When we were finished eating, I suggested to Sandy, "Let's stop by a U-haul and rent one of those $19.95 a day pickups. We should be able to clean out both of our places with just a few loads. I have a bunch of boxes that I have saved to pack up what we have. We can get a few more from U-haul if we want."
Sandy said, "Good idea, I'll use your car to haul all of our hanging clothes. We should be able to move most of what we have today."
We rented the truck and went to Sandy's first. She said her bed had been used when she bought it, so she didn't mind if we had to pitch it. She did want to keep her couch since she had bought it new and was proud of it. She suggested, "How about putting this and the tables and lamps in the office bedroom. If you have something you want to keep, it might fit in there too."
I did have a reading chair that I was fond of. The floor lamp next to it with the built in table was also a favorite. They might fit in the living room and their neutral color would not clash with Caroline's furniture.
It took me about two hours to get all of Sandy's furniture out of the apartment into the truck. Sandy had loaded all of her clothes and kitchen items into my car, so all we had to do was clean her place up and she could try to get her deposit back. Fat chance of that.
We took the furniture that we didn't want to Goodwill and let them have it. Next, we drove to the trailer park and unloaded everything into our new home. We didn't try to unpack, just place things where they were to go.
We drove back to my place and repeated the process. I only had the two items I wanted to save. Everything else was going to Goodwill. My place was ready to rent as I had just cleaned the place from top to bottom. The last thing I packed was the bathroom, knowing that by tonight I would really need a shave.
We drove back to Sandy's apartment and cleaned as if we were preparing for a mother-in-law. As soon as we were finished, Sandy said, "I'm going to get the manager. They are always here on Saturday. When they see the place is perfect to rent, they'll want to rent it right away to collect some extra money."
She left, and within ten minutes, she had two people looking through the apartment with Sandy showing them the damage list from when she first moved in. She had fixed most of the damaged areas so the apartment complex didn't really have to do anything to rent the place.
Sandy and the apartment people left and she returned, clutching her deposit check. She said, "When they said they didn't think I should receive my deposit back, I told them they could have the apartment when the Sheriff's Deputy came to evict me. That would take almost six months, and I wouldn't pay them a dime's rent during that time. They wrote the check."
I told Sandy, "I want to use the same scam on the crazy lady who is my apartment manager. Let's go back there and see."
We drove back to my place where I went right to the office. The nasty manager didn't even want to inspect my place, but I described to her how long it was going to be before she would have access to the apartment. I told her that I would live there rent free for probably six months unless she agreed to return my deposit. That really pissed her off.
She sent one of minions to check out the apartment and when she was told the apartment was ready to rent, the manager said, "Then I'll rent it and fuck you. What are you going to do, move back in?"
"My stuff is in that pickup. If you don't give me my deposit check, I'll begin moving my stuff back in and see you around for the next five or six months."
The bitch laughed, "Right, I've already started eviction proceedings on you. How long before I get you out of there, tell me that?"
I told her, "All I have to do is squat. The cops won't haul my stuff to the curb until it all goes to court, and I'm sure that will take longer than five months."
The crazy lady was cussing and ranting until she finally pulled out a big checkbook and wrote a check. When I pointed out that she had not dated or signed the check, she cussed some more before completing the check and throwing it at me.
I smiled and thanked her for the check. Sandy was standing with me and watched as I walked out of the office showroom area. Just as I got to the door, Sandy yelled as a large glass ashtray hit me on the back of the head, glancing off me and shattering the glass door. I went down like a rock falling into the broken shards of glass.
The hit on the head didn't knock me out, but the cut on the back of my head was enough to cause me to bleed pretty good. I was woozy and was trying to get on my hands and knees, cutting myself on the broken glass as I did. It took Sandy and one of the apartment people to help me get from the doorway to one of the couches. The crazy lady was cussing at me to get away from her furniture so I wouldn't bleed on it.
Sandy used her cell phone and dialed 911 to report an attack and an injury that needed assistance. The operator told her paramedics had already been dispatched, but she would send a Deputy right away.
I later learned that one of the apartment workers had called 911 as they felt I was hurt sufficiently that I probably needed professional attention.
The paramedics arrived with a fire truck. The firemen began sweeping up the glass, but left the heavy glass ashtray where it had fallen. When the apartment manager went to retrieve the ashtray, a fireman warned her that if she moved it, she could be arrested for tampering and concealing evidence. The lady just wouldn't learn and continuously cussed the firemen.
