Jagged
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I haven't done a thread without my long term writing partner for awhile, but while she explores other projects so shall I, and this is one of several I've had in my head.
Now I'm not stupid enough to think that lesbians just haven't met the right guy, but I'd like to think that sometimes love can make a difference. I've hung out and drunk with girls who like girls and had fun, and I've wondered if there was ever room for more than friends. This story proposes just that...how a friendship and closeness can become love.....
Background
Dwight Richards was a local boy in every sense of the phrase, and he was proud of it, and never ventured more than 100 miles from home. His parents still lived in Glendale which rest on the New Jersey side of the boarder with New York State. He grew up playing league at the park just blocks from his home and in the winter it was basketball at the YMCA before playing h is high school.
Dwight's father Paul only left town to fight in Vietnam, and his mother Molly lived in a town only twenty miles awhile. Dad works as a plumber and handy man, and mom is a nurse at the local hospital. He grew up in a happy home with cousins and close friends in the neighborhood, and he had everything a boy would want.
Weekends were spent with friends and when the season was right he'd spend his free time hunting and fishing in the nearby woodlands. At least a few nights a week you can find him at Chuck's Lodge a small bar/restaurant on the edge of town which to outsiders could best be described as a redneck bar where guys go to watch the fights and drink beer, and the TV doesn't even have to be on to catch the fights.
While others joined the military or packed their bags for college he stuck close to home and worked locally. He first worked at a gas station than later drove a beer truck all the while working part time for the town doing jobs like plowing snow or take care of the grounds of the town buildings. Eventually his work led to a job with the town's department of public works which meant for Dwight a steady paycheck and job security, two things that were hard to find for most folks.
The beginning...
Dwight sipped his coffee as he looked out the back door at his dog Max running around and do everything but go to the bathroom which was the point of letting him out in the first place. He just shook his head and smiled though, and glanced at his watch and saw he had enough time. Otherwise he was ready to go. His beat up old dodge pickup sat in the driveway already running and would be warm by the time he was ready to leave, and his lunch and thermos were packed in the truck. He was dressed in his winter gear which consisted of his work boots, bib, thermals, and heavy jacket. He hoped his hat was in his locker at the garage.
It was cold even for February, and the town had been hit by snow three times since Thanksgiving which meant overtime, but also plenty of work in the snow taking care of the town. The other big change was local legend Andy Monroe finally retired from D.P.W. after 30 years of service to the town.
He like Dwight and several others were also volunteer firefighters, but he'd done a hell of a lot more. He had been a police officer in the National Guard and was a decorated Vietnam Vet, and fire chief 3 times over the years. He'd rescued children from burning buildings and pulled people out of cars. He was an assistant coach for the schools football team, and worked on just about every building in town. He was a great man who was well loved, but he was finally retiring and was planning to move in with his daughter out of state.
The job, hell the whole town wouldn't be the same without the man, and with work short the town could waste time, so Bob Mitchell the next senior man was promoted to supervisor, and was ordered to find a new man right away. So, at the first town council meeting the new hire was announced, and to everyone's surprise the new guy was a girl.
Well she was close to 30 like Dwight, but a woman getting hired to pickup trash, replace pipes, and do roofing was unheard of among the blue collar crowd in town. Never mind she didn't grow up in town, but she was qualified and the town was in a tight stop. Also there was a call for diversity, so Amy R. Jones was in and on the job the following Monday.
Thing was she could actually do all the work and never acted like anything was to dirty or heavy. She carried her own tools and did what was need in any situation and knew about trucks and tools,and you couldn't make her blush. Which was a good thing, because the old timers made it clear that girls weren't wanted. Still though she wouldn't quit and was making her way through the probation without any help. There was plenty of criticism and crudeness though, but not from Dwight.
Not that he was above it all, but there didn't seem like much point to it. Amy could do the work, and when she did open her mouth it was just to stand up for herself. The two of them were closer in the rest, but that just meant they would greet each other and if people had to pair off for work she'd pick him. Nothing special there, but there was something about her that was different.
She kept her brown hair in a short buzz cut which she spiked with gel, and didn't do much makeup, but her deep green eyes were enough to draw you to her at first glance. She was skinny, but not model thin and seemed to have an athletic body, but in winter time he hadn't seen much of it. She probably had tattoos as well, but it was all speculation, because he'd hadn't seen her with anything less than a sweat shirt and jeans.
Nobody knew to much about her and when they all had lunch she'd usually go out to her truck and talk on her cell phone or something. The rumor mill though made up for the lack of real knowledge, but one confirmed fact was that she rented a house with another woman, so in guy logic that had to mean they were dykes if the other woman wasn't her sister. Yeah that was how guys thought. The house was only two blocks from his place, and on the way to work so some days they'd see each other.
Today though he would be stopping by and picking her up for work and taking her home. Her truck was in the shop or something. All he really knew was she needed a ride, and maybe she'd actually talk with him. Well you had to start somewhere Dwight figured he thought as he let Max in and gave him a treat.
So that is where we begin
Have any questions feel free to pm me with ideas. I'm not married to anything an always willing to adapt. I left Amy fairly open and you can change appearance and background as you see fit. I think it could be a real fun romance and erotic story. Look forward to hearing from you soon.
