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or a just kissing behind the pub. The times he’d felt the crappiest he’d driven from town to unknown territory for some drinking and sex. Women he’d found good enough to bring back to a hotel room for a night, or even a few hours, of unromantic animalistic sexual release.
    It actually hadn’t been until he’s seen that woman in the parking lot of Harold’s not too long ago that his heart had skipped a few beats too fast, and his pants had felt too tight around his crotch. She’d had that something he couldn’t quite figure out, which was just fucking fantastic. For the first time in almost a decade an unknown woman in ridiculously high heels had clambered right into his life and he couldn’t shake her. Not even Marina had ever made such an impression on him. No other woman either, ever. Apart from that woman in the parking lot of Harold’s earlier he hadn’t felt hopeful in almost ten years.
    He couldn’t quite wipe her out of his mind. Sitting back into one of the chairs in the garage, an opened beer in his hand, and the Dodgers playing Atlanta Braves on the TV hanging on the wall, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. The way she had carried herself, and talked back to him. Her dark blonde curly hair, barely reaching her shoulders, and those breasts. He stopped his hand holding the cold beer bottle in midair while his mind replayed the way her hands had held them, cupped them underneath, as if she presented them to him. And him alone.
    He shook his head and grinned into the air before he placed the bottle to his lips and took a full swig of cold beer down his throat. Man had she looked good. Not that she would be interested in a man living at home with his mom at the age of thirty-eight, but a man can dream, can’t he? And he sure would tonight, he thought to himself and closed his eyes trying to erase the sudden memory, but the only thing flashing across his mind was the contour of her nipples he’d seen through her fabric, and what they would feel like rolling on his tongue. Hell, it was going to be one long night.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
                  “Alright, Nova. Baby girl, we have to eat. Mama’s gotta go into town with you to get the signal light fixed on the car. I don’t want to drive around knowing it’s not secure enough for my little munchkin… yeah, that’s you little cutie… munchkin.” She said playfully, as she placed spoon after spoon of apple sauce into her daughter’s mouth, loving every giggling sound that came out between her soft lips. Spitting not only laughter, but apple sauce right back on the table.
                  With diaper bag in hand and Nova gurgling cheerfully in her car seat, she backed out the car and turned down the dirt patched road leading from her new home and onto the main highway. A quick look over her shoulders made her notice something looking out of place. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it and decided to leave it for later. She had other things to worry about.
                  Being a smaller town, she’d gotten an address and business name of the best mechanic in the area, unless she wanted to drive the 20 miles into the big city, but since she decided to settle here, she’d better figure out how to live this small town life and interact with the community as much as possible. Probably wasn’t a good thing to cause angst with anyone, since the reputation would undoubtly spread like wildfire by morning.
                  Driving back into town took her passed Harold’s Groceries once again, and further down the road was a small café’, a gas station, a pub with the apt name of Moe’s Mind-blowing Mob, and even further down the road, before fields of green grass and tall trees took over again, was the only school in town attached to the local library. The last few houses of the small town became smaller and smaller in her rearview mirror,