The next morning, I walked out of the shower and into the bedroom. Tammy had my work clothes laid out for me. On the pocket of my shirt with a stick ‘em with lip prints and a heart. The aroma from the kitchen made my stomach growl, Tammy was working her magic.
“Come and get it!” she called from the kitchen. I followed my stomach to the origin of the delicious smells. Tammy was putting the hashbrowns on my plate when I walked in.
She was wearing a T-shirt and shorts. Her hair and makeup were fixed. She always looks wonderful, and I don’t take it for granted. I stood by my chair and looked at the sausage, eggs, and hashbrowns, then at Tammy. Then I repeated the process.
“Hank, what are you doing?” she put her plate on the table.
“I’m trying to decide which one I want to eat. Both look hot and delicious,” I gave her a sly look.
“You are a charmer, Mr. Johnston. Now, eat your breakfast. You don’t want to be late on your first day,” she smiled and kissed me.
After breakfast, I went to the bathroom for the finishing touches. I was ready to leave, Tammy had my lunchbox and thermos ready. I went to the kitchen table to get them and to give my girl a hug and a kiss. She walked me out to the van like she always does.
Tammy pushed the remote on the garage door and came to the driver’s side of the van.
“Good luck, Lover. Have a good day and be careful. I need you,” Tammy put her arms around my neck and gave me a long goodbye kiss. What a great way to start the day.
I pulled into the parking lot of the job site. It was a strip mall with seven units. I got out of the van as a guy was approaching me. He seemed even-tempered, a good start. I put my hand out and he took it.
“You must be Hank Johnston. Your name in six-inch letters was a giveaway. I’m Vern Baker, I’m the guy in charge of this remodel. Glad to have you aboard.” His handshake was good and firm. Proof of an honest man.
“I’m glad to meet you, Vern. I want this to be long-lasting. It’s obvious to me you shoot straight, so do I. I always want us to be able to talk,” I said to him.
“Hank, I like the way you think. Come on, I’ll show you your first problem child,” Vern turned and started to walk toward the middle unit.
He opened the unit, there was a small desk and three chairs. That’s great, nothing to work around. I looked around for wall sockets and other electrical options. Everything seemed status quo.
“Hank, ever since the A/C was worked on, they’ve had problems. When it starts, it throws a breaker. To eliminate the problem, they have been turning off most of the electric items, lamps, and such.” Vern wasn’t happy.
“Without looking, my guess is the panel isn’t large enough to carry the load. Let’s have a look,” the electrical board was in the furnace closet.
“Vern, I’m surprised they didn’t burn the joint down. This panel is way too small to carry a small office and an air conditioner. If we switch to a larger panel, your problems should be solved,” I suggested.
“Good, do it. I’ll call the electric company and see when they can pull the meter,” Vern turned to leave.
“Vern, why call the electric company?” I asked him.
He turned around and saw I was just smiling. “Oh, well, okay then. Let me know how things go. I’m guessing you have a panel with you?” Vern chuckled.
“Two,” I replied.
Vern turned and walked out of the room. “You and I are going to get along just fine, Hank,” and he closed the door.
I went to the van to get the necessary supplies for the switch-out, and a couple of the other workers introduced themselves. They seemed to be a nice group, and then I went to work. Marking the wires and making notes of how the old unit was wired. Then pull the meter.
I switched out the two panels and began rewiring the new one. I noticed I was running short of wire, so I stopped to call Tammy.
“Hey, Baby. Are you into anything? I could use a couple of things for the van,” Tammy went to get her phone to write down what I wanted. Vern came in during the call.
“Yes, please, the wire and maybe another two-hundred-amp panel, just for my back pocket. Yes, that’s great. Oh, and please settle our account. I don’t want that getting ahead of us. Love you, too,” I ended the call.
“That was your wife?” Vern was flabbergasted.
