Medlar on 8/1/2018 at 12:37
I would like to be able to write as well as you Tocky, but my excuse is that I have an engineers attitude to creative writing, just can't do it. You had an interesting early life and it makes for great reading.
Tocky on 8/1/2018 at 22:28
Medlar! Great to hear from you even if you won't write me a first kiss story from an engineering perspective.
Medlar on 9/1/2018 at 12:28
Just a nuts and bolts and press specification :erg:
Tocky on 10/1/2018 at 02:34
She leaned the fifteen degrees until the apex of her mammary made contact with his prominent pectoral. At that chronological juncture a PSI of .6 was applied by her mouthal region in agreement with Newtons third law to his corresponding region. After a suitable orbit of tongues the tensile strength of saliva was found to be within acceptable range. Ah sucrose love.
Nuts and bolts (with washer) aside I think I would like to hear a story of engineering love.
May you have an interesting life is a Chinese curse. Being stupid makes things interesting. On that note I'll tell of another time I got to examine a gun barrel.
Me and Elliott were hanging out on the square in Pontotoc talking to a couple guys we had just met and looking for something to break the boredom when a Suburban full of guys shouting "fuck you" or something equally brilliant sped past flipping us off. There were half again as many of them as us but we weren't about to let that slide. Oh no. What was life if not to be spent cheaply and foolishly on a whim. Besides the two of us were always one upping each other on the bravery bit.
We followed them to a sand pit and stopped at the entrance. He turned to me and said "do you think it's a trap?" Prudent thinking but I wasn't having any. No way was I ever going to let this guy out balls me. "Nah. Lets do it." So we drove on in. The second car with our two new companions waited at the entrance... wisely so.
The Suburban waited near a shack at the heart of the pit and we had no more pulled alongside when a man stepped out from behind the shed and fired one round from a pump shotgun into the air, jacks in another round and levels it at our no doubt startled faces. Many is the time I wish I had a snapshot of such things.
Elliot floored it spinning a rooster tail of sand and cutting a donut in our bid for escape. Once pointed in the right direction we saw our good buddies peal away and two other cars take their place one to block the entrance and the other pulled along side disgorging others with guns. I saw Elliotts hand slowly reaching beneath the seat where he sometimes kept a single shot sawed off twelve gauge cut down like a pistol. Old Betsy was a crowd pleaser with a six inch barrel and a pattern disbursement like a grenade. It wasn't there. God only knows what would have happened if it were. I was looking at him and shaking my head like he was insane for thinking it anyway.
To my window came a little old lady spitting curse words like a drunken whore and holding a 38 in a shaky tightfisted grip. I remember her knuckles white and the palsy of anger in her whole body and thinking just one small squeeze, just one emphasis too heartfelt in her curses and that trigger will click home. That black hole at the tip of that gun will be the last thing I see. All pretense of bravery fled as I slunk lower in my seat.
All was chaos. Our doors were opened. Much threats of mutilation and what would become of our corpses. Redneck pandemonium. Out of this came a girl our own age yelling to be heard over the rage. "It's not them! It's not them!" Turns out she went to school with Elliott. We gathered through her explanation some of their kin had been beaten badly the night before by guys parked just where we had on the square. The others wanted so badly to believe we were the ones even knowing better that we left like our asses were on fire as soon as the way opened. Even so one guy threw a tire iron which hit the rear of the car. Elliott cursed but he did not slow down.
Ah bravery... that bird had flown.
Tocky on 11/1/2018 at 05:39
Let's knock out the last few girls before I went out with my wife. That's the best story.
After Belinda my friends kept trying to hook me up with girls they knew. Dit set me up on a date with a girl who had seen me out drinking with him and wanted to know me. I took her to see Eli which was a local band that I thought should have made it into the big time. We danced a lot and a girl came over that I knew who asked me to dance. I thought that was kind of rude so I told her I was on a date with who I wanted to dance with. That got me in aces with the one and burnt the bridge of the other but that was fine.