While I was being patched up, the Sheriff's Deputy arrived. He took statements from Sandy, some apartment workers, and the apartment complex manager. He bagged and tagged the ashtray, then waited to interview me. When he asked me if I saw the person throw the ashtray at me I had to admit that I didn't. He said, "That's okay, we have four good witnesses that saw the lady throw it at you. I'm going to arrest her for assault. Can you think of anything else?"
While getting a bandage on the back of my head, and my knees and hands wrapped in gauze from the broken glass, I answered "If you're really going to make it stick, that should do it. That woman is a threat to a lot of people, not just me."
I enjoyed watching as another deputy arrived, cuffed her, and hauled her away. As she was led from the building to the Deputy's car a large group of apartment dwellers began cheering. This infuriated the cuffed manager. She was hollering profanities at everyone and spit at the crowd as well as the Deputy trying to get her into his car.
Sandy told me, "Sit here for a minute while I get some information from these other apartment people." Sandy moved through the gathering throng of people in the showroom area to find the apartment people. Within a few minutes, she was back to me with one of the workers and clutching several pieces of paper.
Sandy said, "This is Emily, she's going to drive you and your car to the trailer park. You shouldn't drive right now. I'll drive the pickup so we can go to Good Will and then can get your stuff put in the trailer." A guy came along with Emily to help, so I rode with Sandy in the pickup.
That was a hell of a commotion over a lousy five hundred and seventy dollars.
Within an hour and a half, my stuff was unloaded into the trailer, the pickup returned to U-haul, and the couple who had helped us was back at the apartment complex. Sandy had told the apartment worker about how the huge company next door to the trailer park had hired us. Sandy suggested there might be multiple opportunities with this big company. The couple both seemed to be interested in checking it out.
We did find out the girl was just a part-time employee of the apartment complex and that the assistant manager had asked her to help us. The guy was her boyfriend and was currently unemployed, picking up odd jobs wherever he could. That sounded familiar.
When we were dropping off the couple that had helped us, the assistant manager came out to talk to Sandy and me. She said, "I've already called corporate and I've given them all of the information. If you will, please give me a new address that would be good for them to get in touch with you at. Is your cell phone number still the same?"
I nodded and she continued, "They asked me to ask you to put off calling an attorney until they could talk to you first. I'm sure they will offer you a nice settlement for being hurt by one of their employees. I'll tell you what I think, though. If you want some quick money, take what they offer or bargain them up until they squeak. If you want a hell of lot of money, get a lawyer. You have witnesses, police reports, and the firemen's response. You've got a good case."
I thanked her for the advice and said we would think about it.
Sandy suggested we make a grocery store run to get a few things for supper and the house. Neither one of us had brought much in the way of food from our depleted cupboards. The Publix next to the trailer park was the fastest and we spent about twenty dollars on some food for later, tomorrow, and some beverages for us to use to celebrate.
Back at home; we began to unpack our things. I had started to pick up a box of my clothes, but had to put it down when I became dizzy. When I staggered, Sandy told me to sit for a little while to see if the dizziness went away. It mostly did, but I was feeling a little nauseous. As soon as she heard me say this, she said, "Come on, we're going to the hospital. You may have a concussion and should be looked at."
We drove to University Community Hospital back in northeast Tampa, where we waited in the emergency room waiting area for two hours before someone could look at me. They inspected the cut on my head and sent me to x-ray.
A half-hour later, a doc said there wasn't any swelling of the brain, but there was a small crack in my skull. He said I should be okay, but should remain awake until at least ten this evening. He suggested aspirin if I needed pain relief. I had to sign a long list of documents as I didn't have any health insurance and didn't have enough to pay the bill right then. A couple hours at the hospital had a three grand price tag. We should have just waited to see if I got worse.
Now I was not only hurt, I was depressed over the magnitude of the new debt, as well as wondering if this was going to interfere with my new job.
Back at the trailer park, Sandy suggested we go over to the patio to see if Henry was there. We could tell him what had happened and see what he thought. Sandy said, "Look on the bright side, we have our apartment deposits back so we have enough cash until I get paid, even if you can't work right away. It'll work out."
I looked at Sandy and asked, "We just met, are your really willing to carry me until I can work?"
Sandy was quick to answer, "I sure am. You didn't hesitate to help me, we've rented this place together, and we did seal the deal this morning, didn't we?"
