It Happened on a Mountain

[Mr. SlowHands]

OOC: This unfolding story of adventure, romance, and sexual intimacy is reserved for the writings of Slow Hands and Bubblegum only. We invite you to read our story, but due to the exclusive nature of our relationship, we’ll be the only participants.

Characters:

Bender: a big, golden retriever.

David Branford: 38...6'1"...185 lbs...brown hair...brown eyes...dk. complexion...athletic, but not heavily muscled... often quiet and introspective... constantly contemplates the ironies of life.

IC:

Bender sat entirely still, a silent guardian at the new grave of his old master. The grave wasn’t even a hundred feet from the cabin, down in the southeastern corner of Dinkens’ Meadow. Heavy, smooth, stones had been carried two at a time up from the creek, and now covered the freshly dug earth, preventing any disturbances from wild beasts. A small, crude, wooden cross had been placed at one end, an unnecessary but sacred marker in tribute of the one who’d just yielded up the breath of life in the same inevitable way all men do. A small plaque on the cross simply read, “William Jeremiah Branford, 1918—2001, Rest in Peace.”

A soft sigh made Bender look over at the man who’d just become his sole companion. The golden retriever cocked his head slightly, watching the man intently. The man wasn’t looking at the grave, however, but across the meadow and up at the distant mountains. Slowly returning his gaze to the pile of stones, Bender sighed himself, and moved his body into a prone position, resting his head on his front paws. He knew the master’s body was inside there, but the dog just couldn’t understand why.

David Branford just couldn’t get over how suddenly close he felt to his grandfather. How can you feel so detached, so unlike another person, in such discord with their view of life, and then when they die, feel like you’ve lost your closest friend? It also startled David how suddenly the landscape around him had seem to come alive. Dinkens’ Meadow seemed to be breathing, the creek crooned out a mournful song, and the mountains moaned their loss of a long-time friend. David could hear it, and for the first time in his life understood the beautiful simplicity of his grandfather’s way of life.

David knew then that he needed to stay here, at least through the winter, instead of returning to the city. He’d have to check, but there should be plenty of provisions in the cabin for Bender and him. Besides, the time spent up here on and off with his grandfather had shown David another side to life—a side that is never attached to other men’s schedules and demands, even though then he'd never understood it. His grandfather had taught him not only how to survive in the harsh wilds of the mountains, but to enjoy it. Civilization was not all it was cracked up to be, after all. There was more beauty to be seen here, and more unhurried time to see it in, than he’d ever known before.

It was well into dusk before man and beast left the old man’s grave, and took shelter in the warmth of the cabin. They ate up the leftover biscuits and corned beef hash from breakfast, and shared the last juicy, green apple. He’d have to make the hike into town before the first snow, and stock up on some produce and fruit. It wouldn’t last all winter, but a lot of it could still be enjoyed. He’d also pick up the mail, and inform the few people left in town this late in the season that his grandfather had died.

David Branford sat reflecting not upon his grandfather’s life, but upon his own: three business failures after such promising attempts, dropping out of medical school due to a lack of money, and then the most difficult blow, abandonment by his fiancee just a day before their scheduled wedding.

Perhaps her running off was the best. If she had to run, better before the wedding than after. David just couldn’t figure out how a person could say they were deeply in love, and then not even say a word before disappearing like that. It just didn’t make any sense.

He knew that she was okay, friends had told him that much. After not much more that 6 weeks, he also found out that she’d gotten married to a very successful surgeon on the East Coast. Who the man was that she married wasn’t really his concern. What captivated David’s thoughts was trying to understand who he himself was, or more exactly, the man he wasn’t. How could she leave him?

The problems David had experienced in business seemed like terrible turns of luck. Over supply, lowering demand, inability to move product, capital tied up in expensive inventory, labor disputes that David had never caused — these were the types of things that had been his undoing. Or, David shrugged, perhaps he was the weak link all along. Perhaps he just didn’t have the business mind or that special entrepreneurial touch required to succeed.

While the loss of his fiancee hard torn out his heart, and the business failures had totally blown his mind, being forced to drop out of medical school had been like a hard kick in the abdomen. Maybe it was because it had happened last, but having to give up his dream of Med school had soured David against hoping for much of a future.

David loved what he’d learned, and truly loved helping people. He volunteered at a free clinic during his school years helping in any way he could. He just wanted to be close to people who were in real need. Then, shortly after David was forced to drop out, word came about his grandfather’s illness. For the entire last year, David had tended to his grandfather, who was entirely unwilling to leave the humble security of this cabin. At first David had been livid over his grandfather’s stubbornness, but then he’d come to appreciate more fully the kind of life that William Branford had chosen. It was rugged, it was serene, and it was entirely his own.

Briefly, David's mind turned to the mountain people who'd learned he had some medical training. They'd sought him out from time to time, and reluctantly, David had helped them with their ailments. He shook his head as he thought what would happen if the AMA ever got wind of it. He'd be in serious legal trouble.

As David began to get sleepy, tangles of memories and details of his past came to him in no certain order. Some were cherished, and others forced aside as to painful to think about. Finally, sometime in the middle of the night, the darkness of sleep overtook him in mid-thought, and David continued his reflecting in dream state.

[Edited by Mr. SlowHands on 05-29-2001 at 06:10 PM]

 

[Bubblegum *sugarless*]

OC: Jessica Morris - Reporter for the NY Times

33
5'6"
137 lbs
Long, dark brown hair
Blue eyes

Recently divorced and disenchanted with her job at the paper.

IC:
The Assignment

Jess was tired. She had been up all night putting the finishing touches on her latest story. In less than a 1000 words she managed to delve into the mysteries of homemade facials. It was hard to write anything about a subject that meant nothing to her.

"Damn male editors," Jess mumbled to herself. No matter how hard she tried, she was never given anything more than fluff pieces to report.

Gathering her briefcase and laptop, she headed for the door. Pausing in front of the mirror in her foyer, she examined herself. Brushing the hair out of her face, she could make out the tiny lines that had popped up seemingly overnight around her eyes. Jess had promised herself she would get this wild mane cut off after her divorce, but still didn't have the courage to do it. Ever since Kyle had walked out to live with the 20-year-old nympho, Jessica had stopped caring about her appearance. It's not like the paper ever sent her on exciting interviews or exotic getaways. They saved those for Tom Weston, the "Star" reporter. Grabbing her keys, she rushed out the door.