We left about midnight and I continued pretending I was a gentleman by opening her door. When I got in the car I turned to say something to her but I couldn't get it out past her lips. That was a nice surprise for me. It was a hungry kiss. The best kind. I sort of wanted to be a gentleman so I took her home. She may have wanted me to be a devil and take her somewhere secluded but here is the thing: I'm shallow. She was a foot taller than me and I just could not see it going much farther. I didn't want to just use her. Maybe I was a gentleman of sorts. But maybe she wanted to be used for all I know. We kissed a long time in her parents driveway.
No. That's a lie. I was no part of a gentleman because I would have called later and let her know if I were. I might have even gotten over the height thing and found out how great she was. As it was Dit told me every time she asked about me after. I should have called. That was wrong and I'm a dick. Lets not get too Smeagol though. I'm sure I wasn't too hard to get over. Lots did it damned quick.
The next date set up was done by Scott's girlfriend Paige who is a friend of mine and cuts my hair to this day despite being flung out of our house by my wife by hers (that's another story). She wanted me to go out with Denise whose brother Rick I already knew. Sure. I should have gone slow but we wound up at a hotel.
We gave it a good try. It lasted over a month. Maybe two. Thing is we were not that compatible in the bedroom. She only seemed to like vanilla and I could eat peach for hours. There were a lot of disagreements. When we argued over something at a party she stormed off saying we were over and I guess she thought better of it and came back but by that time her "friend" had her arms around me and she stormed off again. That was a bad ending. Although we argued a lot she deserved better. I found out the friend was under age and fled. No more teens. Yeah, I was a dick in this relationship too.
Then my buddy Richard set me up with his cousin Linda only he didn't tell me that was what he was doing. What he did was bring me along for a visit. Or possibly toss me like a wounded mouse to a cat. I had no idea that was the first day her divorce was final. We sat on the porch steps smoking herb and talking and she kept doing that touching thing girls do when they like you. Oh ha ha that's so true *hand on thigh*. After a while the hand stayed there and it was getting late so Richard said he had to go and I was halfway up when she said she could take me home. I don't think his tail lights were gone before we were on each other.
She was pretty damn great. There was nothing incompatible about us at all. She was twenty seven and my most experienced and certainly up there with the most enthusiastic. She taught me things. Wondrous things. She had a tattoo of a butterfly but not where Steve McQueen did in Papillon. Hers was alighting on a bush. I loved that butterfly. I didn't love her but that was okay. She didn't love me either.
We had a lot in common. Our tastes in music were almost dead on. We liked the same movies. She was always delighted every time I came over and I came over a lot. I used to have a picture of her looking out her door at me with that smile. And she loved to do acid and have sex. It heightened sensation and lord you could come forever. Have I been too honest this time? TMI? Well we were honest with each other too. We knew it wouldn't last forever. I don't know why we didn't love each other. By all rights we should have. I liked her a lot though. I think we lasted six months and maybe a few last times beyond. It was easy and free till the end when I just did not show up again. I wonder did she look for me long past the final time.
Tocky on 13/1/2018 at 03:00
It was nice of my friends to try to help but I think some things are best done on your own. It wasn't like I was whining boo hoo I'll never find "the one". I did sort of feel that way though. I felt something was wrong with me for not finding one who wanted me for more than a few months and also for not wanting good girls who took things slow. Being me I wondered was it not that I had failed in the sack somehow. I vowed to use everything I had the next time a girl allowed me the pleasure of her company.
We had known each other at work for a couple of years. All of us in shipping sat together at lunch and talked. She thought I was an arrogant asshole (imagine that) and I thought she was a beautiful woman who picked actual assholes instead of great fun loving guys like me. I figured she always would and I had no interest in that type. There is a type which dooms themselves to misery and I was convinced she was that. Her stories of her marriage (mostly told to her friend and work partner) were awful. I tried to give advice. Get away from that shithole in human form mostly. Normally I wouldn't interfere in a marriage but this guy was a horror story.
She did divorce him but not because of anything I said. Let's just say when a shotgun is held to your head then goodbye is just superfluous for most folks. I didn't rush in and try to fill any gap. I had my own worries. She wasn't my type. I figured she would just date some other asshole now. She did date other guys and spoke of them at times but I didn't pay much attention. I just did my job and cracked jokes to alleviate the mindlessness of it.
