, if you fixed up that old truck of your dad’s and put it up for sale, that may help.” He gets back to trimming.

“Alchemy Customs. It’s a garage on Bleeker. They do all types of bodywork. They’re the best. Even have some famous clients. They could fix that rust up and give it a paint job, then you could probably sell it easily. Your dad always kept what was under the hood in tip top shape, if it needs any inside work, there’s a garage right next door to Alchemy.” I look toward the garage; I hadn’t even thought about the truck. “I reckon you could maybe even get upwards of twenty thousand. Unless you were planning on keeping it.” He winks.

I was not.

That old 1950 Ford F1 was my dad’s pride and joy. But it’s been rusting for years. I know my mom had it started a few years ago, I just don’t know if it would even run now to get to this Alchemy Customs. I thank Mr. Kennedy and make a mental note to try this week. I can at least get a quote. It's sad to let it go but the house not falling apart is more important.

Thirty minutes later, the June sun in downtown Harmony is striking as usual. Our little town is just as pretty as it always was. We get tourists in the summer with cottages on the lake and it’s bustling. Our local coffee shop, The Balanced Bean, remains but now houses an outdoor patio with covered roof and twinkle lights. The block I remember empty last time I was here is full of small shops, save for a few vacant spaces. A yoga studio, boutique bookstore, a milkshake parlor, some restaurants. It’s vibrant and pleasant.

I notice the design center on main across from the coffee shop. It has a peaked roof over the entrance to make it appear like a cozy front porch. Crimson Homes, the rustic sign hanging on two chains from the peak reads. But the reason I stop isn’t to admire the pretty building design. It’s the Now Hiring sign on the door. No details what they’re hiring for. Harmony, Georgia may be the only place left on earth that still puts help wanted signs in the window.

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