I smiled as I gathered her into my arms for a hug. She snuggled into me and said, "You may not be able to do much intimate cuddling for a day or so. You better not get yourself worked up. Come on; let's go see if Henry is on the patio."
We walked to the patio at a slow pace to make sure I was not having any problems. When we entered the screened area, it seemed as if there was a full blown party going on.
Some people were finishing eating at the big tables and some were playing board games at another part of the tables. Groups were playing cards at smaller tables, and a large group was around the stools and tables near the bar. As soon as we came in, Henry hollered, "Hey, you two. Where have you been? You better grab one of those calzones before they are all gone. You get one and I'll fix you something to drink."
I held up my hand and told Henry, "I think I'll stick with Coke tonight. I reached my booze limit last night."
Sandy said, "Tell him the truth. Tell him about our day. I'll get us something to eat."
As I described our day, the big guy, Tiny, was listening and as the story progressed, he moved closer. When I finished, Henry said, "You know, your insurance with the company may already be in force. If you get something from a settlement with the apartment complex, you'll have to reimburse the insurance company, but I think you're covered."
Tiny asked, "Did you complete all of the security forms yesterday?"
Henry answered for me, "Yep, he was even propositioned by Dorothy."
Tiny laughed, "Well then, Dorothy's screwed someone for sure now. That would be the insurance company. You're covered and you can take your insurance card to the hospital to cover the bill. You can probably do it all over the phone. You might have some co-pay, but it won't hurt near as bad."
Sandy had heard this and was smiling. She said, "See, it's working out. Landing here has been our lucky day."
Shirley and Stormy were sitting near us, and Shirley asked, "Did you guys enjoy your first night here at the park?"
I must have blushed enough to be noticed, and Sandy must have glowed enough to be detected, as Ruth, who was sitting with Tiny, said, "I think this couple enjoyed their first night here a lot."
Sandy and I grinned.
Tiny said, "On Monday, I want you to ask our in-house legal staff for a referral to an injury attorney. Your apartment complex has some legal liability for your injury. Considering that their manager intentionally injured you, you could probably own the whole complex if you wanted. You might want to pursue this even if it's just for the co-pay you'll owe to the hospital. Get Henry to introduce you to Charles Monday morning."
Henry was listening and added, "I want you to see Nurse Nancy to have you checked out before you go to work Monday morning. We need to make sure you're doing okay. That's what she's for."
Sandy and I ate the calzones with some Coke to wash them down. I told Sandy, "It was a good idea to come over tonight. I sure hope we don't wear out our welcome."
A lady named Susan was sitting next to us with her husband, a guy named Kevin. Susan said, "Never think that. If there is anything you need to learn about us, it is that we are a family out here. You'll soon know everyone here and we all want you to come every day. Come for breakfast and morning coffee. Come for lunch if you're close by. Come for after work drinks or social time, and stay for supper. The more you're here with us, the more you'll want to be a part of us. We all love to have new people, people who embrace the idea of good friends and family."
Henry leaned over and said, "She didn't mention that I'm her brother and that Steve is our brother, as well. That guy over there is Tiny's dad and is the trailer park manager. Not to worry though, as the park is owned by the same couple who own all the businesses out here."
Tiny said, "I beg your pardon. I'm one of the owners of all of the S&S companies, as well. You are too, Henry, as you're still under S&S." Tiny turned to us and said, "You see, Steve gave half of the company to the employees through their 401K plan, so every person nationwide employed by S&S is an owner of the company."
Sandy asked, "You mean this guy just gave away half the company?"
Tiny answered, "He sold some and gave some away. He's done even more, but I can't comment about some of it, as Steve wishes to keep it private. Don't worry about Steve though; the man still has holdings that are worth a ton. And then there's Sue. She is the real owner of Quality Wear. She has distributed part of her holdings to the employee 401K plan, but nowhere near what Steve has. The clothing industry is more hazardous than what Steve does."
Henry added, "Everyone here has prospered because of Steve and Sue. Several of us have gained great financial wealth from them, but most of all we've gained the personal wealth of a big family that takes care of each other."
Susan added, "So you see, you two are supposed to be here. You're supposed to be part of our family. I hope it brings you closer to each other, as well as closer to us."
Sandy was hugging me as we sat together with all of these new friends.
I said, "This is all very powerful, very secure. I hope I can contribute to everyone's benefit."
Susan's husband, Kevin said, "You will, Sandy, or Sandy and Sandy, you will."