She knew something was up as soon as she reached the paper. After pouring herself some coffee, she walked back to her cubicle, aware that a few stares were directed at her. Shrugging off the paranoia she felt, she sat down and set up her laptop. The sooner she got this story turned in, the sooner she could put it behind her. As soon as she turned on the computer her phone rang. Scowling, Jess reached to answer it.

"Get in here now!" Curtis, her editor, bellowed into the phone before he hung up.

Jess knew that his yelling meant nothing. Curtis was high strung, and came across as a bear to work with, but Jess knew it was an act. Curtis did whatever the higher-ups in the paper said. Including keeping her out of the limelight. Grabbing paper and pen, she headed for the editor's office, wondering what lighthearted, boring piece he was going to assign her this time. Maybe she could do an in-depth on the current trend of capri pants.

Entering his office, Jess knew right away it could not be good. Curtis stared glumly out the window, and seated before him was none other than Tom Weston, Mr. bigshot writer himself.

"Have a seat Jessica," Curtis said, motioning to the empty chair next to Tom. "I have an assignment to discuss with you. I think you'll be pleased."

Taking a seat, Jess couldn't help be a little excited. There had to be something to her next assignment or Tom would not be here. Maybe they were going to work together on a story? She was excited, but tried not to let it show, nodding impassively at Tom.


"Jess, I need your help." Curtis explained. "A story has been handed down to us from above, a human interest one, and I was going to assign it to Tom." Curtis continued, as he tapped a pencil on his desk. "Unfortunately, he is still tied up with the upcoming Hillary Clinton interview."

"Poor Tom," Jess thought, as she rolled her eyes. "Why do you need me?" She questioned Curtis. "Am I just going to do all the research and dirty work, so that Tom can write it up and get all the accolades?"

Tom chuckled, "Already cynical and he hasn't even given you details. Maybe you need a vacation."

"Now before I continue," Curtis rambled, ignoring Tom's snide remark. "You have to understand the importance in this. The paper has been getting a bad rep for ignoring the human-interest side of a story. We need to build that reputation back up. This is where you come in." Curtis leered at her as he paused for a breath.

Curtis handed her a folder, then continued his explanation. "I'm sure you have heard about the death of multi-millionaire Peter Branford? The search for his heir has ended. Just today, the lawyers announced that his brother, William, has been located."

Jess was on the edge of her seat. The story of Peter Branford's passing, and the reading of the will was the talk of the town for weeks. In his will, he left everything to his younger brother William. A man who had not been seen in 20 years. If he hadn't been found by the first of the year, the entire estate would go to various charities. She'd heard of numerous imposters coming out of the woodwork to claim the fortune, only to be found out.

"Jessica?" Curtis spoke, breaking her stream of thought. "I want you to interview the brother, err, William. His last known address is in some god-forsaken town in Idaho. He is believed to be some kind of mountaineer there. A legend, so to speak, to the townspeople."

Up until now, everything sounded great, but Idaho? Jess couldn't picture herself in a small, backwoods town. She was born and raised in New York. The closest she came to wildlife was the city zoo.

"Just think of it as a mini vacation from the city," Tom exclaimed, a cruel glint in his eye. "I would jump on it, if it weren't for this Hilary thing," He continued, but Jess wasn't very convinced.

"Everything you need is in that folder. Your plane tickets, directions, who to talk to when you get there." Curtis lectured. "We want the story to hit the stands next month, right before the will goes through probate and he claims his fortune. Is that understood?"

Jess could only nod. She suddenly felt like a lamb being led to slaughter. Here were two men whom she had never trusted, offering her the opportunity of a lifetime. She could only wonder why.

"Well I guess I better get right on this." Jess said, rising from her chair. "I need to make some arrangements and do some shopping," her latter statement bringing a snicker from both men. "I'll be ready to leave in the morning. When do you expect a report from me?" she questioned Curtis.

"Go ahead and get settled in when you get there. Do some preliminary background stuff, and get back to me, say, on next Tuesday," the editor said, already looking away and dismissing her.

Jess left the office in a daze. She didn't know whether to be happy or mad. She realized that in no way was Tom ever going to do this story. He was just there to make it seem important. Still, there was more to this than homemade facials. Feeling a little more excited, she grabbed her stuff and headed out.

"I guess I'm on my way to Idaho," she thought, a little nervously.

[Edited by Bubblegum *sugarless* on 05-31-2001 at 10:21 AM]

 

[Mr. SlowHands]

David travels down to Tamarack Falls

After breakfast, David made an inventory of supplies that would be needed through the Winter, and some other things he wanted personally. The supplies left in the cabin weren’t nearly as much as he’d previously thought. They needed to make a major purchase, and have the muleskinner bring the stuff up. There should be enough time before the first snow.

David closed up the cabin, hoisted the pack onto his back, slung the .308 rifle over his shoulder, and picked up his grandfather’s smooth walking stick. The first snow hadn’t yet come, but it was getting cold in the mountains, and David had dressed warmly for the hike.

The twelve miles into Tamarack Falls wasn’t really that tough, especially headed down from Dinkens’ Meadow. Leaving early, he was certain Bender and he would make it by late afternoon.

Even the trip back wasn’t bad, just required more climbing and a hearty endurance. David could usually make it back in a day and a half. He always tried to make it to the Little Salmon River to set up his evening camp. The beauty of that spot was captivating.

Of course, he’d spend a day or two in Tamarack Falls. There was no need much to hurry back now. Whenever David came into town, it seemed the word spread fast of his arrival. The folks needing minor medical attention, and the ones who “thought” they needed it, would rush over to Sally’s Bed and Breakfast to see if he could help them with this or that.

A couple of times, however, David had overstepped his limited bounds, and he knew it. He’d undertaken various medical procedures that were only to be done by a licensed, practicing, physician. David reasoned silently that he was “practicing,” but he was no where close to being licensed. If the authorities ever found out a few of the things he’d done, not only would he never be a licensed doctor, he’d probably spend some time in jail.

Fortunately, nothing David had ever done had ended tragically. No one had ever died after his treatments, and he’d never been accused of worsening an existing condition. David knew how important it was that he curtail practicing medicine, however, before something bad did happen.

The hike into town reinforced to David just why his grandfather had chosen to live up in those mountains. Around every turn was another breathtaking sight of rugged beauty. He’d never grow tired of it. He was fairly certain that Ol’ Bill never had.

David stopped first at Sally’s, and secured a room for a couple of nights. Sally was happy to see him — she always was. She was a retired school teacher that had celebrated her 73rd birthday back in April. Ol’ Bill and David had both come down to her party, though the trip was hard on the older man. It was the last journey down the mountain that David’s grandfather ever made.

