Not too far away in a rundown apartment building, 45 year old Bobby Lee Jefferson stretched out his long legs trying to work out the pain in his fragile knees as he sat on his old sofa in his apartment. He was seething. His VA check was very late and the rent was already past due. His landlord had already pounded on his door and made eviction threats. He had been late with the rent several times because of bureaucratic ineptitude. With this being Christmas Eve and knowing nothing could be done right away, Bobby Lee resigned himself to the fact that he was going to be evicted this time. He buried his face in his hands.
Former SSG Robert Lee Jefferson was a U.S. Army vet of 15 years who had been struggling to make it since he was medically discharged back in 2000. He had served with the Airborne Rangers and had seen combat during the Kosovo War. He did not want to get out and he missed his comrades-in-arms. However, as time went along he barely kept contact with any of them nowadays. He felt alone and discarded. He had done a lot of hellraising back in his day and had two kids with a couple of European women but Bobby Lee didn't know a thing about them. Other than that, he had no other family and spent his days alone and bitter.
He was a tall, rangy, lean man whose dark wrinkled skin showed the stress and hardships he had been through over the years. He was a recovering alcoholic who was also suffering from PTSD. He tried his best not to drink when he was down because he was afraid of what he was capable of when he was in that state. Stress made him have other ideas sometimes. Like now for example. He hoped he could come up with some money to pay the rent soon.
Bobby Lee decided that he needed some air to clear his head and went out for a walk. He had to come up with some kind of plan to get some money. He had a pretty sketchy work history since his discharge and wasn't working right now. He didn't know anyone he could borrow money from and all that would've done was put him into more debt.
The December air was crisp and cool and everyone was out and about getting ready for the coming holiday. Bobby Lee watched all of the families cheerily going along buying their gifts and he was envious of them. He had always spent his time alone but there were times where he wanted someone to share his life with. Maybe things would've turned out better for him if he did have someone.
The more he walked and saw folks spreading Christmas joy, the madder he got. His luck sucked and he wished it on everyone else but himself. Boy these people are spending some money, he thought. If I had a bag of these presents, I could sell them and get some money. Bobby Lee thought about doing some panhandling. He looked the part. He looked down at his old Levi's, black t-shirt and his old Army field jacket. But his pride wouldn't let him do such a thing. Bobby kept trekking.
He came up on a big oak tree on a corner a couple of miles from his apartment and saw a nicely maintained older house with a picket fence. There were a couple of cars parked along the curb and a bunch of people were milling about. Bobby Lee stood and watched. They were a pretty big family. Gifts were being taken into the house. A couple of women were hugging an older woman as the gifts and food were brought in. Hmm, Bobby Lee thought. She must live here and those are her children. Obviously, this is where the Christmas party and dinner was going to be held.
Bobby Lee growled to himself as he saw how happy they all were. He backed up to conceal himself behind the oak tree and watched them. Children ran around excitedly in the front yard as they watched the presents brought inside the house. Bobby Lee rubbed his nose as he scowled at the festivities. Why did they deserve to be happy if he couldn't be?
An idea came to him suddenly. The house looked pretty old. He could easily break in and take the presents. Yeah, he thought. He could wait until late tonight and get them. He continued to watch the family. Soon everything that would be at the house had been taken inside and they prepared to leave. The older woman kissed and hugged her children and they all began to get back into their cars. The older woman felt her way back into the house and the door closed. The cars drove off and Bobby Lee smiled to himself. Looks like she lives alone, he thought. No problem. He turned and began to walk back to his apartment, scheming on how to break into the woman's house.
When he got back to his apartment, there was a sheet of paper taped to his door. Bobby Lee stared at it blankly. Sure enough, it was an eviction notice. He angrily snatched the notice off of his door and went inside. He went into his cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Scotch. He grabbed a glass and filled it to the brim with the strong liquid. He stood there and gulped it down. He then went and plopped down on his sofa. The drink made him feel a bit better about what he planned to do. Yes, he thought. The Grinch was here.
