Beth disgruntled said, “I think it’s pretty obvious what makes you happy.” The picture of him with his cock down the waitress throat in her mind.
Razer grinned, he knew women and it was obvious where her mind just went. “Let me tell you a secret. Made me hotter than hell you watching us. I imagined it was your mouth sucking me off. Tonight you didn’t disappoint me, I want your mouth again, but next I want that tight pussy. If it takes you getting to know me better, I can handle that. I enjoy your company. Now does that sound good to you?”
“Ok," Beth said, determined not to wince at his plain talk. They were both adults, she would have to get over her prudish ways if she wanted to be with Razer.
“Good, now I gotta go or your sister is going to find me here and I don’t think you want that?”
“No.” Beth apologized with her tone of voice.
“It’s cool.” He lifted her off his lap, taking her hand he walked to the door. “Friday, we are having a party at the house. You want to come?”
“I would like that. Lily is going out of town with her youth group.”
“I will pick you up at eight. Sound good?”
“Yes.” With a light kiss on her lips, he was gone. Beth stood uncertainly at the closed door. Forcing herself to move, she went upstairs to her room. Taking a short shower eased the tension, but not the desire still plaguing her body. Beth thought about Razer as she sat on her bed painting her toenails. She liked his easy nature and sense of humor. She had never been around someone like him before; he eased that feeling of being stifled she always walked around with, but couldn’t figure out how to solve. He made her feel free, as if she was capable of being like the other women her age who didn’t have to worry about keeping so many people happy.
The door opening and closing alerted Beth to Lily’sreturn home. There was a quiet knock on her door before Lily stuck her head inside.
“I am just going to bed. Need anything?”
“No thanks. Goodnight Lily.”
“Goodnight, sleep well.”
“You too, Lily.”
Chapter 4
Monday’s were always busy for Beth. Her first stop was Mrs. Langley, who was waiting on her to take her to get her hair done. Beth listened on the way to the beauty shop as she gave a list of groceries for Beth to pick up. Vincent Bedford and Samantha were coming to dinner that evening, so she would be preparing a meal. Beth would fit the grocery shopping into her tight schedule, hoping this time the father and daughter would actually show up. The last time they had not shown without even a courtesy phone call to cancel.
It didn’t take long for her to drop Mrs. Langley off at the beauty salon; her next stop was Ton’s home. He lived on the outskirts of town, a couple miles up Pine Mountain. Beth always enjoyed the drive and Mr. James always gave her gas mileage. The log cabin, which was Ton’s home, suited him. It was rustic and old fashioned with hardwood floors; built on the ridge to capture the beauty of the mountains through the windows on the front of the house.
Ton answered her first knock, so he must have heard her arrival. Her smile was returned with a sheepish one. Beth had not seen him since his drunken rampage at Rosie’s.
He didn’t prevaricate. “I am sorry Beth. My behavior was inexcusable.” He poured her a cup of strong black coffee. “Have a seat.”
Beth sat, picking up the coffee and winced at the taste. Ton pushed the sugar towards her. Beth had to add several spoonfuls’s to make it drinkable.
“I have your groceries in the car.”
“I don’t know why James won’t let me do my own shopping. The drive isn’t that far from town."
“Probably because you’re blind in one eye.” Beth gently reminded him.
“Yes, well I remember where everything is. I still see perfectly fine.”
Beth shuddered in horror at his reply. “Doesn’t matter anyway James took my keys and after Rosie’s, he even threatened the cab company if they came out here to pick me up.”
“I’m sorry,” she said softly.
“Don’t be. Guess I brought it on myself. I just go in for a couple drinks, and then before I know it, I am drinking the harder stuff. Guess I am not doing so well adjusting to being old with nothing to do.” He ran his gnarled hand through his long grey hair.
“You need a hobby.” Beth suggested.
“That I do, drinking as one isn’t working out so good.” Beth laughed. She found it hard to believe the mean foul-mouthed man she had seen last Thursday was the same one standing before her now.
“Well, I better get the groceries packed in before you go. I know you have other clients to see about.”
“I do, but I have a few things I wanted to get done here first if you don’t mind. I scheduled in a couple hours and I don’t want to lose the money.”