U, Me & She

Chapter 53- The Smell of Mothballs

  He awaits Ms. Louis' arrival for an extended amount of time before eventually hearing her converse with one of the staff members from outside of the room.  He heard them asking her how she was rehabilitating from her most recent visit as she informs them that she feels like she's on top of the world.  Suddenly, she enters the room holding a pile of folded clothing that she brought for him to change into.  "My son left this at my house.  You and him are about the same size so I figured I'd bring it to get you into something a little more comfortable.  Baby, you look great.  Go ahead and get changed so we can get out of here.  I don't want to spend any more time here than I have already." She says immediately upon entry.

  He receives the pile of clothes and thanks her as he walks toward the restroom to change.  "Nun ungh, you can get changed right here in front of me.  I'll pull the curtains closed to give us privacy." she says as he pauses, then turns around and sets the clothing atop the bed watching her struggle to pull the curtains around him closed.

  He changes before her as he feels her eyes piercing along every aspect of his flesh making him feel somewhat uncomfortable.  She licks her lips as she stands bedside him with her arms folded.  He begins to feel that requesting her assistance may have been an error on his part as he swallows his pride and puts a smile on his face while zipping up the zipper of the jeans saying "Okay, I'm ready." she sighs as she responds with a mumble saying "Yes you are."

  During the ride to her place, he realizes how aged her skin is, and cannot help but to see Ms. Louis in the same manner as she was when he and her had their first encounter over three decades ago.  Her hair has turned from a brownish color to silver over the years as she clearly demonstrates that she isn't as physically mobile as she once was.  The whole ride, he counted a total of seven cigarettes that she smoked during their short transit as the odor from the smoke clung to his clothing and skin.  His hair stood on the back of his neck from the multiple illegal turns she made by not coming to a complete stop at every last stop sign.  He grew highly upset while detesting the smell of her cigarettes and leaning toward the open passenger side window the entire time to avoid the smell.  Amazingly, he cannot understand how he is still able to hold an erection that clearly stood out as he made every attempt possible to avoid allowing her to see his anticipation.  He knew what she craved for and had the preconceived notion that an intimate encounter with her will bring forth old memories that he often relived in the back of his mind.  He also felt that since she had broken the law on multiple occasions by not coming to a complete stop, that justice had to be served in order for him to have a good nights sleep.

   As they approach her driveway, he gulped knowing that the moment was drawing near and feared that his actions may bring her further health issues.  Knowing that he is no longer physically attracted to her, he came to the conclusion that he had to just bite the bullet and do what he felt was necessary.  In his head he thought to himself "Pussy is pussy. Fuck it." as he pats her along her back while watching her cough uncontrollably.  She finally controls her cough as she gives him a thumbs up and exits the vehicle.  He steps out of the vehicle as well and immediately notices how crooked she parked.  "Ms. Louis, can I please get your keys so I can straighten out your vehicle?  I don't want you to get a ticket." She stops, looks at him, then laughs and says "Boy, you're off the clock.  Ain't nobody got time for that.  But if you really feel like working, I have plenty for you to do inside baby."  He cringes as he follows her lead inside the house.

  Immediately upon entering, he noticed the wide array of flowered designs that was printed on every last piece of furniture she owned.  Her couches had the plastic covers as her living room contained an old style television inside of a wooden frame that sported the antenna on top wrapped in aluminum foil.  Suddenly, her phone rings as she tells him "Hold on baby, let me get this." She grabs the phone that mounted the wall and walks two rooms away for privacy as her cord stretches and stretches.  He shakes his head as he takes a seat along the couch listening the sound of plastic while he adjusts himself to become comfortable.  This brought forth memories of when he used to visit his grandmother as he knew that he couldn't carry out with this.  He figured right now was as good of a moment as any as he stood from the couch and crept toward the door to make his escape.  "Fuck it. I'll just have to walk." He says as he reaches for the door knob.  Halfway out of the door, he hears a tumbling sound coming from the other room with Ms. Louis calling his name. "Bobby! Bobby, I need your help!" she says as he cringes and reluctantly reenters the home.  Travelling through the kitchen, he follows the cord which lead to her bedroom. "Ms. Louis, are you okay?" He yells as he slowly approaches the entrance to her room.  He hears no response as he pushes the door open to find.....