With a promise that he’d be back to visit with Sally in the evening, David decided he’d notify the newspaper office of his grandfather’s death, then head over to the diner for some dinner. As he walked up the planked sidewalk, Bender stayed faithfully by his side.

 

[Bubblegum *sugarless*]

Jess arrives in Nowhere, Idaho

When Jess arrived in Tamarack Falls, Idaho, it was as if she stepped back in time. The town consisted of one main road, and several roads branching off into the mountains that surrounded the town. Now she knew why the car rental agent scoffed when she insisted on a small economy car. The only use for her car here would be on the main drag — there was no way it would make it up the mountain.

“Oh well,” she sighed to herself, “hopefully Mr. Branford will meet me in town.” After checking out the town, Jess decided the best place to start would be the local newspaper.

The newspaper office was small, the smell of ink insulted her nostrils as soon as she entered. “The press must be in the back room,” she thought. She approached the desk and rang the bell, since nobody seemed to be around. She perused some of the papers hanging on the wall while she waited for a response. These small-town newspapers always amused her. The biggest story usually involved someone’s cow getting stuck in the mud. She was chuckling to herself when she heard someone come in behind her. She turned and found herself face to face with an older man. His appearance was somewhat comical, gray hair going in every direction, big bulbous nose, and ink stains could be seen on his hands and shirt.

“Can I help you?” the man asked rather brusquely.

“Hello,” Jess answered, offering her hand, which was ignored. “I’m a reporter from the NY Times. I’m hoping you can help set up an interview with one of the locals here.”

“My My, The New York Times wants to interview someone from Tamarack Falls. Surely there is enough news in New York to fill your paper?” he asked, facetiously.

Ignoring his snide tone, Jess continued.

“I’m looking to do a human interest piece on William Branford. I’m told he is a bit of a legend around here.” She kept it to herself that he was about to inherit a fortune.

“William Branford, eh?” He grinned broadly. “Ya must mean ol’ Bill. He don’t go by any high-falutin’ legal name. We’re just simple folks round her missy. Now, like most of the people in this hole, ol’ Bill doesn’t spend much time readin’ the paper. Now if anyone ‘round here knows when Bill might be comin’ ta town, I’d expect ya could maybe find out from one of our locals over at the diner. I wouldn’t hold your breath, though, Miss, Miss... now what did you say your name was?”

“Jessica Morris, New York Times,” she replied, handing the man her card.

Without glancing at it, his eyebrows lifted and he said, “Well, there ya go... city people always got those big lonnnnnng names. Alright, Miss Jessica Times, I’ll let folks know you’re needin’ to see ol’ Bill.”

With that reply, he turned and left the room. Jess shrugged, thinking he obviously he wasn’t happy with his current situation. Leaving the newspaper office, she headed for the diner. She saw it when she pulled into town. Located on the corner, it did seem to be bustling with activity.

Entering the diner, Jess felt all eyes turn to her. Taking a cursory glance around, she noticed that most of the patrons were older. The youngest looked to be around 50 and that was the waitress. She never felt so out of place in her life. Although she was dressed down in jeans and a flannel shirt, it was still obvious, even to herself that she did not belong in this rugged little town. Taking a seat at the counter, she checked out the menu, deciding the waitress would be the best person to ask about William Branford’s whereabouts.

“What can I get you?” the waitress, who’s nametag identified her as Sally, asked.

“I’ll have a cup of coffee,” Jess replied.

“What brings you to Tamarack Falls?” Sally inquired as she poured some thick, black coffee into Jess’ cup.

“Actually, I was hoping you could help,” Jess explained, pulling out her press credentials. “My name is Jess Morris, I’m a reporter from the New York Times.” She took a drink of the coffee, and tried not to let her distaste show as it burned her tongue.

“A reporter?” the waitress exclaimed. “Why in the world would a reporter show up here?”

Jess could see that Sally was excited and flustered at the prospect of talking to a reporter. She watched as the waitress patted her hair down and sucked in her stomach. It always amused Jess that whenever someone heard “reporter”, they automatically looked for a camera. It was as if people forgot about the print media.

“Well I have lived here all my life. Heck I’ll die here.” Sally went on. “I reckon I have plenty I can tell you about this corner of the world.”

“I’m sure I’ll have plenty to ask you then,” Jess lied, knowing that as soon as she talked to William she was out of here. “Right now I was hoping you could help me find a particular person. His last known address was here in Tamarack Falls.”

“I know everyone that lives here now. As a matter a fact, I know everyone that has ever lived here in my time,” Sally proclaimed proudly.

“Then you are the one to ask.” Jess grinned. “I’m looking for a Mr. William, err, ol’ Bill Branford.”

With the mention of William’s name, Sally lost her jovial attitude. It was almost as if Jess picked the one person Sally knew nothing about, thus losing her chance at a starring role in Jess’ story.

“Bill Branford never comes to town. He holed himself up in those mountains 20 years ago.” Sally grumbled. “He comes down once or twice a year for supplies, but he never stops at the diner.”

Jess suddenly realized this was not going to be an easy assignment. If William Branford didn’t want to be found, she would be the last person to hike up those mountains and find him. Maybe she should spend some time gathering background information. She could get lucky and be around when Mr. Branford made one of his few trips to town. Sighing resignedly, Jess pulled out some money to pay for her coffee.

“But, there is his grandson,” Sally interjected, breaking Jess’ dismal thoughts.

“His grandson?” Jess pumped.

“David showed up around a year or so ago.” Sally offered. “He comes to town quite often.”

Jess quickly took some notes as Sally spoke.

“He’s quite a looker that one,” she continued. “I’d rather have a slice of that than of Rusty’s apple pie ala mode.” She giggled, smacking her lips together. “A young purty thing like you might even get by with taking home the whole pie,” she winked.

“Where can I find him?” Jess asked, barely able to contain her excitement.

Sally ignored her question and rambled on about David Branford.

“Word has it he dropped out of med school — or was kicked out,” she added with a knowing wink.

Jess set some money on the counter, adding a little extra to the tip for Sally’s help. Maybe the man at the newspaper could help her find David Branford. It couldn’t hurt to try.


[Edited by Bubblegum *sugarless* on 05-31-2001 at 10:20 AM]

 

[Mr. SlowHands]

Meeting Jessica

David walked into the Tamarack Falls Gazette office with Bender at his side, and rang the bell at the counter. He'd known George Collins, the paper's editor and printer for 10 years, but still didn't know him well. David didn't have much call for stopping in at the local paper.

