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It was not how I'd envisioned things going in my life. Tangled up with a girl who'd spent half her life living in an trailer park alongside I-20. It wasn't what I'd pictured. Growing up I wasn't a jock. And I wasn't class president. But I did alright in high school. I went to college. It was local, state school. But that's more than most people I knew. I didn't expect to set the world on fire. But I expected something more.
But there I was. Twenty-five years old. Living in goddamn Red Bank, South Carolina. Three hundred miles from family and friends. They called me an "engineer," but mostly I just sat behind a desk watching a bunch of rednecks and poor black kids work an assembly line. And I got to take the shit from management if they fell behind. Who else could they blame? It's not like the people working for $10 an hour gave much of a shit. The only thing they cared about was smoke breaks and clocking overtime. And Nadine.
It was hard not to no give a shit about Nadine. She made it damn near impossible. In a factory full of men she stood out like a fucking sore thumb. Every time she ventured out from the office it's like the whole world stopped. Clicking her heels. Wagging her ass across the floor. Her entire wardrobe seemed to consist of nothing but skinny jeans, short skirts and thin, pullover tops. And always with the high heels. It was hardly the type of clothes that belonged in an office--much less an assembly plant. But it's lot like anyone was complaining. Old Bill up in the office hadn't exactly hired her for her typing skills. One got the feeling he didn't have much other opportunity to be in the presence of beautiful women. Or any woman that he wasn't paying for their time.
Nadine could have had any guy in the building. So it's hard to say why she chose me. Maybe because I didn't stare. Because I didn't show up at her desk 15 times a day asking for help with the copier, unlike every other guy in my position. All of them completely incapable of concealing their lust. Maybe she thought I was a good guy. Or maybe she was just confused by someone who didn't chase her all the time. She started going out of her way to say hello to me. Leaning over my desk with her tits about to spill out.
I didn't know how to respond. I felt like most of my jokes went over her head. All of our interactions were just awkward We didn't have anything in common. The ring on her finger told me it wouldn't matter much if we did. But she kept on coming. Every time I stepped out of the plant she was sitting there smoking. Just waiting to talk to me.
I'd never fucked around with someone's wife. I'd never fucked around period. I had one girlfriend through high school and college. When things ended and she got hitched I left town as soon as I found a higher paying job. Not the best move of my life.
Inexperience aside, I got the feeling Nadine was there for the taking. She wasn't exactly subtle about it. We might start off talking about the weather, but every conversation eventually ended with her hand on my arm smiling and going on about how it was so good to meet a "smart" guy and there was nobody else like me in Red Bank.
I always went home conflicted. There was no chance for anything real with Nadine. Then again, there weren't exactly a lot of other ladies in town. Maybe I should pursue her. Be happy just for the sex. I didn't know if I should make a move.
Turns out, I didn't have to. Walking out one day I spotted her in the copy room. She was on her tip toes reaching for the top shelf. Her little denim skirt was riding up so high I could see the lace on her panties. Nadine turned her head and asked for a hand. I reached for the box she was after. I turned around to find the door closed.. She leaned it. Kissed me. Twenty minutes later we were banging like high school kids in the back of her car.
It didn't stop there. She went home with me that night. She didn't mention anything at work the next day. Didn't act like anything had happened. But a few days later she turned up at my place. And a few days after that. It was sneaky like that at first. But after a few weeks it got to be pretty open. She was batting her eyes at me all the time. We'd go off together for lunch and just fuck.
I probably should have worried about things getting out. But she had me wrapped around her finger. It wasn't just the sex. I found myself falling pretty hard for her. I didn't even know why. We never really talked. Still didn't have much in common. I was just confused about things.
Maybe that's why I never thought about her husband. Of course we was bound to find out. Secrets don't exist in a small town. It would have made sense for him to get pissed. Maybe start a fight. Get a divorce. Even slap her around a bit. Those things would have made sense.
But that wasn't enough for Charlie Ray.
Charlie Ray decided to do something more. He didn't want to believe things. He wanted to catch us in the act. And so he hid out. Maybe he was in the bushes. Or just sitting in a car up the street. All I know is I'm fucking his wife on my living room floor. And the door swings open. And there stands that pudgy bearded hick. Muscles bulging in his flannel shirt. Nostrils flaring. His face as red as his thinning hair. And holding a goddamn axe.
I would have expected a gun. But rednecks aren't all that bright. He just stood there staring. I stood looking back. Buck naked. Right next to his wife.
It went pretty quick. He charged. I sidestepped. The axe slid out of his sweaty hand and stuck in the wall. Charlie stumbled and I gave him a shove. I thought about doing more. Then I grabbed my pants and ran.
I remember the sound of Nadine screaming. At me? At him? I have no idea. I didn't slow down. I got in my car and didn't come back to town for three days.
