Author's note... I'm aware that certain things are either impossible, or highly improbable at best. That said, this is obviously a work of fantasy and fiction. So, when certain concepts are introduced, it's simply that, a fantasy designed to make the tale more enjoyable for my readers. So, keep that in mind before jumping into the comments and stating the obvious. With that out of the way, I hope you enjoy this latest edition...
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I sat there thinking about that water out there. About all the mysteries it held. The abundance of food that it provides. I glanced over toward the west. The sun was still a couple of hours shy of setting.
I sat my tea down and went inside, heading to the bedroom. I was of a mind to fetch that bracelet and go over to the neighbors place and give this thing a good going over.
Elsie and May were in the kitchen fixing supper. Looked like fried porkchops and purplehull peas. Smelled like cornbread in the oven.
I looked the women over as I passed by. Elsie smiled at me. May just looked at me with a sullen cast on her face. I'd warned her about crossing Elsie. Now, she found out the hard way.
I for one, was staying out of it.
I went and got the bracelet. I arrived at her front door, looking around.Everything was neat and tidy. I knocked and was greeted by Mrs Fleming in shorts and what appeared to be a a mens tank top undershirt. It fit awful tight.
I struggled with all the might I could muster to not look at her tits. They were large, but not overly so. With no bra, they just kinda wiggled around under that shirt. Her nipples were awful proud.
She stepped back,
"Why, Mr. Flannery, please come in! What a pleasant surprise. I was just sitting down to a glass of wine."
I stepped in. I immediately was overcome with the wonder of the place. There were books neatly lined up on shelves. Things I'd never seen before sitting on other shelves.
What caught my eye was a big skull sitting on a base with a wood framed glass cover. It had huge fangs sticking out of it. I walked to it, studying it.
She saw my interest and went to it. Taking off the cover, she looked at me,
"That is a Smilodon, or Sabre Toothed cat. He was a big boy. I bet he weighed over 900 pounds in his prime. I found this one on a dig in South America."
She pulled out of her reflection,
"Oh, I'm so sorry! Where ever are my manners. Can I interest you in a glass of wine? A Chateau Lafite Rothschild, a 1904."
I had no idea what she had said. My only experience with wine of any kind came in the form of that made from scuppernongs or muscadines.
She saw my confusion and went and poured a glass for me. Then picked hers up, swirled it around and sniffed it.
I did the same thing and was surprised by the smells. Fruit. Spicy. Others that I couldn't find the words to describe.
She held her glass up.
"To friends. Old and new."
"Yes m'am. I'll agree to that."
She tapped my glass and sipped from it. I tried to do it like she did. I wasn't sure if I should stay put or run away. Mainly because I wasn't sure if I was being poisoned or not.
It was good. Damned good, in fact. I just never tasted anything like it before. I took another sip. Then another.
"Here, let's sit down."
She gestured at a couch. I picked a spot and planted myself.
"So, Mr Flannery, what brings you to my humble abode this evening. I'm certain it wasn't for, well..."
I remembered the bracelet and fished it out of my pocket, trying not to spill my drink in the process. I held it out to her. Her eyes lit up.
"Oh my, but yes, how foolish of me, but I surely forgot about that."
Then her eyes took on a sad hue that confused me even more. Then that thing she said, she was certain it wasn't for, something. I don't know.
She took the bracelet from me, and I took another drink, finding if I held it in my mouth, it had different flavors. Interesting. I also took advantage of her distraction to look her over.
Despite her age lines, which really took nothing away from her, she was attractive in many ways. I looked at her ass in her tight fitting shorts. It filled that material out quite nicely. Her tits moved and swayed under that threadbare shirt. Her nipples fighting to break out. She held it up to the light. Got out a magnifying glass and studied it carefully.
I drained my glass, savoring the flavor, lost in this older woman's matured, aged beauty. I was wondering if she had a suitor that came to call. I hadn't noticed anything that would account for a male presence. I guess men around here figured she was too old. Little did they know of the pleasures such a woman can offer.
I didn't notice that she had stopped studying the bracelet and was looking at me. Her deep green eyes had taken on that look again. Something in them spoke of raw hunger, desire, maybe something else.
"Are you OK, Mr Flannery? You appear...Uncomfortable, perhaps."
Her voice was full, with a slight raspy quality to it that just...
"Uh, yes m'am, I was just, um, thinking."
"Oh? About what? If I might be so bold to pry."
"Oh, yes m'am, I was just thinking about how you lo..."
What the hell was wrong with me? Suddenly I couldn't talk like someone that had a lick of sense. My pecker was hard as a hickory axe handle.
"How I what?"
I stood up. That was a bad idea. My pecker was on display under the light weight cloth of my loose fitting suit pants. And she saw it.
"Oh my goodness, child, whatever has got into you?"
"Well, m'am, thank you for the delicious wine, but, I need to go."
"What about the artifact?"
"The what?"
"The piece you brought with you."
"Uh, I'll come pick it up later."
"Are you sure you're ok? Is there anything I can do to help? Just anything at all. You need only tell me what I can do. I'll be happy to do it for you."
I looked at her again, embarrassed. My eyes strayed to her tits again. I saw her smile a little as she pulled that shirt up over her head. Tossing it on the couch.
"There, now you can see them without that pesky shirt hiding them."
She shook them around a bit,