The most he ever saw George was down at the diner, usually when the older man was taking a coffee break. David chuckled to himself as he waited at the counter. Funny thing about this town, it seemed to spend a better part of the day on a coffee break. Things here moved slowly. Bender sighed, and went over to lay down next to far wall.

George finally came out, wiping his hands on his denim printer's apron. As soon as George saw it was David, his eyebrows shot up.

"David! Well, this is a coincidence!"

"Excuse me, Mr. Collins, what coincidence?" David questioned.

"Well, David, only that a purty lady was just here asking about your grandfather!" he exclaimed.

"About ol' Bill? Why?

"I dunno! But she was with the New York Times! Yup! High-falutin' reporter woman! Wanted to talk to William Branford." At this, George clucked his tongue, and tilted his head to the side. "She never said what about really. Just came all the way out here to Tamarack Falls to see him. Imagine that!"

David's forehead wrinkled as he tried to grasp why the Times would send a lady reporter to a town in Nowheresville to contact a man who was as estranged from world happenings as a man could get. Notifying the paper of 'ol Bill's death could wait. David wanted to find out what the lady from New York City needed first.

"Do you know where she went, George?" David inquired.

"Well, I pointed her over to the Diner. I think she headed that direction when she left. And I'll tell ya now son," George added with a wink, "you won't have much trouble finding her. She was stacked tighter than..."

"Thanks, George," David interrupted, "going to see if I can catch her. C'mon Bender, let's go boy."

George grinned and winked. "Son, if I was your age, I think I might try the same thing!" He chortled to himself all the way back to his presses.

Heading straight for the diner, David stopped at the door to kneel and scratch Bender behind the ears.

"Stay here, boy, might be inside a while." Bender looked up at him, sighed, and curled up to the side of the door.

David paused a moment to wonder why people talked to their dogs and told them things the animals couldn't ever understand. His curiosity over the NY reporter snapped him out of his momentary pondering. Slowly,he stepped into the diner and glanced around.

Unsurprisingly, the diner was half full. David couldn't remember ever seeing it much different. Any time a couple of people began to leave, a couple more walked in. It still seemed a bustle of activity. This was the local gossip mill, and it was common to see more than one conversation going on at the same table.

Some might have thought that a little mountain village like this would be completely out of touch with the world. However, the wonders of cable TV, and the improvements in satellite communications had efficiently drawn it circle of inclusiveness around a group of people who'd really come here to be apart. Yet, most of them were as up to date now on the happenings around the globe as Peter Jennings, Dan Rather, and CNN would allow them to be. Therefore, the conversations ranged a wide variety of topics.

It didn't take David long to spot her. She was talking to that busybody who touted herself as a waitress, Sally Dunn. David sighed. Wonderful, just wonderful, he thought. Everytime David was around, Sally was sure to make eyes at him, and a couple times brushed against her hip against him on her way past his chair. He was sure the lady reporter was getting an earfull right now, probably about him.

Moving toward an empty table against the wall, Sally suddenly pointed at him and smiled, talking animatedly to the Times reporter. He shook his head, certain now that he was being talked about.

As David began to slide down into a chair, the reporter turned and looked at him. He just froze, staring. She was gorgeous. No, she was stunning. Dark brown hair, worn down past her shoulders, liquid blue eyes as inviting as a crystal mountain lake, high cheekbones, small, cute nose, full, sensual lips, that parted slightly when their gaze met, and all the soft, womanly curves a man could ever hope for had all conglomerated together to create this goddesses' envy.

As David continued staring, the reporter smiled at him. For the moment, David forgot everything in the world. It felt like her smile had just encased him in warm, soothing oil. Perhaps, if she'd just smiled with her mouth, he could have maintained more composure. But she smiled with her eyes, with her cheeks, her whole face bright and alive. It was anything but a plastic New York smile. David knew what those looked like. His former fiancee had mastered the art of the fake smile, only he'd figured it out far too late.

Finally, rather than continue to rudely stare, David began to sit. No sooner had he completed this action, than she started moving toward him. He rose abruptly as she neared, and managed a friendly nod and a gentle smile. Inside, however, he was a mass of quivering jelly.

The reporter held out her hand to him, and said, "Hi, my name is Jessica Morris. I'm with the New York Times. Are you David Branford? Could we talk?"

David slowly put his hand into hers, which Jessica proceeded to grip warmly. The look in her eyes made David feel as though they could have been former classmates in high school, and were just seeing each other years later at a class reunion. What could this creature possibly want with ol' Bill? Well, he was sure he'd find out soon enough.

"Yes, I'm David Branford. Was just going to have some coffee," he lied, motioning to Sally. "Won't you join me, and tell me what brings you to Tamarack Falls, Ms. Morris?"......



[Edited by Mr. SlowHands on 05-31-2001 at 10:19 AM]

 

[Bubblegum *sugarless*]

An Undeniable Attraction

Jess heard the door of the diner open behind her as she prepared to leave. Sally was still rambling on about David Branford, oblivious to the money Jess was waving in her face. She went on and on about his rugged good looks, his mountaineering skills and his tendency to provide medical care to some of the poorer townspeople. He sounded too good to be true to Jess.

“Oh my, speak of the devil.” Sally whispered, leaning close to Jess. “There’s that cutie now.”

Jess turned to look and found herself staring into his warm, dark brown eyes. She couldn’t tear her gaze from his. Physically, he was everything Sally described: broad shoulders, muscular arms, and a trim waist. If he turned, Jess was sure his ass was perfect too. He was not the perfect kind of handsome model used in Calvin Klein ads. His nose was a little long but accented by chiseled cheekbones and a prominent chin. Yet it was his eyes that captured her attention. There was a spark there, the tiniest glimmer. The expression on his face was serious, but there was some amusement in his eyes, like he shared a private joke that she was not privy too.

Sally started pushing her towards his table, making it difficult for Jess to compose herself. Deciding the direct approach was best, she approached his table. David had just seated himself, but immediately stood again as she neared.

"Hi, my name is Jessica Morris. I'm with the New York Times. Are you David Branford? Could we talk?" Jess smiled, extending her hand.

David stood, taking her hand in his big, strong grip.

"Yes, I'm David Branford. Was just going to have some coffee."

She watched him turn and motion over to Sally. Jess took the opportunity to quickly glance at his ass. Indeed, in her book, it qualified for the perfect ass list.

"Won't you join me, and tell me what brings you to Tamarack Falls, Ms. Morris?" he inquired.

“Actually, I really need to speak to your grandfather, William Branford. I was hoping you could set up a meeting for me,” Jess explained.