Then one day we were both sitting on a sort table talking about what we planned to do that weekend. She mentioned she wanted to see a movie but didn't want to go alone. I noticed we were sitting with our thighs touching though the whole table was open. Just recently Dit had admonished me for not picking up on an obvious come on. A girl had asked me what I was doing after the party and I blathered on like an idiot instead of picking up on it. Well not this time. No sir. This time I was on my game. This time I was certain. I asked her out. She said she would have to think about it. Huh? Okaaaaaay. Wrong again then dumbass.
I was embarrassed I had asked. I was going to tell her I was mistaken and no hard feelings and we were still friends. Something made me say "think it over" and "no pressure either way". I worked the rest of the day trying not to think about what a fool I was. She came up to me and said she couldn't afford any complications at work. I said that was perfectly understandable and that I didn't want any either so not to worry. I was going to say the bit about no hard feelings and we were still friends then because I was certain the next words were going to be no. "Yes". Huh? Well alright then. Don't worry, no matter how it goes, even if I lose a limb, I won't say a word about it at work. Our secret.
Well okay. So she is ashamed of me and we are being sneaky, understandable since she is so good looking and I'm... hold up, I've been wrong at every turn so just chill (I don't say that aloud). I get directions to her home and we part with a smile and I'm still Mr. easy breezy. I'm not though. I'm nervous as hell. I go to see Legitt to get some smoke in case she wants to and while I'm talking to him I'm saying what if it works out and what if we get together and what if we get married and what if we have kids and I'm almost having a panic attack. Slow down he tells me. The likelihood of any of that happening is incalculable, just go on your date. Right. That's silly. I've never been like this before. Nothing is going to happen. So I put a quilt in the trunk just in case something happens.
I go pick her up and as beautiful as she is at work she has managed to make herself even more so. On the way she is fidgeting so I ask if she is nervous. She told me later she thought I was an ass for that but then I said I was too so she forgave me immediately. I forget all my inner turmoil never shows on my face. I've been told I have a face for poker. I assume they meant cards. They may have meant a fireplace poker. We get some wine for later. Inglenooks Chenin Blank. I know because I still have the bottle.
So we go to see Monty Python's The Meaning of Life at the Hoka. The guy who owns the place is a friend. You have to admit it's a strange first date movie though. She was thinking I was a bit strange for picking it but there are some funny bits we both laughed at. I realize then I haven't offered to get her any drink or popcorn so I go load up at the concession stand and pop my head in the projector room to say hey to Ron who is burning a J. He always is. On the way to our seat I realize I've not kissed her yet. I recalled how Cheryl had clacked teeth with me because I had waited so long. I put all the drinks and Raisinets and popcorn in an empty seat and sneak up behind her. I place my hands over her eyes and say "guess who?" and when she turns to see I kiss her. I got lost in it. Could have been ten seconds or ten minutes. It was a great first kiss. She said she fell for me right then. I fell a bit later. Literally.
More to come....
Tocky on 13/1/2018 at 23:19
After the show I asked did she want to go shoot some pool or bowl or eat or maybe go lay at the end of the runway with the wine and watch planes take off just over our heads. The airplane thing sounded kind of fun. My girl. When we pulled up to the top of airport hill I opened the trunk and took out the quilt. She eyed me suspiciously. You keep a quilt in your trunk? Did you put it there for me? What? No, of course not, I just keep one in my trunk for like sitting on the beach and stuff. I'm no fool.
The whole runway is on an uphill grade until it reaches Molly Barr road and can't be seen so you have to know where it is and pull over at that point. It's a steep climb but we held hands and made it. We stretched out the quilt opened the wine and talked of our lives. For every good memory I had she had a bad one. Oh she didn't whine. She was tough and fierce. But it made me protective. I couldn't express that because she would have never allowed anyone to feel sorry for her. It was a beautiful moonlit night and she was beautiful in it. Dark hair and eyes with arched brows like Cleopatra, her skin of cinnamon, her nose so small one had hardly to tilt to kiss her. We kissed. Things happened. Things happened for hours. She kept saying she couldn't believe this was the guy from work. Since she thought the guy from work was an ass that was a good thing.