“Yep, that’s my girl, Tammy. She knows almost as much as I do about the ins and outs of this insanity. Oh, by the way, I can bring in the bill for the panel, email it, or fax it. Which would you prefer?” I put the finishing touches on the panel and closed the door.
“This is going to take some getting used to. Dorrest said you had a business, but I didn’t get the link. I’m I to suppose that you rarely run out of supplies or parts?” Vern had a puzzled look.
“You are correct. They can even be delivered to the job site. The girl is damn good, trust me, Vern.” I was popping shirt buttons. “Before I leave this unit, I want to check the sockets. I don’t want any loose wires or cracked outlets. It shouldn’t take me long, then it’s off to a new adventure,”
I sat on my little portable stool and unscrewed the first outlet. Twenty minutes later, that little talk was done. I packed up my equipment and cleaned up my mess. I met Vern in the next unit.
“Hank, would you check this box? You might as well check all of them now instead of coming back. What do you think?” Vern was business.
“Fine, I like the idea. Do you want me to let you know if anything needs repair or just write it up?” I was hoping for the first.
“Hank, check them out. If they need anything, write down the unit and what service you had to do, even a replacement. Could I get a bill for the panel you installed today?” He grinned.
I pulled out my phone. “Tammy, do you have time to send the statement for today’s panel? Excellent, fax it and send a text to Vern’s number. Love ya, Baby,” I turned to Vern. Ten minutes later, he had the statement.
For the first day, this was an easy day. I will treasure this because I know somewhere down the line I will be using “those words” to help me think just like Franklin. I have had some real crappy jobs in attics and cellars. I don’t like spiders as an assistant.
The “five o'clock whistle” blew. I was loaded up and ready to head home. I waved to the fellas I met and Vern. Tomorrow, I hope to finish the rest of the units. Now, all I want is a hot shower, a shave, and my Tammy.
As I pulled into our driveway, the garage door magically opened. Standing there was my girl, smiling and flashing her tits at me. I got out of the van, Tammy came over and gave me a big hug and a kiss, and an ice-cold beer.
“Welcome home, Baby. I sure missed you today. Your panel and roll of wire are by the garage door, I’ll put them in the van,” another kiss, and the van doors were opened.
“Thank you for going to the supply warehouse. You save me a ton of time. How was the rest of your day? Anything new?” I was unbuttoning my shirt, heading for a good hot shower.
“Yes. Here, look at this, it came in the mail this morning.” It was a card in a white envelope.
The card read: Mark and Pamela Compton are proud to announce the arrival of their daughter, Renee Josephine Compton. She came into this world on the 17th of this month, weighing 5 lbs—3 ounces and 17 inches long. Pamela and Renee are in excellent health.
I looked at Tammy, she was smiling and blushing a little. I pulled her close to me and we hugged each other deeply.
“I am so happy for them,” Tammy whispered.
Tammy had a somewhat sad tone of voice. I wasn’t sure if I should say anything or not. In my deepest heart, I believe Tammy wanted us to have a baby. What makes it worse is that she blames her mother.
One Saturday morning, when Tammy was a Junior in high school, she was asleep in her bed. Her mother came in and punched her in the stomach with all her might. On Monday, Tammy told me what happened, and I’ve hated Vera ever since.
That Thursday, Tammy was rushed to the hospital and admitted to the ER. She started hemorrhaging in class and ran to the girls’ room. Her teacher followed and found her; there was blood all over the floor in the stall.
While in the hospital, they had to do a hysterectomy. When Tammy came out of the anesthesia and was told what had happened, she broke down in tears. Her mother and I were in the room when the doctor told her.
Tammy reached out to me and squeezed me tighter than she ever had. She finally calmed down a little and looked at her mother.
“You fucking bitch. I will hate you for the rest of my life. I hope to God you fucking rot in Hell – now get out of my sight.” Tammy began to sob uncontrollably.
