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their knee and spanked her ass until she understood that letting go would change her world? She had plenty of ass to spank. I smiled at the thought of watching it jiggle. I'd pay to see her reaction to that. Would she demand to be let go or release her inner demons and enjoy herself for the first time in her life?
    "I was hoping we could meet to discuss what I'd like done. I've got a few things I'd like to do, fix up an older home, and there's a lot of things I'd like to remove from the residence. I don't know if we should treat it as one large job or a couple of smaller jobs. I'd need to hear your thoughts and an estimate. I really have no clue what kind of time or materials would be involved. Would you be available to grab breakfast tomorrow, say around eight? There's a diner on the main drag, we could meet there." The lady talked fast, barely taking time to breathe. She knew what she wanted, just not how she wanted it done.  
    "Sure, I can meet you there." I kept my cool. No need to jump to conclusions. She might not like my price.  
    "Great, I'll see you then." No good-bye, no niceties, just quick and to the point. If all of our conversations went that well, I wouldn't complain. I had no interest in getting to know her any better.  
    The first thing I did was call my father to thank him for recommending me. I talked to him earlier, but I wanted to get his read on the lady. Should I push for a higher price? She obviously could afford it...or did he want me to cut her a break?  
    Kicking back with a beer, I turned on an old movie. Not much more going on tonight. I'd go out later in the week and catch some tail. Maybe head down to the casinos and try my luck with the cocktail waitresses. They were always a hoot, and could usually score a room at the casino cheap. For a night or two, I'd feel like a king, and there were no strings attached when you lived in another town.  
    I must have nodded off, because when I woke up the movie was over. I stood and stretched. My belly grumbled, ready for some food. I went to check the fridge. I didn't realize how sparse my pickings were lately. It was time to stock up. Now that I had more money coming in, it shouldn't be a problem.  
    Peanut butter spread across a stack of saltines was what I settled for. It hit the spot for the time being. A big steak would have been better, but lately, I'd been buying whatever was on sale. I pinched pennies, and as long as I got enough protein, it all worked out. With prices soaring, my food budget didn't stretch as far as it used to.  
    I climbed into bed not long after filling my stomach and pulled the covers tight. A minute later, I was already kicking them off. It was too stuffy to bundle up. Nights were hit and miss, chilly one night, warm the next. Summer was on the way.  
    A picture I didn't expect rushed through my brain. Barbara's big ass naked and spread across my lap. With each spank, it shook and jiggled like jelly. What surprised me more was when my dick responded. Eh, it's all good if it meant I'd get a good night’s sleep. I stroked my cock a few times and ended with a grunt. I rolled over and fell asleep in no time.  

CHAPTER EIGHT

    On weekdays the diner was busy, well, busier than on weekends. Settling into one of the two empty booths at 7:30, I wanted to slap myself for being so nervous. I had no reason to fret. I could hold my own during boardroom meetings, for heaven’s sake! For me, interviews were a piece of cake. I could sit comfortably on any side of the fence. I was always doing just fine. So what was wrong with me? Ryder Bishop, that's what was wrong with me.
    Had it been anyone else, I would have asked that person to come to my house after my office hours. It would have been a logical choice. What better place to talk about a job than the job site? But no, I needed some sort of neutral ground for a first meeting. I tried to convince myself it was a rational choice because I wanted a few more days before the Bishops