A good first impression is important. I showed out. I spent every ounce of energy I had keeping her eyes rolled back. I was beyond spent. Just stupid dizzy frazzled. I don't think we drank much wine at all. If a whole fleet of planes flew over we didn't know it. We gathered our things and made our way to the brink of the hill. On the way down I told her to be careful where she stepped because there was loose sand. As if on cue I slipped and slid down the hill head first. I always say I fell head over heels for her that night and it's true.
We went back to her place. We had work the next day but we weren't done with the night. However the next morning found me red eyed in rumpled grass stained clothes. The same clothes from the day before. How did we expect her friend wouldn't be able to figure that out? I think we must have been addled. At any rate we all went to eat at Pizza Hut come lunch and there was some ribbing and knowing winks. So much for keeping things on the down low.
When time for the check came I reached for my wallet. It wasn't there. Oh crap. I knew where it was. I said for them to hang out a bit while I got something. On airport hill I found it where I thought I would, it was in the middle of a flattened patch of grass much larger than I would have figured. I knew we had rolled off the quilt a few times but you could set a house down in this. When I got back the ribbing was double. So where did you find your wallet? I looked at Rena and she was grinning. I guess secrecy wasn't so important anymore.
I went home only to get clothes and come back. The next evening I stood at her door looking out. It felt like a turning point in my life, like a fork in the road where you might mourn the one not taken. She came up to put her arms around me from behind and asked me what was wrong. I should leave but I don't want to. I've been here all weekend. She snuggled her face against my back and told me not to go. All thoughts of mourning another path left me. We have been together thirty four years now. We are still on our first date.
Tocky on 14/1/2018 at 18:39
Don't think things have always been perfect between my wife and I. Not that I'm going to tell the whole story but if you take on a woman who has been abused you will pay for it. Good men pay for bad. In my case I think it was well worth it but there were times even long after there shouldn't have been that I felt like giving up. The damage men do is awful. Quite frankly it makes me want to just beat the hell out of them. But I couldn't do that. I had learned that just wasn't the way and anytime I forgot she would tell me she didn't want that to happen and please if I loved her don't. So I mostly didn't.
I wanted to beat her ex most of all though. I came close the first time I met him. I don't think she knows how close. He made fun of her laugh. Yeah it's a funny laugh, it makes me want to hear it over and over, it makes me want to cause her to laugh as much as I can. I guess you never had that problem. She stepped in at that point. We had to deal with him because Danny was his biological son. He is my son though. I raised him while the biological continued being a drunken lazy worthless druggie bum. While I took my wife and son to see his mother on her deathbed he was at her house stealing everything including her checkbook which he used to write bad checks on her. I still wonder if it wasn't a mistake not to sneak off and beat his ass on the sly one good time. I'll never know now. He died of cirrhosis of the liver one Christmas eve. The bastard even found a way to screw up Christmas.
Her biological father wasn't much better. When I told her of my wonderful Christmases as a kid getting everything I wanted she told me how one Christmas her dad had found an old saddle and told her if she polished it well he would get her a horse. She did. She worked real hard on it and got it looking good. Then he sold it and went whoring and drinking and bought his family nothing for the holiday. I wished so much I could have gotten that little wounded child everything she wanted. Not to break my arm patting myself on the back but I sold my prized GTO convertible one year to give my family a better Christmas.
I shouldn't be telling this stuff. Anyway life is never perfect. I don't think any relationship is either. And can you imagine living with me? But mostly we were happy and I think we have shaken free of most of the bad stuff and life is on an even keel now. She didn't always appreciate me as much as she does now. I mean, something really is wrong with me even if I can't figure out what it is. But still somehow I manage to attract women to me somehow sometimes and that is never a good thing.
After Scott had gone to prison for knifing that guy to death Paige was left adrift and hooked up with an asshole. I had gone along with Scott on one of his fights as backup to keep others from jumping in but thank Judas I wasn't there for his knife fight. My brother told me how awful it was. At any rate Paige was a good friend and my wife and I visited her from time to time. On one occasion she had a black eye. That kind of thing triggers me real bad but I let the girls talk things over and stay out of it. But then the dick comes in and sits down across from me. All the while talk is going on I'm just silent stewing. I finally get up and walk over to him and tell him if I ever see her with another black eye he will have two. That sort of stifled conversation and he gets mad and just leaves. Oops I've done it again.
