Chapter 3
The sun is attempting to crack the horizon when Jack, fully clothed, pokes Hank in the ribs and motions for him to join him outside. Hank pries himself, reluctantly, from Sofia's arms and stands, stretching both downward and upward before padding out to meet Jack.
"Hank, I need to go to town, and I need you to stand watch with Sofia while I am gone. I doubt she will want to move about much but there is warm stew in the pot and bread on the table for you both. I should be back before nightfall if not then tomorrow evening."
Hank softly grumbles and dances on his pads a couple times. It is his acknowledgement of his assigned tasks, and he willingly accepts his duties. Jack pats Hank on the side and sets off for town, his weapons secure, knowing he is about to risk it all. But if successful, the chances of Sofia being discovered to be a runner will be greatly reduced. He grasps the reins to his sled and begins the trek.
Jack arrives in town around noon. Entering the tavern, he takes a seat at a table in a dark corner. He is approached by the large breasted woman that operates the establishment. She is dressed in what some nowadays would call a dirndl, exposing her cavern like cleavage and emphasizing her wide hips.
"God strike me dead if it isn't Mr. Jack from the blue hollow mountain! What in the lord's realm brings you into this cesspool of humanity?" she bellows.
Jack grins at Maggie and yanks her big ass down onto his lap.
"Well, you nosy big assed gorgeous woman, I just couldn't stay away from you for another minute." Jack says to her while grabbing a large handful of her voluptuous ass.
They laugh heartily and then catch up for a bit. Maggie senses that Jack is being a bit cagy and fetches him a pint of ale before looking him in the eyes and quietly asking for the real reason he is in town.
"I need to see the fixer, Maggie. Trust me, the less you know the better. Is he available?"
Maggie stares at him for a second and shifts from one ass cheek to the other before leaning close to Jack's face. She came just a few millimeters from swallowing Jack's face between her double Ds and whispers...
"He can be available around 4 pm today...of course that's up to you mountain man. How bad do you need to see him?"
She runs her finger down Jacks nose, over his lips and chin. She kisses him softly and says...
"Finish your pint and meet me upstairs, room 11. We can while away the time getting reacquainted."
Jack eyes her hungrily as she sashays her wide ass around the bar. She tells the younger lass serving as the bartender that she will be occupied for the next couple of hours.
Sarah, the younger version of Maggie, although not anywhere as big as her mother, is quite a stunner. Jack has often admired her from his stool at the bar but never coaxed her into a sexual escapade. It is easier and less of a chore to just pay the working girls the 3 jingles for an hour romp then to sweet talk her for hours and days. He's just not that into taking on a second wife. And now with Sofia, he has no time for any such extracurricular activities.
Maggie heads up the garish staircase and rounds the corner at the top, untying her servers' apron and dropping it on the top step. Jack downs the last of his ale, slamming the mug on the table. He saunters past the bar, eyeing Sarah, who smiles back at him and asks...
"Hey Jack. It's been too long. When are you going to make me a respectable woman?"
Jack stops and smiles his most devious grin before saying...
"Miss Sarah, I would move heaven and earth to squirrel you away from this insanity and fetch you up on my mountain. You are just too much of a city girl sweetness!"
Sarah, smiles big and blushes, knowing deep inside she wants the large rough mountain man to ravish her in the biblical way!