He got up and went into his bedroom. He reached under his pillow and grabbed the loaded Colt 1911A .45 caliber pistol he kept there. The gun was a gift from one of his old Army buddies when he was first discharged. Bobby Lee took the gun and went back to his sofa. He stared at it and decided that the old woman was not going to give him any trouble if she awoke. The gun will just be a precaution. He smiled as he decided how he'd put his plan into action. He poured himself another drink and sipped on it as he waited for nightfall to come.
Before they all left, Lydia Mae's children had arranged all of the presents under the tree and made everything lovely in her living room. The food for the dinner was in the refrigerator. Everything was prepared and Lydia didn't have to do anything. Her house was silent now that the kids were gone. Through her very hazy vision, she could make out her TV and she thought about listening to a show but decided against it. She instead felt her way to her stereo and put on some Christmas music to lift her spirits.
All it did was have the opposite effect. The music reminded Lydia Mae of the holidays she spent with Elvis and her loneliness returned anew. She sighed but left the music playing. She went into her bedroom and changed into a nightgown. She then found her way into the kitchen and made herself a cup of hot chocolate. She sat in the kitchen and sipped her chocolate and listened to the music. She tried to push aside the lonely feelings and thought about her kids and the joys they would bring her tomorrow. But that was a long way off.
It was dark now. The music was good but it also got her down more and more. She thought about Elvis and how nice it would be to lay in his strong arms now. The thought brought a tingle to her breasts and her hands slowly came up to touch them. She was chunky but that's what he liked and he never complained about her body. In fact, Elvis loved her body. He loved to bury his face in her big, soft breasts and rub his lips across her stiff nipples.
He loved her soft, womanly curves and ample bottom. His favorite position for her was doggy-style and Lydia Mae spent plenty of time on her knees bent over pleasuring her man. As much as she pleasured him, he pleasured her even more. He was the only man she had ever known that way and he made her feel like she floated above the earth on a cloud.
Lydia cupped her ample breasts and felt down between her thighs. She caressed the top of her fat juicy kittykat and felt the dewy wetness seeping from within. This was the time she needed her toys and she got up to go her bedroom to pull them out. Once she was in her bedroom, she reached under her pillow and pulled out her toys. She lay down on the bed with a big smile on her face as she turned on the one large one with the vibrating bulbous head. She used this one on her clit and sometimes on her nipples too. She also had a smaller, silicone one that she used to penetrate herself. She didn't need much of that. Just some massaging of the opening of her sweet pussy was all it took to bring her to an orgasmic state.
Lydia Mae liked the way the material of her gown felt on her nipples so she kept it on but she hiked up the gown up around her hips so that her kitty was exposed. She was hot, horny and ready to play. She closed her eyes and began to tease herself with the large toy buzzing it on her nipples.
Outside the house, Bobby Lee watched and waited. He set out when it was nice and dark then walked the two miles to Lydia
Mae's house. He sat behind the oak tree and watched until the lights went off in the living room before making his move. It was early, he thought. Only around nine o'clock in the evening. Probably not much to do than sleep anyway. She must liked to retire early.
Bobby Lee sneakily made his way towards the backyard of the house. He made sure the moonlight didn't silhoutte him against the side of the house, making it very easy for someone to spot him. Once he was in the backyard, he found an open window to the basement and made his way in.
Once he was in the house, he looked around. It was dark and he had to be careful not to bump into anything and make any loud noises. He inched his way towards a light he was sure led upstairs into the house. The steps up to the door looked to be brick and were pretty solid, which was good for him. No creaking stairs. The door opened slowly and silently. Bobby Lee found himself in a hallway next to the living room. He was wearing sneakers so he could be as quiet as possible. He heard the Christmas music playing on the radio and he smiled as he saw all of the presents under the tree. He'd check out the smaller ones and see the names on them. If they weren't kids' presents, smaller gifts meant jewelry or something valuable like that. They'd also be easier to carry than the larger ones. He softly stepped over to the tree and picked up a small gift.