Cut to a few months later and she has left him. Good for her. She could do way better. She is just a damned good looking blue eyed blond and if she hadn't been going with a friend of mine (Scott) when I met her then I might have made a move. I liked her dad who is head of the art department at Ole Miss and with whom I share a lot. We might have been more than friends then but now I'm married so what happened next was out of the blue to me.
She came to our house and we are all sitting talking and she asks me am I happy. Well yeah, sure. But am I really happy? I'm confused but my wife isn't. Her radar has sent up all antennas and she is manning battle stations. Paige keeps flirting. She came between me and the coffee table and drops her bandanna so she bends to pick it up sticking her ass right in my face. I thought for sure Rena was going to catch fire. She stays cool. But when Paige makes some excuse to lie on the floor and she does it with her legs bent and open toward me she goes off. She grabs her by the hair of her head and drags her to the door flinging her out saying "bitch don't you ever come to my house again".
Scott got out in six and she went back to him like everybody but her figured would happen and we are all friends now. I see way more of her than him because she cuts my hair but everybody is cool now. She really is a good person. I just think she mistook my concern for her. Anyway I caught hell for that. I'm not perfect (LOL no) but I thought I was innocent on that one. At any rate I thought I would explain what I mentioned earlier about Paige being flung out of the house.
Damn I'm just scattershot on my stories now. I'll try to do better next time. Any requests?
Harvester on 14/1/2018 at 21:37
Try to do better? Your stories are awesome, I've read every one of them with great interest. I also really relate to the last bit about living with a woman who's been through a lot and wanting to fix things for her. I even recognize the feeling of wanting to have met her earlier so you could've spared her from some of the awful things she's had to go through.
Tocky on 15/1/2018 at 05:46
I think I needed her. I needed somebody I could be a hero for. You get it in spades though. Abuse affects in long reaching ways. You might think being the victim of violence would make a woman less prone to anger and violence but that's not how that works. The urge to strike out is strong. But only by it meeting no resistance does it go away. You can't even hold them down and explain you are never going to hit them back though you could. Everything will be tested. You just have to be steadfast. My life before her sort of built me to be who she needed. The universe unfolds as it should sometimes.
I often let the pictures flip through on my computer screen saver and watch our life pass. We are smiling in most all of them. Genuine smiles. The bad times never lasted. They blew over like a summer storm. The worst was after our son graduated. We became a bit alienated then. She was depressed and I didn't think that was fair because we still had a daughter at home and she was entering her teen years. Sometimes you have to redouble efforts before they pay off. I think what helped us most was going on small vacations together several times a year. It recharged emotions and as long as there are those you are golden.
This then is the story of a small vacation you will not believe. I don't mean it's hard to believe. I mean you won't believe. Nobody does. It's always passed off as a lucid dream. Maybe it is. There are aspects which aren't and no way could they be but others, if you consider possibilities, can be explained. This will make everything I've said before suspect but it's just plain fact the same as the other. You can't pick and choose when it's what you have lived, this was real and that was not. It's either all real or none of it is. It's what happened. But you see what you think.
We had come from Pall Mall, Tennessee. Sergeant York's home to be specific. He was a fascinating bastard and part of me resonates with his not wanting to kill. He was really good at it though. Anyway, we stopped by Highland Manor winery on the way out of town and picked up some wine that was really good. We always stop at wineries and Tennessee rarely lets us down. After a winding mountain road we spent the evening in Knoxville and stopped by to see some famous cabins like the one in the series Daniel Boone with Fess Parker that I grew up on as a boy.
None of that means a lick but we came into Gatlinburg late because of it. We had pulled up to hotels all along the Pigeon river and been told there were no vacancies before reaching the next to last one. The Riverhouse Motor Lodge. A young fellow behind the desk had told me there were no rooms available there either but as I turned away he said there was one. He was hesitating and looking at the board with one key on it and said "well... I guess it will be okay." I jumped on it. Heck yeah I'll take it. The room was seventies decor with lime green carpet, teak paneling, and old fake paintings like you would get with greenstamps but it was more spacious than most luxury hotels and the fireplace huge. Our room had twin queen beds and we chose the one closest the fire which we built right away because it was early November in the mountains.
