I guess the only thing worse than not working is working and not being paid. Let me explain, I'm in construction and my boss is the greatest. He has stuck his neck out for me more than once, so I feel a loyalty to him that most don't have with their boss. He bid a remodel job on a huge house in Bel Air that was owned by an investment banker and when the bank failed; his rich customer fled the country with the Feds hot on his tail. This left my boss with no money to pay us but also a big tab for material he had signed for. Instead of a layoff, I told my boss I would work for free, my thinking being as I had nothing to do anyway at least this would keep me busy.
With Valentine's Day coming up, here I was with no money for my girlfriend, I knew she would understand but I wanted this to be a special Valentine. This would be our first Valentine's Day since we got back together. I was a louse so she threw me out last spring; as soon as we were apart, I knew I had made the mistake of my life. I spent the rest of the year convincing Amy to take me back and just after Thanksgiving, she agreed to a trail period.
Things with us are going well now and I had hoped to make Valentine's Day special for Amy to show her my love. I didn't have enough money to pay my rent let alone a fancy present, I'd be lucky to afford to take her to MickyDs for dinner. I was still working with my boss trying to help him get whatever materials he could out of the project that went belly up. As we worked, I mentioned that I wanted to take Amy somewhere special for the upcoming weekend. He came up with a great idea suggesting I bring her here to the house we were working on. It's up in the hills and great for a romantic picnic. We already had half the house busted up pretty bad, but the kitchen was still in good shape and outside was the patio, the pool, still heated, and a wonderful view all the way out west to the ocean. He called the Bel Air Patrol for me to tell them I would be staying at the site over the weekend and then told me to have fun.
I called Amy to tell her I had a surprise for her and that I would pick her up Saturday Morning. I told her to throw a few things together for a long weekend and that she wouldn't need many clothes other than her bathing suit. Amy was excited, she knew of my financial squeeze so she was expecting little. She told me she had a special Valentine for me and said she couldn't wait to give it to me. I took what we needed to the house, picked a bunch of flowers from their garden, and along with my homemade Valentine card went to pick up Amy. The card was corny but it was from my heart and I hoped she would know this. I can't even remember the poem I wrote but it ended in something like, "The most important part, is I hope Cupid shoots his arrow in your heart," Like I said corny.
Amy thanked me for the flowers and as she read my card, I stared at her beauty. Her short dark curly hair fell into ringlets around her neck with bangs, which contrasted with the brightness in her blue eyes. Those eyes whose sparkle could either melt your heart with love or burn soul with hate as I had found out last year. I noticed she wore the heart necklace and earrings I gave her for Christmas. You know I'm a dumb guy who didn't know that girls hated heart jewelry and now that I knew this fact, I took it as an act of love when she wore them. I looked up from the cleavage of her petite little breasts where her necklace hung to see tears in her eyes.
"Oh Dave this is so beautiful it's the best Valentine card I ever had."
She threw her arms around me and I told her that no matter how lame my card was I meant every word. I told her how pretty she looked and blushing she said,
"I know I don't wear dresses very often but I thought this red dress was right for Valentine's Day."
With the top unbuttoned below her bra less breasts offering a peak or more if she moved just right to the raised hemline showing off her strong thighs I thought the dress was the sexiest I had seen.
