Caila

We both knew that weekend. I’d never believed in instalove up until then – thought it had to be lust and hormones, the heated passion of the moment.

Sure, we had a ton of that. Rand couldn't keep his hands off me. He took me up to a lake he knew. He liked to fish there whenever things got to be too much for him.

“Staring at the water calms me,” he said. “Let’s me know we’re all just part of the river of life.”

I laughed at that.

“Yeah I know, the poetic convict. Not much to do inside except get books out of the library.”

“I like it. The hard working man that can get dirty or be lyrical. You’re the complete package.”

“I saw these lakeside cabins up here, fancy folks leaping from the deck right into the water. Always wanted to be in one.”

“I’ve got my visa card,” I said. All I wanted was to be alone with him. “Let’s do it.”

Rand emitted a low growl.

“I have a visa card that’ll take care of it. And then I’ll take care of you again.”

Oh god, I know my ass cheeks are going to get another stinging for implying that Rand needs my assistance. I squeezed my thighs together and note I’m soaked again, anticipating how he’s going to use every part of me.

And damn if he didn’t. He kept me naked all weekend. He wanted me bare for him so he could watch my body all the time. I got used to it pretty quickly and started to feel even sexier being constantly admired by him. He pushed my legs apart and slid inside me so frequently my pussy was sore from the constant friction and stretching. No complaints though.

One time when he saw me wince as I sat down, he took to licking me and using his tongue inside my pussy, ordering me to come in his mouth.

I lay naked on the rug, in front of the fire he built for us. I jumped from the deck naked in the pouring rain and screamed at the chill in the water. Until Rand swam up to me, cutting powerfully through the water and warmed me up.

By the end of the weekend we knew we couldn’t be parted. Not only had we cemented a real physical bond but it was just so easy, hanging out together. Me sitting on the counter while he prepped breakfast, swinging my legs I was so happy. Cuddled up on the couch, even without television up there in the wilderness, we had plenty to talk about and even more to keep us amused. Why do couples that live together even need TV?

I had a plan but I had to take it easy on Rand and not make him think I was asserting myself. He was already touchy enough about keeping me in my style, as he called it. The way he was talking he’d have to work every single hour of his life and then I’d never have him with me, like this.

“I’m going to ask my father to invest in a dealership,” I said, while we were talking about how we could make this work. One obstacle at a time, right?

Of course Rand flatly refused to take anything – says he will provide for us.

“I just got through studying marketing and I intend to work,” I said to his stone face. “My father has been saying he’s going to set me up in a store. He’s thinking girly trinkets store – but he can think again.”

“Nooo,” Rand shook his head when I told him my idea. “I’m no salesman – not exactly gifted with social graces for selling.”

“But I am,” I insisted

He looked dubious but I could see him starting to cave.

“I need a job,” I continued. Laying it on as thick as possible, I know, but I had to get him to agree so we could be together. “We’ve already discussed this one and no way I’m staying home watching soaps all day and laundering filthy overalls.”

“I’ve been doing my own laundry up until now,” he smirked. “That’s not why I want you with me.”

“I know what I want to do,” I insist. “And it works perfectly for our lives. I’m going to convert more people into healthy cars. You know, those electric ones. No more fossil fuels that seem to cause so many wars.”

He nods agreement – I know that he cares about the planet too. So I go in for the killer.

“Then you could have the garage in back,” I add.

He raises his eyebrows.

“We’ll be partners. I’ll be there with you every day. Like this.”

“Like this?” he says, leaning in to kiss my hard nipple. “I’ll never get a fucking thing done.”

“I love the idea of working alongside you- coming to you whenever you call.”

“Ha, don’t pretend that’s all for my benefit. You have a voracious appetite little girl.”

“Only since I met you.”

Our discussion was tabled then as he pulled me up on his lap straddling him so he had access to all his favorite parts of me, spread out before him.

Rand

Six months later

Caila’s father was none too pleased about the plan and I can’t say I blamed him. The idea of the mechanic calling him ‘Dad’ instead of Mr Ferris rankled every bone in his body. He wanted me gone, not welcomed into the family and as a business partner too. But Caila can be very persuasive. It’s true she’s made for sales.

“No one’s going to buy a car from an – excuse me – ex con,” he said.

“They can buy one from me,” she told him, delighting in the shock on his face.

“Who buys a car from a girl?” he blustered.

Damn, even I’d have known not to say those words to Caila. Hellfire sprang into her eyes, but she put her little hands on those hips and gave him a cheeky grin at the same time and I could tell she was wrapping him around her little finger. Slowly slowly, like she did me to get this crazy stunt of hers approved. I have no doubt she’d make a great sales person.

“This one could sell sand to the Sahara,” I told Mr Ferris.

“Dad, either we do this and work together or Rand and I will make a home in a new town.”

“You know how folks are,” her father said, starting to come around. “You can wipe a slate clean in time, make yourself respectable again. Even Nixon did it. I bet OJ will.”

The guy’s a smart manipulator, a business person. I saw him working all the angles in his head. Keeping his daughter with him, investing in a good business project. He was slow to let go of the idea of his daughter with a jailbird though. People mostly want to think badly of others when they can, I’ve realized. Prison gives them the perfect opportunity.

I let Caila have her own way.

I doubt I could ever refuse this girl anything she wanted.

First thing I did was set about finding a new apartment that would be good enough for her to stay over in.

“What about we get one together,” she said. “That way I can share the rent and we can get a bigger one.”

That was where I put my foot down.

“I don’t make a woman pay rent. I can support you even if I have to work seven days, two jobs, to do it.”

She pouted at that and said she only wanted to be with me. I got her to agree to letting me find a place she’d love.

I must have looked at every fucking dump in town and nothing would do.

Then, as I was about to give up on our town and say we’d have to move somewhere else, I saw the top floor of an old house, close to a hundred years old. Here I was stretching myself a couple hundred beyond my budget and the paintwork was all peeling, the place going to rack and ruin. I almost took off when I pulled up outside, but something told me to see it through.

The old lady, Gloria Walgreen was living alone with her three poodles. Almost ninety, she couldn’t see that well but boy could she talk. She served me tea in a cup so small and dainty I almost shattered it in my grip picking it up. After telling me her life story and hearing mine, she said the rent would be half what the ad said.

“I don’t want trash living here in pappy’s house,” she rambled on. “But I can tell you’re a good one.”

She had to be deranged.

“Oh I know you’ve had troubles. Even without y’all telling me, I could sense it in every pore of you soon as you came in. But I know a good man when I’m around one and I appreciate your honesty with me. I haven’t witnessed that in too many men in my lifetime. So if you’ll take care of keeping up this big ol’ house, you and your gal can move in whenever you like.”

I brought Caila that same day to look at the place, needing her approval.

She ran around the rooms, clutching my arm with both hands when she wasn’t clapping them together.

“It’s so perfect. This round tower room can be our bedroom and look at this huge bath tub.” She eyed me greedily and I almost tossed her in it right then.

“There’s a swing on the porch and all the roses in the yard. How can you afford it, Rand?”

“I can fucking afford anything if you want it.”

“Really?”

“Let’s say honesty won out this time.”

She fell in love immediately. And so did I – with her.