The job was going great, Tracy told me to call her Aunt Tracy, and the three old guys told me to call them Uncles, Chick, Vinnie and Vito these people were great. Mr. Pisano was still the scariest guy I ever met. But he would wave and say," Hi Kid."
Aunt Tracy was working my ass off, I got all the shit runs, I was making money, and I loved it.
Kristi and I couldn't stay apart. When we weren't busy, we'd hang out together. We could talk about anything and everything. She told me all about her ex-husband, and I told her how I was dumped by my ex, for another guy with a better job.
We got to a point where we could almost tell what each other was thinking just looking at one and other. Kristi talks, laughs, and giggles, all at the same time, and I can't get a word in edgewise So I just nod my head in agreement with whatever she says," yap, whatever you say, that's right, okay, yeah, sure."
Kristi, was blunt; strangely enough, at times she was kind of innocent, and insecure, but mostly she was, a fun loving, Goofy, bubbly, giggly, silly, Frisky, ball breaking, cock tease, Sex Pot, and" I wanted to fuck the shit out of her, and she knew it."
We'd flirt and play with each other all the time, when no one was paying any attention to us, we'd play grab ass she'd grab at my cock, I'd jump and she'd giggle. I'd make out I was going to grab her little tits, or put my hand between her legs, she'd laugh...
One morning, I was leaning on Aunt Tracy's desk, ogling Kristi's snatch. She looked up and caught me, smiled, shook her head and sighed, like she was discussed with me, looked around the room, to make sure no one could hear her, and called me a perverted pig.
I grinned, raised my eye brows at her, stuck out my tongue and lapped my upper lip. She turned bright pink, clamped her legs together, as if she just had an orgasm, and turned her chair towards her desk.
The better I got to know her, the more I liked her.
A little voice inside my head kept telling me, she's the boss's daughter, she out of your league. The boss won't approve of you hitting on his daughter.
Then another little voice inside my head would tell me. She's perfect for you. She's fun to be with, and she makes you happy. What hell more can I ask for?
Then the little head in my pants would remind me that .She's HOT and SEXY and how badly, I want to FUCK HER.
"What the Hell can I do?"
I kept asking myself that question over and over again and again. I felt like I was in a no win situation!
The voice of reason finally won out. I got a horrible knot in my stomach that kept twisting and churning that wouldn't go away. I couldn't take it anymore. Then it came to me. I know what I had to do, as much as I didn't want to do it.
I knew Kristi would be the first one in Saturday morning. So I could say what I had to say to her then but, "The best laid plans of, Mice and Men, most often go astray."
Kristi was already there when I arrived. I took one look at her and I could see that something was bothering her. She hasn't been herself lately; she's been kind of moody and sulking around the office.
I though maybe she's got the rag on, or something! I didn't know what it was, but I don't like to see her hurting. So I asked her," what's wrong?" She didn't answer; instead she just snuggled up against me, putting her head on my chest.
I put my arms around her, to comfort her; I rubbed my cheek over the top of her head, the feel of her soft silky hair and the fresh smell of her shampoo, made my heart jump. I gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead, then on her cheek.
She looked up at me with her beautiful dark blues, just as my lips started to brush against hers, her Father came in. He looked at us, without saying a word, and went into his office.
Kristi pulled away from me, and followed him into his office. She left the door slightly ajar. I could hear them talking, but I couldn't make out what they were saying...
They came out of his office still talking, gesturing with their arms and hands. They glanced in my direction a couple of times. I had no idea, what they were talking about, but I knew it wasn't good!
It never occurred to me, that maybe, Kristi was asking her Father for help, because that's what she did when she didn't know what else to do...
I saw Mr. Pisano throw his arms up in frustration. Then he went back into his office. Kristi went to the loading docks to get the paper work from the night before.
Aunt Tracy came in, called me over and gave me a run. It was a real shit trip, a dirty; heavy, back breaking run, in South Jersey delivering to a tire recapping shop. I got back around eight PM that evening.
To my horror, Mr. Pisano was still there. He came out of his office and called," Hey Kid come here, I want to talk to you." There I stood covered in black rubber dust, looking like, "Al Jolson, in black face." I was so nervous; I got butterflies in my stomach and farted, "I said to myself, this is its, its all over now"
I went into Mr. Pisano's office; he motioned for me to sit down. I sat and waited for him to speak. He peered into my eyes, and said," You're doing a good job kid." I was dumb founded! And I said." Thank You."
Then he asked," Are you married? Do you have a girl friend? He paused for a moment, he looked like he was trying to find the right words, then he asked, Are you Gay?
I looked at him trying not to laugh as I answered, "No wife, No girl friend, and then I burst out laughing as I said," No I'm not Gay either!"
He looked at me, like he was relieved and said," I didn't think so," and asked," How come, no wife or girl friend?"
I looked over his shoulder and saw a picture of Kristi hanging on the wall. I quickly looked down; because I didn't want him to see me lie. I nervously answered him," I just haven't found the right girl yet."
He saw me look at Kristi's picture, but he didn't say anything. He just looked at me, like he could see right through me. Then he said, "Come over for diner tomorrow."
It wasn't an invitation; it was a command!" Okay", I said, as I though to myself, then I could tell Kristi, what I had to do then...
Sunday morning; as I got ready, my heart was aching, I put on my best clothes. I wanted to look good for Kristi. Because this was going to be the last time; I was ever going to see her.
I was going to tell her," How crazy I am about her, and that I was going to quit my job, because I couldn't have her."