“I’m sure anything you need to say to him, you can say to me,” David replied. “Ol’ Bill doesn’t take kindly to strangers. He stayed on the mountain for a reason.”

Jess felt perturbed that she’d just been called a stranger. It was her impression that she was the only one around this little armpit portion of the world who wasn’t strange. In fact, she’d been thinking to herself since landing at the airport in Boise, that the only normal place in the world had to be New York City.

“Look Mr. Branford,” Jess continued, “I’ve come a long way. I’m tired, I have no idea really where I am and I now realize I won’t be leaving here in the morning. I don’t have a place to stay and I didn’t see any Marriott’s on my way into town.” Jess said, exasperated. “As much as I would love to volley this conversation back and forth with you, I really insist on speaking to William Branford. Matter of fact, David, I won’t return to New York until I do see him. Whether or not you appreciate it, that’s the way it is.” Jessica sat back, folded her arms in resolve, and stared him coldly in the eyes.

“First you can call me David,” he offered. “Second, there’s a bed and breakfast down the street that can put you up for a couple of nights. Let’s see, this is Tuesday. Tomorrow I have to order supplies, and run some other errands in town. If you can wait until Thursday morning, I’ll take you to see ol’ Bill.”

Finally, Jess felt like they were getting somewhere. A couple nights in this town wouldn’t kill her. She’d get her interview on Thursday, and be back to New York by the weekend. She suddenly felt the need to be out of Tamarack Falls, and away from David Branford. Hating to admit it, she still found herself strongly attracted to him. The last thing her refined self needed was to develop a crush on a “mountain man.”

“Alright David. If you point me in the right direction, I’ll check out the B&B,” she answered, trying not to sound defeated. “And please, call me Jess.”

“I’ll walk you to the B&B, I’m staying there also,” He explained, finishing his cup of coffee, but pouring another from the pot left on the table.

Jess thought she was going to shrivel up and die as David began making small talk about the weather, and asking about her flight to Idaho. She hated conversations like this, since they just didn’t “cut to the chase.” She also knew his real reason for the chit chat was just so he could enjoy a coffee refill. Amazingly, she kept herself from sighing, and mostly smiled the entire five minutes.

Still, Jess couldn’t help feel a little excited that she would be so close David tonight. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to get to know him better. It might help fill out the story.

“Right Jess,” she thought to herself. “Let’s face it, you haven’t been attracted to a man in months. You’re just in heat.”

Finally, after the grueling five-minute eternity, David stood, and dropped enough coins on the table to cover his coffee tab and leave Sally a dollar tip for her trouble.

Grabbing her bag, she followed David out the door. Jess looked back over her shoulder, and Sally gave her a big, saucy wink. Obviously, Sally was filing everything away to be shared with anyone and everyone later. As they left the diner, Jess pointed to her car parked by the newspaper office.

“I reckon we can just drive your car over to the B&B,” David reasoned. “No sense leaving it there. But first, let me introduce you to Bender.”

David knelt by the big, golden retriever, scratched behind the dog’s ears, and smiled up at Jess.

“Jessica Morris, meet Bender. Bender, this is Jessica Morris, reporter from New York City. She came all the way out here to see us. Now, be a good dog and don’t cause her any trouble.”

Bender lifted his big brown eyes to gaze at Jessica’s face, tilting his head a bit to one side. It seemed to Jessica the dog looked genuinely puzzled, not totally unlike David’s initial expressions when she’d introduced herself in the diner. Then suddenly, Bender lifted his right front paw toward Jess, a tender offering of friendship. Smiling wide, Jessica stooped down, and shook the animal’s paw.

“Pleased to meet you, Bender,” Jess said in pronounced tones, almost as if Bender might not otherwise understand her New York accent. She patted the dog on his head. When Jess stood again, David had a charming, boyish grin on his face. Jessica blushed.

Without another word, Jess tossed David the car keys, and started toward the passenger side of the vehicle. David opened the driver’s door, and let Bender hop into the back seat, then slid in behind the wheel.

Jess got in next to him. She was suddenly acutely aware of how close he was. As he drove to the B&B, Jess was busy trying to think of something to say. She had never been at a loss for words, but now she couldn’t even come up with a cute anecdote. Her mind was flooded with thoughts of touching him — maybe even kissing him. She was shocked at how her body responded to these thoughts. Her nipples hardened when she imagined his hand sneaking over to touch her knee. Sighing quietly, she knew this was going to be a long night. The sooner she returned to New York, the better.

 

[Mr. SlowHands]

David fantasizes about Jessica

Arriving at the Bed and Breakfast, David immediately took Jessica inside to meet Sally. Introductions complete, it was confirmed that indeed there was a room for Jess until their trip up to the mountain on Thursday. David carried Jessica’s large suitcase in for her, setting it in her room. Bender contented himself with lying down on Sally’s porch and watching vehicles drive by.

Although not obligated to feed them supper, Sally invited them to share a dinner of chicken and her special homemade dumplings with her. She’d made more than enough for three and she was ecstatic to have their company for the evening. As she busied herself with preparations in the kitchen, David and Jessica got more settled into their rooms. David even made it out of the shower and dressed, before Sally called them both downstairs to eat.

Even though Jess initially resisted entering the chat at the dinner table, Sally’s calm persistence and honed social graces slowly pulled her new guest into the conversation. Sally demonstrated sincere interest in Jessica’s line of work, and was fascinated by her stories of the Big Apple.

There was even a mention made about the Sally who worked as a waitress at the diner. The owner of the B&B just laughed, and told several stories of funny things that had happened because the little community had gotten the two of them confused when spreading rumors. The gazette had needed to make several corrections through the last 10 years because it had mixed up the two identities.

“People round these parts don’t usually mess with last names,” Sally smiled. “Most of ‘em have nicknames to boot, but I’ve always just gone by Sally. Amazing though, how many things ‘diner Sally,’ as I call her, has done that I’ve taken the rap for.” Sally blushed then, but offered no further explanation.

Something David hadn’t expected, was the absolutely delicious meal Sally had spread before them. The chicken was sage-rubbed and cooked so tender it nearly melted on the tongue. The dumplings were light and fluffy, and so lip-smacking good that Jess didn’t resist when Sally offered her seconds. Candied carrots and a fresh green salad sprinkled with baby sweet peas were served on side dishes. The beverages consisted of cold apple cider and hot coffee.

Normally when David came to town, he stopped at the local market, and picked up a few simple groceries that he would prepare in the B&B’s kitchen. He’d eaten Sally’s cooking before, and it had always been good, but tonight she’d outdone herself. Everything was perfect.