A lady in jeans and T-shirt came to the bar to draw a mug of beer and said, "It's nice to have a couple whose names rival Mandy and me. Now we have the Sandy's and the Andy's.
Another lady that came up to the lady drawing the beer, said, "Too many Sandy's around here. It's a good thing you're not mechanics or it would get really confusing."
Ruth said, "Meet Mandy and Sandy, two of the best motor builders in the country. You see, everyone has taken an interest in you two because you're new. They want to know you; they want you to become part of us."
Mandy said, "We want you as long as you know how to party, that is to eat, drink, and be merry. If you're not a little kinky now, you will be. If you're a prude, you won't be soon enough. This is a great bunch that work and have a lot of fun together. It's not all party, but just a great everyday life."
Sandy, my girl, announced, "It's time for me to get this guy home. We'll see how he is in the morning and come over for breakfast. Do you guys start at six on Sunday's too?"
Tiny said, "Some do, but Glenda and Martin are on vacation with Steve and Sue. Ruth and I'll be here around six thirty or seven, but someone will have coffee going by six. Sunday is another great visual day, usually better than Saturday. Be here or be square."
Ruth whispered something into Sandy's ear as we were standing that brought a smile to Sandy's face. We said goodnight and walked back to our new home. I asked what Ruth had said, but Sandy just smiled and said, "You'll see."
At home, we put our clothes into the built-in drawers of the big bedroom without even discussing whether one of us would use the other bedroom. Our hanging clothes were in the big walk-in closet and our boxes of miscellaneous stuff were now empties.
Sandy said, "We can straighten up tomorrow and we'll be totally moved into this place and with each other. How does that make you feel?"
We were standing together, hugging in the doorway of the big bedroom, looking at the big bed, when I said, "It feels good. It feels natural. It feels right."
For that I received a great hug and kiss. Sandy said, "Let's go to bed. We could use the rest."
After a quick toothbrush and wash, we snuggled into bed, this time skin to skin, totally bare. Sandy had a leg over me as she hugged me and we kissed. I had naturally grown firm between her legs just from the contact, much less the intoxicating feeling our closeness gave.
The more we kissed, the more Sandy moved on top of me, until she said, "Don't move, I have to do everything because this is off limits to you. Just relax and let it happen, let me do all the work."
It didn't take long to do the work. Sandy and I both built up our passion quickly and once again I filled her without thinking of the possible consequences. As we lay together, Sandy said, "I bet we'd make some good looking kids, smart too."
Shock!
Now that is something to think about.
I did think about it, smiling, as I fell asleep.
I woke to a wonderful feeling. I was dreaming of receiving a most intimate gift from a woman. I was being kissed and sucked nearly to completion. As a matter of fact, I was but a couple of strokes from feeding my pleasure giver.
I let loose with a groan, as the pleasure giver stroked and sucked me to a wonderful nirvana. When I was empty, the pleasure giver came up to my face and gave me a very gentle kiss. Her lips tasted like me, but that was okay, especially after the gift she had just given me.
Sandy snuggled into my shoulder and said, "That was nice. Thank you for giving yourself to me. You know, that's the first time I've ever done that, but that's not the last time I'll do that with you. I'm really crazy for you, Sandy."
I felt warm tears drip onto my shoulder as she spoke. I hugged her back, pulling her to me and up a little so our lips could kiss some more. Our kisses continued until I wanted more and continued to worship her whole body. I traveled from her lips to her neck, down her chest to enjoy kissing and fondling her firm breasts. Before long, I was kissing her belly button and then on to her fuzzies and the leaking lips below.
Sandy exploded as I kissed and licked the most sensitive areas between her legs. Her orgasm continued as I sucked on her pleasure spot and introduced a finger into her opening. I kept up the intensity until she screamed and lay still. I rose to move up over her, and saw that she had passed out.
I cuddled her to me, kissing her forehead, caressing her back and buttocks.
When Sandy, my girl, opened her eyes, she said, "If I get that every time I give you that pleasure, I'm going to suck that thing right off your body. That was almost too much. Please note, that I said almost."
We lay there enjoying the afterglow of intense pleasure.
As I lay there, I remembered that today was February thirteenth. Tomorrow was Valentine's Day. I needed to get away to get a card and at least some candy. I began to scheme to find an opportunity.
Sandy said, "Come on, let's get a shower and go eat breakfast. I want to wear the sexiest gown I've ever had. You're going to like it."