Now I'm not stupid enough to think that lesbians just haven't met the right guy, but I'd like to think that sometimes love can make a difference. I've hung out and drunk with girls who like girls and had fun, and I've wondered if there was ever room for more than friends. This story proposes just that...how a friendship and closeness can become love.....
Background
Dwight Richards was a local boy in every sense of the phrase, and he was proud of it, and never ventured more than 100 miles from home. His parents still lived in Glendale which rest on the New Jersey side of the boarder with New York State. He grew up playing league at the park just blocks from his home and in the winter it was basketball at the YMCA before playing h is high school.
Dwight's father Paul only left town to fight in Vietnam, and his mother Molly lived in a town only twenty miles awhile. Dad works as a plumber and handy man, and mom is a nurse at the local hospital. He grew up in a happy home with cousins and close friends in the neighborhood, and he had everything a boy would want.
Weekends were spent with friends and when the season was right he'd spend his free time hunting and fishing in the nearby woodlands. At least a few nights a week you can find him at Chuck's Lodge a small bar/restaurant on the edge of town which to outsiders could best be described as a redneck bar where guys go to watch the fights and drink beer, and the TV doesn't even have to be on to catch the fights.
While others joined the military or packed their bags for college he stuck close to home and worked locally. He first worked at a gas station than later drove a beer truck all the while working part time for the town doing jobs like plowing snow or take care of the grounds of the town buildings. Eventually his work led to a job with the town's department of public works which meant for Dwight a steady paycheck and job security, two things that were hard to find for most folks.
The beginning...
Dwight sipped his coffee as he looked out the back door at his dog Max running around and do everything but go to the bathroom which was the point of letting him out in the first place. He just shook his head and smiled though, and glanced at his watch and saw he had enough time. Otherwise he was ready to go. His beat up old dodge pickup sat in the driveway already running and would be warm by the time he was ready to leave, and his lunch and thermos were packed in the truck. He was dressed in his winter gear which consisted of his work boots, bib, thermals, and heavy jacket. He hoped his hat was in his locker at the garage.
It was cold even for February, and the town had been hit by snow three times since Thanksgiving which meant overtime, but also plenty of work in the snow taking care of the town. The other big change was local legend Andy Monroe finally retired from D.P.W. after 30 years of service to the town.
He like Dwight and several others were also volunteer firefighters, but he'd done a hell of a lot more. He had been a police officer in the National Guard and was a decorated Vietnam Vet, and fire chief 3 times over the years. He'd rescued children from burning buildings and pulled people out of cars. He was an assistant coach for the schools football team, and worked on just about every building in town. He was a great man who was well loved, but he was finally retiring and was planning to move in with his daughter out of state.
The job, hell the whole town wouldn't be the same without the man, and with work short the town could waste time, so Bob Mitchell the next senior man was promoted to supervisor, and was ordered to find a new man right away. So, at the first town council meeting the new hire was announced, and to everyone's surprise the new guy was a girl.
Well she was close to 30 like Dwight, but a woman getting hired to pickup trash, replace pipes, and do roofing was unheard of among the blue collar crowd in town. Never mind she didn't grow up in town, but she was qualified and the town was in a tight stop. Also there was a call for diversity, so Amy R. Jones was in and on the job the following Monday.
Thing was she could actually do all the work and never acted like anything was to dirty or heavy. She carried her own tools and did what was need in any situation and knew about trucks and tools,and you couldn't make her blush. Which was a good thing, because the old timers made it clear that girls weren't wanted. Still though she wouldn't quit and was making her way through the probation without any help. There was plenty of criticism and crudeness though, but not from Dwight.
Not that he was above it all, but there didn't seem like much point to it. Amy could do the work, and when she did open her mouth it was just to stand up for herself. The two of them were closer in the rest, but that just meant they would greet each other and if people had to pair off for work she'd pick him. Nothing special there, but there was something about her that was different.
She kept her brown hair in a short buzz cut which she spiked with gel, and didn't do much makeup, but her deep green eyes were enough to draw you to her at first glance. She was skinny, but not model thin and seemed to have an athletic body, but in winter time he hadn't seen much of it. She probably had tattoos as well, but it was all speculation, because he'd hadn't seen her with anything less than a sweat shirt and jeans.
Nobody knew to much about her and when they all had lunch she'd usually go out to her truck and talk on her cell phone or something. The rumor mill though made up for the lack of real knowledge, but one confirmed fact was that she rented a house with another woman, so in guy logic that had to mean they were dykes if the other woman wasn't her sister. Yeah that was how guys thought. The house was only two blocks from his place, and on the way to work so some days they'd see each other.
Today though he would be stopping by and picking her up for work and taking her home. Her truck was in the shop or something. All he really knew was she needed a ride, and maybe she'd actually talk with him. Well you had to start somewhere Dwight figured he thought as he let Max in and gave him a treat.
So that is where we begin
Have any questions feel free to pm me with ideas. I'm not married to anything an always willing to adapt. I left Amy fairly open and you can change appearance and background as you see fit. I think it could be a real fun romance and erotic story. Look forward to hearing from you soon.