Children's Services took legal steps, and her Grandma Betty became her guardian. Her Father left Vera the same day and rewrote his will. Vera had nothing but an empty house.
After high school, I went to vocational school and got my degree. When I started my business, Tammy moved in with me with Betty’s blessings. Betty helped us out frequently. A year later, Tammy and I were married in a quiet ceremony - only Betty, her Grandpa, and the minister.
“Well, tell me about your day. Have you taken over yet?” Tammy had recovered.
“No, but the head man, Vern, he and I got along great. We will work great together. Out of the seven units, I did get two finished. The panel you picked up for me, and thank you again, is for the next unit,” I sounded proud.
“That's wonderful, Hank. Now, go have a shower and shave, take your time. The meatloaf isn’t in the oven yet, it only takes an hour. You have time to relax after your first day,” Tammy purred and grinned.
When I finished my shower, it was time for a shave. I had just started when Tammy knocked on the door.
“Cold beer, here? Any takers?” she cooed.
“Come right in! I’ve never been served by a naked beer vendor before.” I went to kiss her, but she backed away.
“You’re going to push shaving cream on my face, I know you will,” she giggled.
So I took the beer and had a nice, long pull from the bottle. I went back to shaving Tammy stood behind me. She wrapped her arms around my waist, kissed my back, and rested her head against it.
I finished shaving and used the water to take the excess shaving cream off. Tammy handed me a towel I started to dry my face, and Tammy cradled my balls. She purred and kissed my back again then started to fondle my cock.
“What are you up to, my little vixen?” I smiled at her through the mirror.
“Well, I told you the meatloaf wasn’t ready yet. I have to get it firm enough to put in the oven, don’t I?” Tammy purred and nipped my earlobe.
“And how long is that going to take?” the sex play had started.
“I don’t know, I don’t want to rush it. You have to leave it in the oven long enough to make sure it is thoroughly done. You know, it still has to be a little firm,” she was stroking my stiff rod.
Tammy moved between me and the sink. She pushed her ass against me my cock slid between her ass cheek, and she started to slide her ass around my cock.
I caressed her tits and rolled her nipples between my fingers. Tammy cooed with joy at the sensations. She reached for my cock and guided it into her pussy. Tammy moaned with desire as she slid down my throbbing shaft.
“Hank, cum in me. I just want to feel you stroking in and out of me, then filling me with your cum. I’m so hot, I’m gonna cum soon,” Tammy was panting heavily.
I pumped Tammy’s dripping-wet pussy slowly at first. I could see her face in the mirror, her eyes were closed, her face was bright red, and she was biting her lower lip. She moaned a little louder with each thrust of my cock.
I pulled Tammy’s tits and her nipples. She was groaning louder and slamming her ass into me. I pinched her nipples one last time, then grabbed her hips. I started slamming my cock into her pussy, Tammy was groaning and whimpering.
I pulled almost out of her, my cock head was still in her. I rammed my cock deep into her pussy, Tammy cried out, “Now! I’m cumming, pound me Hank, God yes.” Tammy’s pussy started to squirt her cum covering my balls and dripping down my thighs. She was grunting and groaning as her pussy continued to squirt.
My balls were screaming for release. I pulled back one more time rammed my cock into her pussy and began filling her warm pussy with my thick hot cum. I was panting and groaning as my cock release the contents of my balls into Tammy’s waiting pussy.
We continued to slam into each other until we were exhausted with no cum left. Sweat dripped from my forehead onto her back. Tammy panted and moaned as she flexed her pussy muscles around my exhausted cock.
When my cock slipped from her pussy, Tammy turned around we embraced and kissed deeply. Her eyes were dreamy and filled with love. Her warm breath on my chest let me know she was satisfied.
“Only you can do that to me. You take me apart, let my mind and body explode, then you put me back together. You hold me in your strong arms, and I know I am loved and protected. I love you so much, Hank,” Tammy kissed me long and passionately.
Departed Soul
