stool. "Would you like to sit?"
He pointed at his painted crotch with his left hand while taking a long drink from his beer. After a swallow he stated the obvious. "I don't think my butt is dry yet."
She blushed and took another swallow of beer before speaking. "You're probably right. I can put a towel down." She was a cute girl, with bouncy dark brown waves that touched her shoulders. Tall and athletic, he couldn't help but sneak glances at her body, especially her chest. She was definitely a looker.
With one last draw he emptied the contents of the bottle. It was time for him to make a clean getaway. "I better go. I need to take the cat home and call my sister."
"Oh, of course," Lisa replied. "I hope your sister gets better."
Once at the doorway, he thanked her for the beer and made a bee-line to his vehicle.
T hankfully the cat was quiet when he arrived. Max climbed in and as soon as he cranked the engine, Mr. Hitchcock began to meow.
The cat meowed all the way to his house.
His cell phone rang just as he got out of the shower that night. If it was his sister Tina calling again, he decided not to answer. Yes, she was sick and having dialysis. Yes, he was giving her a kidney, but the woman needed to stop fretting over the damn cat. He eyed the number display. It was a number he didn’t recognize.
"Max Collins? The female had an accent he couldn't place. "Is this Mr. Collins?"
"Yes, speaking," he replied wondering if she would jump into a sales pitch now. "What can I do for you?"
"Oh goodness, I just realized the hour. I'm so sorry for calling so late. I’m Mr. Well’s secretary, and since you haven’t confirmed…I need to know if your company will be at Wells Enterprises tomorrow, to begin the landscaping project. “ He had completely forgotten to confirm the time. After spotting Lisa Pasqualone's lime green Pinto, he'd spent the afternoon following her and then confronting her about the cat. "I'm sorry Miss, I was tied up this afternoon with a family...er… incident. I will be there with my crew first thing in the morning. What time would work best for you?"
He hung up after setting up a time and began calling his crew to ensure they would all be present at Wells Enterprises at seven the next morning. None of his men grumbled, thanks to the fact that he'd managed to recruit a winning team. All of his work staff was hardworking and trustworthy.
The laugh track from the sitcom he’d never seen got his attention for a few seconds before he switched it to the news channel. Once the hum of the newscaster began, Max walked away. The cat ran ahead of him toward the kitchen and stood next to his new bowl. "Dinner for you Hitchcock and then I'm hitting the hay. You better not make a peep all night," he warned. Max poured dry vittles into the bowl while Mr. Hitchcock wound around his ankles in a perfect figure eight and began to purr.
His celled chimed again , he eyed the display and he cursed under his breath. He considered turning the damn thing off. He would have, if it weren't for his sister or his younger brother's penchant for getting into trouble.
"What is it Dean?" He answered the phone and prepared for another of his brother's tales of woe.
"I'm in trouble Max," his brother started and Max closed his eyes and sank into a nearby chair. "I need some money."
"No."
"It's serious stuff Max. I'll pay you back," Dean began to breathe hard into the phone as if losing his breath. "This is the last time. I swear to you, I promise I’ve learned my lesson."
"I've never heard that one before," Max replied dryly. "How much do you need this time? What did you do?"
"A grand," Dean replied in a low voice. "It was a sure bet. I swear Max . Something went wrong. I was supposed to win big. I…well…I borrowed the money from my boss' petty cash."
"You stole the money. The answer is still no." Max hit the 'End' key and turned his phone off.
If Dean ended up in jail for a couple weeks , it was for the best. As
He pointed at his painted crotch with his left hand while taking a long drink from his beer. After a swallow he stated the obvious. "I don't think my butt is dry yet."
She blushed and took another swallow of beer before speaking. "You're probably right. I can put a towel down." She was a cute girl, with bouncy dark brown waves that touched her shoulders. Tall and athletic, he couldn't help but sneak glances at her body, especially her chest. She was definitely a looker.
With one last draw he emptied the contents of the bottle. It was time for him to make a clean getaway. "I better go. I need to take the cat home and call my sister."
"Oh, of course," Lisa replied. "I hope your sister gets better."
Once at the doorway, he thanked her for the beer and made a bee-line to his vehicle.
T hankfully the cat was quiet when he arrived. Max climbed in and as soon as he cranked the engine, Mr. Hitchcock began to meow.
The cat meowed all the way to his house.
His cell phone rang just as he got out of the shower that night. If it was his sister Tina calling again, he decided not to answer. Yes, she was sick and having dialysis. Yes, he was giving her a kidney, but the woman needed to stop fretting over the damn cat. He eyed the number display. It was a number he didn’t recognize.
"Max Collins? The female had an accent he couldn't place. "Is this Mr. Collins?"
"Yes, speaking," he replied wondering if she would jump into a sales pitch now. "What can I do for you?"
"Oh goodness, I just realized the hour. I'm so sorry for calling so late. I’m Mr. Well’s secretary, and since you haven’t confirmed…I need to know if your company will be at Wells Enterprises tomorrow, to begin the landscaping project. “ He had completely forgotten to confirm the time. After spotting Lisa Pasqualone's lime green Pinto, he'd spent the afternoon following her and then confronting her about the cat. "I'm sorry Miss, I was tied up this afternoon with a family...er… incident. I will be there with my crew first thing in the morning. What time would work best for you?"
He hung up after setting up a time and began calling his crew to ensure they would all be present at Wells Enterprises at seven the next morning. None of his men grumbled, thanks to the fact that he'd managed to recruit a winning team. All of his work staff was hardworking and trustworthy.
The laugh track from the sitcom he’d never seen got his attention for a few seconds before he switched it to the news channel. Once the hum of the newscaster began, Max walked away. The cat ran ahead of him toward the kitchen and stood next to his new bowl. "Dinner for you Hitchcock and then I'm hitting the hay. You better not make a peep all night," he warned. Max poured dry vittles into the bowl while Mr. Hitchcock wound around his ankles in a perfect figure eight and began to purr.
His celled chimed again , he eyed the display and he cursed under his breath. He considered turning the damn thing off. He would have, if it weren't for his sister or his younger brother's penchant for getting into trouble.
"What is it Dean?" He answered the phone and prepared for another of his brother's tales of woe.
"I'm in trouble Max," his brother started and Max closed his eyes and sank into a nearby chair. "I need some money."
"No."
"It's serious stuff Max. I'll pay you back," Dean began to breathe hard into the phone as if losing his breath. "This is the last time. I swear to you, I promise I’ve learned my lesson."
"I've never heard that one before," Max replied dryly. "How much do you need this time? What did you do?"
"A grand," Dean replied in a low voice. "It was a sure bet. I swear Max . Something went wrong. I was supposed to win big. I…well…I borrowed the money from my boss' petty cash."
"You stole the money. The answer is still no." Max hit the 'End' key and turned his phone off.
If Dean ended up in jail for a couple weeks , it was for the best. As
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