As we entered the shower, I told her, "I get to see the real thing. All of the real Sandy, not the teasing view of Sandy beneath some nylon."
Sandy said, "Oh you," and began washing me, as I now washed her. She asked, "How are you feeling? Are you dizzy at all?"
"I feel great, I'm not dizzy or disoriented, and I'm thinking clearly. I'll be fine."
"Good," She said, "I'd hate for you to miss your first day of work out here."
It was seven-thirty by the time we arrived at the patio. There was a good crowd of scantily clad women. Most had arrived as Sandy did, wearing a robe over their revealing costumes. When Sandy took off her robe, she showed the world how sexy she really was. Sandy had a little darker tone to her skin than most Anglos. She had a pale orange, very sheer, gown that accented her darker skin and dark brown hair. I didn't see her put the gown on, and I should have been immune as I had been viewing her completely naked, but this was a near shock.
Sandy brushed up against my zipper with her fingers asking, "Like this?"
Oh my yes, I like that a lot. With a smile I told her, "We're going to have to go back to the house for a couple of minutes."
Sandy grinned and said, "Later, I'm enjoying showing off. Look around; there are some choice views out here."
She was right. There was Ruth who showed the world she was totally clean shaven. That gets your motor running. Then there was the larger than life Nancy, who displayed she was all woman with her larger breasts, abundant hips, with only a little trace of pubic hair. The cute smaller Susan, was wearing a very revealing gown similar to Sandy's, but in white. It made her sexy, but looked so sweet and pure.
Then there was a big girl named Betty. She was rounded and would probably be considered overweight, but she was a fox. I'd want to play with her. If I didn't have Sandy, Betty would have been great mental stimulation when I was daydreaming. I really enjoyed a couple of cute redheads that showed the world they were true redheads by displaying their very red pubic hair. I couldn't tell if they were twins, but I could tell that both were great teases.
Yep, this was a hell of a way to get your morning motor running.
Sandy had been pulled into a group of women while I migrated to the bar with the men. Tiny poured me a light Bloody Mary and handed it to me. He said, "Do you have any plans for Valentine's Day?"
I told him, "Nothing special. I was going to sneak out and get a card and box of candy."
Tiny said, "We usually do something special all together. This year, since Valentine's Day is on Monday, we've contracted the people out at Park Place to cater a romantic dinner. Tomorrow a tent will be set up out here and inside will have tables with tablecloths, fancy table settings, wine glasses, and everything a special banquet would have. We'll have waiters in tuxes, waitresses in skimpy costumes, and a band for dancing afterward. I think all of us are going to get our ladies something special to give them, but when they see inside the tent tomorrow evening, we should all be winners. Want to come?"
I asked, "How much would be my share?"
Tiny said, "Not to worry. I'm taking care of it this year. When you start making your millions, you can have a turn. Just get your Sandy something special, since we're going to take a few minutes to give our ladies our gifts when the meal is finished."
"You guys go all out don't you?" I had to exclaim of their generosity.
"Well, are you in?" Henry asked.
"Of course, now I have to think of what I can get Sandy." I tried to think of what would be special to her. We've only been together for a couple of days, but we were rapidly becoming a real couple, so real that we may be creating another being inside Sandy.
Tiny said, "A few of us are going someplace later this morning. If you want to tag along, that would be good. I think the women are going to take your lady somewhere anyway."
I sipped on the Bloody Mary and nodded. This sounds like a neat idea.
Sandy and I ate pancakes together and she mentioned that she was going out with a bunch of women later. They had some things to look at. I told her that I had been invited to go with a bunch of the guys. When breakfast was over and cleaned up, the women all waved and left.
Tiny said, "Let's go. We can take my Expedition. I think we'll fit. The other guys have already been to this place."
When we pulled out of the park, I was sitting in the middle seat with Henry. He asked me, "What are you going to get Sandy, anything special?"
I had to ask, "Where are we going? Is this a special place?"
Henry laughed, "I guess you wouldn't know. Tiny and I helped a guy go into the jewelry business and he has grown to the point that he has a very successful store of nice jewelry. Because of our relationship, he's going to sell to us at his cost. That's like better than half off. His place isn't very far and he's there early today just for us. He usually doesn't open until one on Sundays, but he and all his staff are there early today for our private showing."
We pulled up in front of a well-known free-standing jewelry store. This store was known for high quality custom made jewelry, as well as some unique items that are hard to find.
