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This story is not meant to be a chain story where other authors participate. But I would like to know where you think it should go from here?

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In Colorado there is a small town where a craggy mountain range forms a semi-circle backdrop. Perched above the town, just out of reach of boulders which at times hurl themselves from their appointed places sits an old hotel. The hotel is still in business but now serve as condominiums. It is here where Dave Simmons drives each day to perform his duties. A man in his forties Dave has survived much in his life; one divorce, the lost of a child, and alcoholism.

On this day, he has much to do. Being the only caretaker, it seems as if his tasks are never ending. In the summer there is non-stop mowing, pruning, and general grounds maintenance. In the winter, inside duties call, such as last winter when eh had to over haul a condominium where Ms. Gentry drew her last breathes before she was whisked away into eternity.

Today, though Dave is about to learn about other duties that are not part of his job description. You see, Ms. Mabel Sorenson an occupant has other plans for Dave. It seems she has learned something about Dave he long ago pushed from his mind.

Whistling an unnamed tune, Dave opened the door to his cluttered office, turned on the light and walked to his desk. Or at least what passed for his desk. An old beat up oak monstrosity salvaged from the junkyard. He had found it on one of his many trips to the town dump.

Reaching for the chair to his desk, a similar wreck salvaged artifact on wheels, sitting and pulling himself up next to his desk Dave sees a note lying on top of the twenty year old out-dated calendar decorated with a myriad of coffee cup rings.

“Dear Mr. Simmons,” the note begins, written in perfect penmanship. “The oven in my stove is no longer working.” Could you please come up at 1 o’clock and look at it for me.”

Dave found it odd to find a specific time included in the note. After all, all tenents had agreed as part of the rules of living in the old hotel that Dave had free rein when it came to entering their apartments. A knock was all that was required before entry.

Folding the note before stuffing it in his breast pocket, Dave’s attention turned to his day at hand. He had the back lawn to mow, and a faucet in a unit to fix.

Walking down the hall to Mabel Sorenson’s, Dave did not notice the door was ajar until he stopped before it. As he began to raise his hand to knock, his breath stopped short. A mirror on one wall of Mabel’s place danced with images; images out of a porn movie. Wait it wasn’t a movie.

Mabel was sitting in chair dressed in a bright purple flowered skirt, legs spread over each arm, nylons ending at the tops of her thick thighs. Head rolled back, lips slightly spread she moaned as her hand pushed an object deep inside of her cunt. Dave couldn’t make out what the object was, that is until Mabel withdrew it, placed it to her lips and licked before her white pearly teeth bit into it; a peeled cucumber. Should he knock, should he leave and say he was detained? A stir in his pants told him otherwise. Raising his hand, Dave gave a light knock.

In a flurry, Mabel pulled her legs from each arm of the chair, and sat up. “Be there in a second” he heard and watched her lips say in the mirror. Rising from the chair, Mabel bent at the waist, picked up the front edge of the chair cushion and placed the cucumber out of curious eyes. Turning away from the chair, Mabel smoothed the front of her dress, licked her lips smothering a slight smile and disappeared from Dave’s view. Opening the door the look on her face was warm.

“Hello Mr. Simmons,” she said. “Are you here to check my oven?”

“I am” Dave replied hoping like hell what he had just seen wasn’t written on his face.
 
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