Sally had saved Bender some meat trimmings in her freezer, which she thawed in her oven. Over these, she poured some of the fresh chicken gravy, and set a big bowl of it out on her porch for him. The big dog was even more enamored with his meal than the people inside the house were with theirs.

After clearing away the dishes, a chore that David insisted on handling himself, Sally served up slices of fresh hot huckleberry pie with generous scoops of vanilla ice cream. Jess just stared at the rich dessert as it was set before her.

“Eat up dear,” Sally urged. “I don’t get many chances to try my huckleberry pie out on big city dwellers.” Sally’s sparkling smile was even sweeter looking than the dessert.

David watched as Jessica sampled the pie. It only took two bites, before he watched her resolve fly out the window, and she began eating the dessert as heartily as he. It wasn’t long before, meal entirely devoured, the three of them sat visiting in Sally’s cozy den.

At 8 p.m., Sally mentioned something about a program she always watched, and turned on her television. Jess also cooed, and expressed a deep interest in the same show. It was one of those more elaborate evening soap operas, which David could have cared less about watching. So, mostly he watched Jessica, keeping her in his peripheral vision.

Her profile was absolutely divine. The glow from the TV really brought out the depth of her eyes. He hoped it wasn’t too obvious when occasionally he’d laugh with them at a funnier part, and turn his head more directly toward Jess so he could gaze briefly, yet longingly, at her breasts. Was he wrong, or were her nipples erect? He couldn’t quite tell for sure, but the thought made his mouth water.

The lines and contours of her body were so soft and well-proportioned, and it wasn’t too difficult for him to imagine her sitting there with nothing on but some silky panties and a smile. As he opened his mind to these pent-up sexual desires, he could suddenly imagine her straddling him, her thighs opened wide, her small, delicate hand encircling his erection and guiding him into her velvet depths. He vividly felt the tight grip of her as she thrust herself down hard onto him.

“David, David, David,” he suddenly thought to himself, shaking his head. “You’d better stop thinking like this friend, or you won’t be able to stand up straight without a great deal of embarrassment.”

Unable to stop the flood of thoughts, however, David finally resolved that he’d better make a quick escape while the ladies were still engrossed in the show. Rising to his feet, the best he could, holding one of the pillows from the sofa to shield his erection, he started from the room. As a pretended afterthought, David tossed the pillow back onto the sofa. He thought that Jess might have looked just a little too long at his crotch as he passed by her chair. “Damn,” he thought, “had she noticed?”

Stopping outside the door to the den, David realized how impolite it would be for him to just vanish for the evening. He sighed, thinking how rare it was that he ever said any good nights to ol’ Bill. Yet, he’d almost always say a good night to Bender. He shook his head.

“Uh, good night ladies, will see you both in the morning. I hope you sleep well.”

Jess and Sally both told him good night without turning to face him, which considering his current state of stiffened arousal, was a good thing.

Stopping at the porch, he told Bender good night, and scratched vigorously behind the big dog’s ears. Bender returned to the warm blanket that Sally had put down for him, and curled up.

David made his way upstairs to his room, removed his clothing, and slipped between the clean sheets. He closed his eyes, feeling tired after the trip down the mountain, but it wasn’t a “sleepy” tired. Most of his body felt weary, except for two locations. David’s mind was filled with the image of Jessica. He couldn’t stop thinking of her, the playful tone in her voice, the outline and sweet contours of her body, and the warmth of her smile. David shuddered, and felt it primarily in the other part of his body that felt stimulated over her: his cock.

David lifted the sheet and glanced downward. His cock was so incredibly excited, it looked as hard and regal as a marble pillar. As if in defiance to the call from the rest of David’s body for sleep, the head of his prick suddenly flared and the shaft began visibly throbbing. His cock demanded release, and would rebel all night long unless he took matters in hand.

So, David took the matter in his hand, wrapped his fingers firmly around the shaft, and began stroking slowly up and down. As he closed his eyes, his thoughts were filled completely with Jess: her body, her laugh, her voice, her scent, even the soft texture of her skin.

They stood before each other next to a window, the moon’s light bathing them both in a bluish glow. He tenderly removed her clothing, as her hungry eyes gazed steadily up at him. Her shirt, her denims, and then her brassiere, and she stood before him entirely naked except for her white, silk panties.

He looked down then, seeing her naked breasts for the first time. They were large, full and firm, the nipples turning slightly downward, both puffy and swollen. As he watched, her breathing deepened, and he could swear her aureoles grew in diameter. Before his own hands could cup them, Jess lifted her own hands, sliding them underneath the supple orbs, and lifting them slightly so her nipples were pointing directly toward his eyes.

Still stroking his hot shaft, moving faster now, David then saw Jessica circling both erect nipples with her index fingers, and then rolling them between her fingers and thumbs. She then pinched them, and began pulling at them until both nipples had been stretched outward an inch and a half. He saw her lick her bottom lip.

David kicked the sheet off, his body overcome with heated passion as he watched Jess begin twisting her nipples first one way, then the other. Then, as his hand began pumping more vigorously, she lifted both tits in her hands, and brought the nipples to her own mouth, her tongue flicking out and poking at them.

Jess then lowered her own hand and slid it inside her panties. He knelt then, still stroking his throbbing manhood, and watched as her fingers danced under the fabric and a moan escaped her throat. He knew she was masturbating her clit, and thought he could see the telltale movement of a finger sliding into her sex beneath the panties. He could hear the wet sounds of her juicy sheath being sweetly pumped.

David knew he must be close to cumming, as he became acutely aware of his balls tightening, and the erotic, rhythmic stroking of his cock had reached a point of urgency. Looking up, he could see Jess looking down at him, smiling as he pumped his bulging prick. Suddenly, she slid to the floor in front of him, and spread her legs wide, scooting toward him so that her panty-covered pussy was right under his cock. She wanted him to cum on her panties as her own fingers pumped her cunt and jostled her clit to her own orgasm! This thought drove him to begin pinching his own nipples, and to stroke his cock even harder.

Then, magically, as David’s nostrils filled with the imagined scent of Jess’s wet sex, and he watched her pumping her hand against herself under her panties as she encouraged him to cum on them, and he pictured her big, beautiful breasts bouncing and spasming from her own masturbation, David came. A jet of pearly, hot cum arched into the air, and splashed down copiously on Jessica’s white panties, her lower arm, and her belly. The second jet landed soundly in her navel, filling it to overflowing. The third sent a thick glob right onto the sweet, wet spot over Jess’s creamy cunt. Two more warm squirts sprayed droplets on Jess’s inner thighs, on her now cum-coated panties, and more onto her belly. One thick droplet even splashed squarely on her left nipple.

