what?”
“Lip, because I’m an
outsider.”
“That wasn’t the reason
I said it.” He looked genuinely hurt. “Actually, I was thinking you are too
nice to be from here.”
“You were?” Marti
asked. “I’m sorry I spoiled it for you.”
“You’re pretty, too.”
“Wow, are you the sweet
talker!” Marti was flattered, even though she wasn’t sure he meant it. A
virgin she may be, but she wasn’t innocent to the things a man would say to
lure a lady to come home with him. “So how did you escape marriage for so
long, Parker the lineman?”
“Just lucky, I guess.”
He laughed.
“I bet you have plenty
of girlfriends, though?”
“Oh, yeah! All over
town.” He smiled uneasily. “One for every day of the week, ‘cept Sunday.” He
knuckled a day’s growth of dark beard.
“What happens Sundays?”
“God rests!” He
laughed heartily at his joke.
“I guess I asked for
that.” And since he was enjoying it so much, she laughed along with him.
With that, Parker
drained the last half of his beer. “I guess I’d better go.” He gave a two
finger salute.
“Well, good to have met
you, Parker the lineman.”
“We’ll meet up again,
Doc. You can count on that.” He then turned and walked away. He gathered his
red hardhat down the bar, plopped it on his head, and kept moving.
Marti wondered how he
could be so sure of that, and watched him go. He certainly had a nice ass in
those Levis, she mused, and she turned back to her beer. One more glance just
before he reached the door, confirmed it… Yeah, with his gentle nature and
rugged good looks, there was no doubt in her mind now that he was a possible
candidate for her first, if the opportunity should present itself. Now that
she had that sitting on her mind, how could she ever think of anything else?
This prompted her to push the near full beer aside and leave as well.
Back at the hotel,
Marti thought of jumping into a hot shower, giving release to the overwhelming
desire that had been steadily building in her since Hannity’s, but she
resisted. Instead, she let her hair down, changed into a casual beige pleated
skirt, white ruffled blouse and blue sport jacket, then left for her
appointment with Gloria.
Parker Thomas, the man
wouldn’t leave her thoughts. Just for kicks, she mentally undressed him…
blushing, she re-clothed him immediately. But at least now he was cleaned up
and fresh shaven. He still had on blue jeans, because she liked the way his butt
looked in them. And since she couldn’t decide on a shirt that did him justice,
at least the way she imagined he looked under that loose fitting work shirt…
she left him bare… great abs. She savored that until a horn honked… and she
realized where she was… in the middle of an intersection… cars braking to avoid
hitting her. “Yikes!” She scurried across, vowing to put the boy doll away
for a later time… one less potentially hazardous. That’s why, she figured,
people did most of their dreaming while in bed… it didn’t require conscious
thought, as well.
CHAPTER
SIX
At Spencer House there
were three work shifts for nurses, as opposed to most hospitals, that have only
two. The morning shift was from 8 am to 4 pm, and that would be Martina’s
schedule for the first four weeks, as it was with all new hires for orientation
purposes, starting Monday. After that, she was told, anything could happen,
depending on the need and shifts available. Marti, however, was okay with that
and actually preferred the less desirable swing and graveyard shifts, because
things were always less hectic after visitors hours. It was the five day delay
before starting that concerned her now. She didn’t handle days off well and
actually preferred to be at work. But, as she was told, the signature uniforms
she was measured for wouldn’t arrive before then anyway. And it would give her
time to see