One Shot Wonder

5 ol'lady

A/n I put this story in here to let the book club I am in know that, yes, I can listen. Also I am capable of fixing my mistakes.

One Shot from : How to Become the Ol'lady. This book is now known as Charlie.

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At the age of twenty two, I dated and married the president of the local motorcycle club. This club was not like the ones that you see on television. They were everyday people living ordinary lives.

This is the story of how the intruder came into my life. The year it was 1990, in the month of May.

Georgia has the hottest weather, the humidity being the worst part of it. Living in the center of the state only makes things hotter. It is at least a three to four hour drive to get to the coast, and another six to eight hours to get to the beaches of Florida.

This is why I find myself hidden in the shade of my father's auto repair shop. I just have to wait for my last customer of the day to pick up their car.

This shop has been this family business for more than 70 years. It all started with my granddad. He opened up the shop just after he was honorably discharged from the army. He made his profits to support his wife and son.

The same son that has ran the shop for the last forty years. It's now my turn to take over. My name is Charlie Lane Reese III. I was named after my granddad. He was a great man. I am proud to share the name with him.

The only problem with me taking over the business was the fact that am a woman. In this small minded southern town men ruled. The place for a woman was in the kitchen, bare foot and pregnant. That was not for me.

My dad raised me to be independent. My father passed on to me his love for working on cars to me. It started early for me. At the age of eleven he gave me a Harley Davidson Indian. Oh of course I had to rebuild it before I could ride. That was the beginning. Now I can work on anything from a Model A to a John Deer tractor

Now at the age of twenty two he wanted me to take over. We bother expected that the business would suffer because I was a woman. The plan was for him to retire without our customers knowing. He would just spend less and less time at the shop until he was no longer needed.

We told our workers they were fine with it. Now to get the customers on board. Just like Big Jim Jones, a local big time farmer. He brought in his wife's new Mercedes Benz today for a simple oil change. Instead of just dropping off the car and have his wife pick it up later. He felt the need to stay around, and oversee every move I made on the car.

"Just making sure the little girl knows her stuff." He declared to my father. All the time strutting around like a banner roster.

My father response, you may ask. "Well Big Jim if you knew your stuff, you wouldn't need my little girl." His replied. Jay, the other mechanic, and I both were rolling on the floor with laughter. Needless to say Big Jim suddenly was needed at the turf farm he owned.

Today has been the longest. With annoying customers and back to back jobs. The last thing I want to do in this heat, is wait for Big Jims wife, Mrs Wanda, to come get her car. My father is hiding in his office. So this task is left up to me.

When she finally shows up she is the picture of the perfect southern lady. With her flowery print blouse, and cream colored courprees. Topped off with leather sandals, and a classic Aigner bag.

"Well hello Charlie, how are you today?" She droned. In her sticky sweet southern voice.

"I'm just fine." I ventured. It on the tip of my tongue to tell her that I am damn tired of dealing with ass holes like her husband all day, and I am ready to go the hell home.