David pulled his hand away from his cock, his body still shuddering from the sensations of his powerful orgasm. As his mind came back into focus, he realized that it was his own body the semen had splashed, not Jessica’s. Rolling from the bed, David grabbed a towel and wiped the cum from his nipple, belly, thighs, and crotch.

Settling back into bed, David finally drifted off to sleep, but not until his mind had snuggled with the beautiful reporter from New York City, and his arms cuddled the pillow he’d designated with her name............

 

[Bubblegum *sugarless*]

Confusion was the first thing Jess experienced when she woke up. It took a few minutes for her to recognize her surroundings and realize where she was. After she’d finally said goodnight to Sally last night, she could barely keep her eyes open. After her long trip, her drive to Tamarack Falls, her encounter with David, and then that fabulous meal Sally served, she was exhausted.

Stretching, Jess sat up on the edge of the bed. Next door, she could hear David up and about. Suddenly she recalled the dream she was having as she drifted off to sleep. A blush rose up her neck to her cheeks when she remembered how steamy the dream was. Vividly, she remembered David’s mouth on her pussy, his tongue spearing in and out of her dripping hole. At some point, before she drifted off, he was pounding his cock into her throbbing pussy while he pinched and tugged at her nipples. Jess moaned softly as the memories of her dream flooded her mind. She squeezed her thighs together and felt the wetness in her quivering sex.

Gathering some clothes and personal items together, she headed across the hall for a shower. She was relieved that nobody, especially David, was around. Certainly, her state of arousal would be noticed by anyone she ran into. Closing the bathroom door, she undressed and let her hair loose from it’s braid. She turned the water on, letting the bathroom fill up with steam before she stepped into the shower. As the hot water drummed onto her back, she felt the tension from the previous day melt away. Grabbing the shampoo, Jess began lathering her hair, taking the time to massage her scalp gently. The apple scent of the shampoo was refreshing and managed to perk her up a bit. While she rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, Jess flashed back on her dream of David. Her body responded immediately when she pictured taking him in her mouth. She began stroking her nipples outward as if she was stroking David’s cock.

Jess lathered up the washcloth and began soaping her body. Her nipples jumped as she ran the soapy cloth over them and between her breasts. Sliding the cloth down her body, over the soft swell of her hips, her belly quivered as she neared the soft curls of her pubic mound. Leaning against the wall of the shower stall, she spread her legs slightly, and began gently rubbing the washcloth over her sex. It had been so long since she had been this aroused — she felt like her knees would buckle underneath her.

Her fingers strayed to her pussy. She ran her index finger between the swollen lips, while her thumb pressed against her clit. Moaning, Jess began finger-fucking her pussy with one hand and teasing a nipple with the other. It felt so good, but Jess wanted more. She wanted a tongue pressed flat against her cunt, the tip stimulating her throbbing button.

Jess’ thoughts turned back to the dream she had of David. She imagined him a very giving lover, taking the time to know her body. She flashed on the part of the dream when he was kneeling between her legs and hungrily lapping up the juices from her sopping pussy. His tongue poked at her clitoris over and over as she writhed in ecstacy. She moaned, sliding her fingers deeper into her cunt, when she recalled his fingers spreading her lips apart so his tongue could plunge in and fuck her pussy. His hands gripped her thighs as he curled his tongue and drove it deeper into her wet hole.

Jess was glad the showerhead was on a wand, and could be held in her hand. Reaching for it, she turned the settings so there was one large, pulsing stream of water coming out. She placed one leg up on the tub, bent at the knee. She held the showerhead right underneath her throbbing sex, letting the water pound against her clit. The fingers of her free hand were tugging at an aching nipple, pinching it until it was red, then gently caressing it. Her body shook as the water beat against her engorged clit, then cascaded down her slit.

Within minutes her breathing became ragged. She reluctantly let go of her nipple and braced herself against the wall as waves of pleasure rippled through her body. Suddenly, she felt her clit explode, her whole body tingling as the orgasm flooded through her. Shaking, she dropped the shower massager and leaned heavily against the wall. Her orgasm left her feeling pleasurably numb, almost too weak to finish her shower.

Jess finished up her shower, feeling a little embarrassed that thoughts of a man she just met led her to such an intense orgasm. How would she ever be able to conduct herself properly when all she could think about was his mouth on her nipples, his hands caressing her ass, and his cock in her pussy? This mountain man story was going to be the hardest one Jess ever wrote, mainly because she didn’t want to complete it. Finishing the story would mean she was done in Tamarack Falls, done with David…

 

[Mr. SlowHands]

From Bender's perspective... A Day in Tamarack Falls

David has been very nice to me since coming to live with me n' ol' Bill. He's always taking me along to fun places. We go for long walks in the mountains, and I getta chase lil' furry critters, like bunnies n' squirrels n' even deer. Deer chasin' is real bitchin'... cause they're like totally big, ya know....but they spook easier than even a cottontail. *licks between the toes of his right front paw*

I been kinda sad since ol' Bill had to leave and go into the ground. He'll be back....he's just got kinda old, and needed a real quiet place where he could like rest for a long time. I been with ol' Bill all me life... an' I know he always comes back. You mark my barks...Bill's gonna be comin' back. Bet he brings me some o' that venison jerky I likes.

*bends his body around and licks between his back legs* I always wondered if me bein' able ta do that makes humans jealous?

Here I am now, paddin' around after David through town. He's been to the post office to mail a bunch o' letters and things, an' he went over to the General Store where I love it so much. Yep, they's gots lots of nice yummy smells there: new leathers, n' this big ol' barrel o' delicious smellin' doggie biscuits, an' another one filled up with rawhide chew toys. I got 'cited, 'cause I saw David get a couple of em, and put 'em in his pack.... but I'm smart... Bender knows David may get a few licks on 'em first, but I'll be the one gettin' to gnaw 'em up. I always do. Anyway, I was there with David a long time. He had lots o' supplies to order. Guess Big Bart'll be bringin' up the mountain.

Yeah, I love it when Bart comes to the cabin. He stays overnight, an' I get to go outside an' watch his mules. They gotta be the dumbest lookin' critters I ever seen. They's somethin' like a horse, only they's got big dumb-lookin' ears, and they make this goofy sound from their throats what sounds like they just got goosed by a good stiff pine branch.

I think Bart likes me though, 'cause he always brings me a big bone from the butcher's. I gots lots o' bones buried around the cabin up in Dinkin's meadow. But I know where ever one be buried, I do. I may dig a few extra holes searchin' for em, but I always finds em.