When I got back, Nadine wasn't at work. But that didn't stop me from quitting, too. I'd had about enough of small town life.
But there I was. Twenty-five years old. Living in goddamn Red Bank, South Carolina. Three hundred miles from family and friends. They called me an "engineer," but mostly I just sat behind a desk watching a bunch of rednecks and poor black kids work an assembly line. And I got to take the shit from management if they fell behind. Who else could they blame? It's not like the people working for $10 an hour gave much of a shit. The only thing they cared about was smoke breaks and clocking overtime. And Nadine.
It was hard not to no give a shit about Nadine. She made it damn near impossible. In a factory full of men she stood out like a fucking sore thumb. Every time she ventured out from the office it's like the whole world stopped. Clicking her heels. Wagging her ass across the floor. Her entire wardrobe seemed to consist of nothing but skinny jeans, short skirts and thin, pullover tops. And always with the high heels. It was hardly the type of clothes that belonged in an office--much less an assembly plant. But it's lot like anyone was complaining. Old Bill up in the office hadn't exactly hired her for her typing skills. One got the feeling he didn't have much other opportunity to be in the presence of beautiful women. Or any woman that he wasn't paying for their time.
Nadine could have had any guy in the building. So it's hard to say why she chose me. Maybe because I didn't stare. Because I didn't show up at her desk 15 times a day asking for help with the copier, unlike every other guy in my position. All of them completely incapable of concealing their lust. Maybe she thought I was a good guy. Or maybe she was just confused by someone who didn't chase her all the time. She started going out of her way to say hello to me. Leaning over my desk with her tits about to spill out.
I didn't know how to respond. I felt like most of my jokes went over her head. All of our interactions were just awkward We didn't have anything in common. The ring on her finger told me it wouldn't matter much if we did. But she kept on coming. Every time I stepped out of the plant she was sitting there smoking. Just waiting to talk to me.
I'd never fucked around with someone's wife. I'd never fucked around period. I had one girlfriend through high school and college. When things ended and she got hitched I left town as soon as I found a higher paying job. Not the best move of my life.
Inexperience aside, I got the feeling Nadine was there for the taking. She wasn't exactly subtle about it. We might start off talking about the weather, but every conversation eventually ended with her hand on my arm smiling and going on about how it was so good to meet a "smart" guy and there was nobody else like me in Red Bank.
I always went home conflicted. There was no chance for anything real with Nadine. Then again, there weren't exactly a lot of other ladies in town. Maybe I should pursue her. Be happy just for the sex. I didn't know if I should make a move.
Turns out, I didn't have to. Walking out one day I spotted her in the copy room. She was on her tip toes reaching for the top shelf. Her little denim skirt was riding up so high I could see the lace on her panties. Nadine turned her head and asked for a hand. I reached for the box she was after. I turned around to find the door closed.. She leaned it. Kissed me. Twenty minutes later we were banging like high school kids in the back of her car.
It didn't stop there. She went home with me that night. She didn't mention anything at work the next day. Didn't act like anything had happened. But a few days later she turned up at my place. And a few days after that. It was sneaky like that at first. But after a few weeks it got to be pretty open. She was batting her eyes at me all the time. We'd go off together for lunch and just fuck.
I probably should have worried about things getting out. But she had me wrapped around her finger. It wasn't just the sex. I found myself falling pretty hard for her. I didn't even know why. We never really talked. Still didn't have much in common. I was just confused about things.
Maybe that's why I never thought about her husband. Of course we was bound to find out. Secrets don't exist in a small town. It would have made sense for him to get pissed. Maybe start a fight. Get a divorce. Even slap her around a bit. Those things would have made sense.
But that wasn't enough for Charlie Ray.
Charlie Ray decided to do something more. He didn't want to believe things. He wanted to catch us in the act. And so he hid out. Maybe he was in the bushes. Or just sitting in a car up the street. All I know is I'm fucking his wife on my living room floor. And the door swings open. And there stands that pudgy bearded hick. Muscles bulging in his flannel shirt. Nostrils flaring. His face as red as his thinning hair. And holding a goddamn axe.
I would have expected a gun. But rednecks aren't all that bright. He just stood there staring. I stood looking back. Buck naked. Right next to his wife.
It went pretty quick. He charged. I sidestepped. The axe slid out of his sweaty hand and stuck in the wall. Charlie stumbled and I gave him a shove. I thought about doing more. Then I grabbed my pants and ran.
I remember the sound of Nadine screaming. At me? At him? I have no idea. I didn't slow down. I got in my car and didn't come back to town for three days.
When I got back, Nadine wasn't at work. But that didn't stop me from quitting, too. I'd had about enough of small town life.