We sat on the balcony eating deli sandwiches and feeding trout in the Pigeon river with bread scraps. We sipped the wine and took in the beauty of nature and folks I recommend the Smokies for that. Renz can tell you that is a beautiful place. We tossed crumbs to the river trout from our second floor private balcony but kept being bothered by squirrels and redbirds so we left them some crumbs and cheese on the railing and went back inside to sit on the huge hearth before the fire. It was cold outside but the hearth large and its stones warm on our skin. I'm sure it was made for what we did there.
We took the next tryst to the bed and fed each other cheese with copious wine between rounds. Eventually we were sated and sotted enough to drift off in bliss. I felt as if I had been to sleep only a short while, if at all, when I felt the bed behind me sink and her cold body press against my back. Her nipples were like two chilled nickels. Despite the great sex I felt it was rude to come from the balcony so cold and snuggle against me like that. What was she doing out there anyway? I was going to complain when I suddenly realized Rena was spooned warm to my front.
Holy fuck I woke up fully then. I sat up looking in every corner and crevice. That DID NOT feel like a dream. I could still feel the fading cold of those nipples and it made me shiver. I looked at the rumpled covers next to me but there was nothing there. I thought back to the bed sinking and the tug of covers exactly as if someone had pulled them over themselves. Rena was dead asleep. I was wide awake and would be for over a half hour. But what can you do in the dead of night staring at shadows and creeped the hell out but slide back where you were and attempt sleep? After a few more darting eyes at nothing just in case I did eventually go back to sleep.
I've told that part before on the forums. That can be explained by lucid dream or excess carbon monoxide from the fire or something. But I didn't tell this part. About an hour later I woke up shivering. I looked around. There were no covers. None. We were still in our naked spoon never having moved but there was not a stitch atop us, no sheet, no blanket, no comforter. I looked on my side of the bed. Nothing. I looked on her side. Nothing. I couldn't have woken in a Kansas corn field and felt more strange. They had to be somewhere.
I turned on the bedside light. Nothing. I got up and looked around the room. Nothing. I went into the bathroom thinking maybe Rena got up and in her sleep dragged them there. No. I looked in the fireplace. Just the logs burning down. I looked on the balcony. Nothing. Not even over the rail unless she had reached the river with them and they floated on down it. I went back to the bathroom and looked in the shower. I looked in the cabinet that held the firewood. What the hell? They had to be somewhere. I was going to give up and take the covers off the other bed when I saw them peeking out from under the foot of the bed. Not much mind you as they had been tucked under nearly out of sight.
I remade the bed and crawled back in. This shit was creeping me out. I thought about the covers being slowly pulled off and tucked under the bed while I slept. I didn't know what to think. What would you think? Would you be all sane logic at one in the morning? I wanted to talk to Rena but she was dead zonked out and never moved during any of this. Hadn't all night. That kind of worried me too but she was breathing okay so I just spooned against her back again and waited for sleep. Eventually I did.
About an hour later I woke up shivering again. No covers. What? Just in case I didn't believe the shit the first time it happened again? Yes. There they were tucked under the end of the bed. I got up bone cold naked and stoked the fire to a roar. I stood there warming. Am I going to have to stay up all night? Oh god what if I woke up to the covers slowly sliding off? I said aloud "okay, I appreciate you are lonely, but I have to get some sleep". I went over and tucked the cover well, military corners and everything. Then I held them open just enough to slide in. I slept till morning. The covers stayed on.
I told Rena about it when she woke up. She was fascinated. Oh it was funny in daylight too. We both got a kick out of it. I took a picture of her grinning on the "ghost bed". I was still a little shaken and laughed it off thinking how scared I was in the night. How silly it was now. Rena called down to get breakfast sent up. They told her nobody was in room 147. Yes there is. We are. It was the last room available. No. That room is closed. Look we are in it so I know it isn't. Just send up our food. As she hung up the phone she went dee dee dee dee like Twilight Zone.
I'm sure it can all be explained but it didn't feel like it when it happened. I wish we could stay there again but Riverhouse was one of those that burned during the wildfire that swept through.