Now, there's this lady person. She seems nice 'nuff. But I think she's gonna be trouble. See, I seen the way David looked at her. I prolly had that same look a few times.... ya know, when a fine dog like me sniffs those unmistakable scents of a purty bitch in heat. Drives me nuts, it does. Unfortunately fer me, I smelled that scent from a few female hounds what really looked like dogs, if ya get my drift. But no matter... the smell sorta took over and all I could do was let nature take her course. Yep, I prolly got kids all over these parts. Not really proud o' that, but hey, Bender's gots lots a spunk left in em yet, so to speak.

So, don't know what to think o' David and this lady. But she mus
be in like some human female heat or somethin', cause David's got that "gonna mount her" look about him. Also seen 'im snatchin' glances at her chest. He seems to like them round teats of hers. Ya know, fer my time an' energy, I go straight for my bitch's pussy... big or small teats, floppy or full, large or small nipples... don't really matter at all... long as she's ready to lift tail and take my special delivery.

Hmmm... I wonner if that city lady lifts tail? *doggie shrug* Well, if'n her do, I'm sure David's gonna do her a special delivery. Ya know, just step right up behind an' mount her good, and pump til' she's taken his warm gift inside her.

Yep, us dogs is not all that different from our humans. Ah well, she be a purty lady, and nice to me an' all... so I hope David gets ta plug her good.... and they get em' a nice happy litter out of it. I think David would love a litter of his own. He treats me good, I'm sure he'd be a good papa. But if'n not, he least wise can have a little fun. 'Cause that's what makes dis world go round and round.

*contented sigh* Maybe David'll walk me up that Coffey Bird Lane, where lives that fluffy French Poodle. Man, was she fun!! *woof woof*

 

[Mr. SlowHands]

Before the trip up the mountain...

"Good morning, Jessica," David greeted, as Jess walked into the kitchen at the Bed and Breakfast.

"Good morning, David. Did you sleep well last night?" No matter what he replied, she must already know the answer. He'd been tossing and turning in his room through the entire night. She had to have heard him.

David suppressed a small yawn. He had indeed been awake and troubled through the night. He not only wanted to be with Jess, wanted to make love to her badly, but now he was about to lead her up the mountain so she could talk to ol' Bill. But his grandfather had died several days ago. She was going to be pissed.

The fact he was attracted to her, and was deceiving her, weighed heavily on his mind. He'd been agitated all night long about just how to tell her ol' Bill had died, and still be able to keep her with him. He'd come to the conclusion it was impossible. Yet, if he told her the truth, she'd most likely head immediately for the airport, and out of his life forever. No, she'd demanded to see ol' Bill, and he was going to show her his grave. When he brought her back to town, he'd also let everyone else know ol' Bill had died.

"David? Where's Sally? This breakfast smells so yummy. Did you cook all this?"

Several waffles, crisp strips of meaty bacon, a pan of fluffy, scrambled eggs, and a small bowl of home-canned peaches were set out on the small table in Sally's breakfast nook. Fresh coffee had just finished percolating on the kitchen counter. The combined smells were heavenly.

"Yep, I handled the cooking this morning. Sally got a call and had to leave in a hurry. She said to tell you goodbye, and to enjoy your trip up the mountain. She hopes you'll stop by and see her after you return to town, before you drive back to the airport."

Jess nodded at him, but oddly, her expression looked a bit sad. David just smiled.

"Bender's already had his breakfast. I did the cooking, so you can set the table for us. The food's all ready. Do you want orange juice, or coffee, or both?" David inquired.

Jess opted for juice and coffee, which David brought to the table. After putting out plates and eating utensils, David thought to pull out a chair for Jessica and helped seat her. Her blue eyes held what seemed a mixture of feelings, and she softly sighed and sat down. David wasn't sure what her hesitation was about, but he figured it had something to do with women's equality or something. All he knew was that she smelled damned fine, scents of orchard apple in her hair, and he wanted any excuse to be close to her, to touch her.

They ate quietly, and somehow managed to devour most of the food. Sally left her special huckleberry syrup for the waffles, and the food was cooked perfectly. David noticed Jessica seemed favorably impressed with his effort at breakfast preparation, especially with all the yummy sounds she was making as she ate. If it hadn’t been for her being here, David would have had a much simpler meal. He didn’t really know her food preferences, but was pleased that she seemed to enjoy everything.

She helped him clear the dishes, but David insisted on washing them, since she was technically a guest in Tamarack Falls. She gave in by picking up a dish towel, giving him a winning smile, and drying as he washed.

It was exciting for David to be so close to her. He couldn't help but glance at her body from time to time, pretending to roll his neck and stretch. She had on a thin blouse, and the peaks of her nipples stood out prominently. Her shorts were on the tight side, and pulled up deliciously into the crack of her ass. He envisioned his hands squeezing her ass cheeks as he pulled her groin tightly against his aching cock, and their tongues entertwined in erotic passion. He shook his head to clear it, and forced his eyes back to the sink. "Damn," he thought secretly, "I haven't wanted a woman this badly since... since..." David spent the rest of his time trying to remember just how long it had been.

Afterward, David put everything away, and Jess watched with an amazed look as he opened Sally’s cupboards. Everything in the kitchen was intricately organized. David saw her shake her head, her eyes wide. Just the same reaction he’d had when he opened the cupboards the first time when he began staying at the B&B.

“I’ll take you to the General Store,” David stated. “Unless you came well prepared for a long hike, there’ll be things you need to purchase, including a good backpack, and some appropriate hiking boots. You may want to purchase a warmer coat also — it can get bitter cold up on the mountain.”

Taking Bender with them, they drove Jess’s rental car down to the store, and David waited as she made her selections. Once in a while, she’d ask his opinion on something. She seemed to be like a kid in a candy store for a while, wanting this and that, piling up odds and ends of unnecessary items. Then David put a terrible damper on her fun by informing her she’d be carrying all the stuff she bought on her back.

As Ms. Morris reduced the pile of items she was purchasing by putting over half the stuff back on the rack, Benny Harris, the store owner, just glared at him. David just smiled and nodded once in a while, and contented himself with watching Jessica’s beautiful form as she moved about the store. One of the purchases she insisted on was a 2 lb. bag of red licorice.

“She may be sorry later on that she has such a sweet tooth,” David contemplated. “After about 5 miles of hiking up the mountain, those 2 pounds are going to seem like 20.”

To Jessica, he merely smiled, and nodded......