Everyone scattered to different cases with a salesperson coming to each of us to help with our selection. The lady who came to my aid was about fifty, nice looking, and very personable. She asked, "What makes this a special Valentines Day?"
Now that's a good way to ask a customer what he's looking for. "I'm looking for something for someone who completes us as a relatively new couple, but two people who feel as if we've know each other for years."
She smiled, "Are you in love, truly in love?"
That was a shock. I had to consider that. I had to search my feelings for that answer. I looked at the saleslady, "Yes, we are truly in love. Thank you for asking me that question. You've made what I want easier."
It didn't take long to find the bigger than normal locket and chain that I wanted. The lady took it to a back workroom to have the locket engraved. When she came back, I showed her something else I wanted, then I did what I never did. I paid for my purchases with a credit card. I really did need to ask Henry what I would be making.
On the way back to the trailer park, we stopped at a mall to get cards for tomorrow. I took the time to get cards and candy for my mom, sisters, and sister-in-law too. I would be busy after work delivering them. Perhaps I could drop them off today.
At the park, I went to my trailer and hid my gift and card. I figured on giving the card in the morning and the gift with the other guys after supper. That should be a good setting for what I had in mind.
I went back to the patio to join the guys, feeling pretty good about everything. Henry was chatting with Tiny, so I went up to them and asked, "Henry, I know this is Sunday, but I haven't had a chance to ask you something. I know whatever your answer is will be good, but could you tell me what my salary might be?"
Tiny began laughing. "You mean you took the job without finding out how much you were going to make? What if it was almost minimum wage?"
I bit my lip and said, "Okay, then I would prove what I'm worth in order to make more. I needed steady employment in my field, and you are giving it to me. That will go a long way to making me happy. I've been living on next to nothing for so long that a little longer won't hurt."
Henry reached out and patted my arm, "You won't be going to work for minimum wage. Tiny and I discussed it and we're starting you at seventy-five, and feel you'll probably be over a hundred in a year. It depends on how much you contribute to our projects. Of course, if you create new stuff, the sky's the limit."
I must have looked like a fish out of water as my mouth was gasping for air. "Seventy-five? Seventy-five thousand? You know what I made at my last place, why so much?"
Tiny said, "We can cut it back if you want, but you are qualified for what we want and we had a budget for that position. We're not giving you anywhere near a hundred percent of the budget, so you have room to grow. Trust me, you'll earn the money."
Relief flooded my body. I had just spent a wad of money and now I could see that I could pay off the credit card debt quickly. Henry asked, "Does that help with what you bought today?"
I smiled real big, "It sure does."
"In that case," Tiny said, "Another Bloody Mary should be in order."
We sipped on Bloody Marys until some ladies put a bunch of cold cuts, cheeses, vegetables, and bread out on the tables. One nice looking very black lady, named Peaches, announced, "If you want soup, it's on the stove in the kitchen. The bowls are next to it."
This place was full of a variety of people. There were several African Americans, Latinos of several countries such as Cuba, Puerto Rico, Mexico, Venezuela, and probably others. There was an Indian guy and his wife, more than one Native American, some dark Italians, and I was told a pair of Asian sisters lived out here. Yet everyone was part of the family.
As we all ate, still sipping on Bloody Marys, the girls returned. I saw Sandy take off for the trailer and came trotting back in a couple of minutes. When she came into the screened patio, she came to me and gave me a warm, sweet kiss. That was the perfect way to tell me my gift was right.
Sandy excitedly told me how the ladies had gone to a variety of places and that some were open just for them. She grinned and said, "You're in for a surprise. As a matter of fact, all you guys are in for a surprise."
Sandy joined me with a Bloody Mary and had some lunch. She said, "Careful with drinking. You may still have a concussion and you need to let it heal." I agreed and nodded.
We went to the trailer, where we had to re-arrange the living room furniture a little to accommodate my chair and lamp. We arranged Sandy's couch, chair, tables, and lamps in the office area, and set our two computers up on side by side desks. Sandy said, "Since we have cable, we can get Road Runner pretty cheap. I'll call them to see how much it would be."
I said, "I have my router from the apartment, let me plug it in and see if the service might still be on from the previous tenant."
Sure enough, the connection was still active but we called anyway to get the billing changed to my name. When the house was perfect, we decided to take a short Sunday afternoon nap. This required our helping each other out of our clothes, snuggling under the covers until we were hot and sweaty, and once again ignoring the possibility that Mother Nature could make Sandy a mother. For some reason, neither one of us were concerned.