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chaps - second bit

the second bit of this - now I can't get her to shut up. 

When I get to work in the morning the chaps are sitting on my desk.  I look at the form pinned to the front buckle; it lists his name, Jordan Hershel, a phone number, with a note to leave a message, and his measurements.  His measurements are wrong.  Clearly wrong.  His waist is too big and his thighs too small.

“Did anyone even give him a tape measure?” I ask no one in particular.

“Faith was at the register and I guess she’s a big fan of their show and I think she was making them uncomfortable,” Joanne says from behind me.  

“Lovely.  Hasn’t she figured out that the whole point is to not make the customers uncomfortable?” 

“Nope,” she says walking out onto the floor. 

I call the number and leave a message about his measurements.  And then I separate the legs, undoing the buckle and the Chicago screws in the back.  Then I pull the zippers off.  I pick out a brown piping, even though no one will see it under the fringe. I go out to the floor and grab the pair that fit Jordan I also grab a pair of the flame boots. I figure I should have fun with this.  

I start the cut using the other chaps but then I let my mind wander.  I let my mind wander to the feel of his thighs under my hands.  The weight and strength, warm under his loose fitting jeans.  I cut to fit the shape of the thighs under my hand in my mind, the way his thighs are stronger to the front and cut to the side.  The way he shivered under my hand.  I stitch with the thought of my palms pressed against the fronts of his legs. 

I’m goofing around doodling flames to appliqué when my boss walks in, “You got a call on line one.  What the heck are you doing?” 

“I was thinking about adding flames to these.”  

“Oh, not you too!”

“Not me what?”

“You aren’t obsessed with that actor too are you?  It’s bad enough Faith freaked out yesterday.”

“I just thought he was nice, and he wanted brown, so I thought – you know that he might like it.” 

“I know what you thought, you thought you like him.  Anyway pick up the phone, and remember he’s a carpetbagger,” all the actors coming into our city are referred to as carpetbaggers. 

“Hi, this is Autumn.  Can I help you?” 

“This is Jordan.  From yesterday.  You called about my measurements?”

“Yes.  They were really off, but I figured it out.  It’s OK.  And I was wondering if I could add something, you know, make them match your boots more.”

“Cool!” he sounds really excited, “but I can’t, I need to pick them up before work.”

“How long?” 

“About an hour?”

“You know we normally take a week for this.” 

“The girl at the register didn’t mention that,” I can hear laughter in his voice. 

“The girl at the register is a fan and was seriously freaked out,” I keep to myself that I don’t think Faith is very bright.  

“Yeah, I kinda got that.  Look I’ll be there in an hour,” and then the line goes dead.  Like I said, I’m pretty sure he’s used to getting his way.  

I take his chaps out to the register and get to the normal day to day work of the store: stocking, straightening, cleaning and waiting on customers.  I’m cutting up boxes when I see Jordan parked next to the dumpsters.  I don’t know how long he’s sitting there watching me cut up boxes and stuffing them in the dumpster.  He notices me noticing him and gets out of the car.  He walks over to me in three long strides and maneuvering me into the dumpster coral. 

“You owe me something,” he says with a smile.

“Yeah?  What?” 

“This,” he says bending down and kissing me.  His lips are soft and warm, his mouth tastes like coffee.  He deepens the kiss and stubble brushes my cheek, he hasn’t shaved.  I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, one hand slipping up into his hair, it’s soft and silky, I would kill to have hair the texture of his.  I feel warm all over.  I realize I’m actually trying to climb him, my arms and legs wrapped around him.  It’s a bit embarrassing, this is not me.

“Fuck,” I say, breaking the kiss. 

“I would so love to, but I have to go to work,” his voice is a little different then yesterday; softer, slower, husky and it sounds like his from somewhere I just can’t figure out where exactly.  

“Yeah me too.” 

“You like sushi?” 

“No, not really,” I reply starting to disentangle myself, getting my feet on the ground.

“Oh good. I don’t either,” he says and kisses me again.  I want to climb him like a tree.

“Then why did you ask?” 

“Thought we should go to dinner,” then more kissing. 

“The bar around the corner makes great burgers, we could go there.”

“Sounds good,” he bites my bottom lip.  I feel like I’ve been electrocuted, “When do you get off work?”

Nine thirty, meet you at ten?  It’s called M.R. Docs.”

“Good,” He disentangles himself, “Ten is good.  M.R. Docs.  I should let you get back to your boxes.”

“Sure.  And Jordan?”


“I don’t date carpetbaggers.”

“I don’t date townies,” he says with a smile.

“Then I guess we aren’t dating,” I say watching him start towards the store.  

“Guess not.  See you at ten.”


( 13 comments — Leave a comment )
May. 22nd, 2007 07:10 pm (UTC)
awww.... me likie! :D
May. 22nd, 2007 11:03 pm (UTC)
thanks. The next thing she started, starts off "we've been not dating for months now"
May. 23rd, 2007 01:45 am (UTC)
LOL!! ;)
May. 23rd, 2007 11:26 am (UTC)
I can't help it - I got to be funny right?
May. 23rd, 2007 02:18 pm (UTC)
heheh... you are funny. :D
May. 24th, 2007 12:02 am (UTC)
you know I don't try to be, right?
May. 24th, 2007 02:05 am (UTC)
uhm... no?
May. 24th, 2007 11:33 pm (UTC)
yeha this whole "beign funny' thing - it's totaly new... it started with me tripping and saying things like "wow I'm an idiot" and kinda grew from there...
May. 25th, 2007 12:53 am (UTC)
interesting.... ;)
May. 25th, 2007 11:33 am (UTC)
I suposes
May. 25th, 2007 04:15 pm (UTC)
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May. 28th, 2007 08:06 pm (UTC)
You know - "the boy" (as he's called in my house) seems to turn up in everything I write now...

this stroy is comming in short little bits.. I have a 2 page story that happens about 6 months after this and about 5 pages that I think happens 2 years after this. It's weird the way it's comming. Much more like my Supernatural fiction then things I normaly write.
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May. 28th, 2007 10:42 pm (UTC)
my writing style is "blank page linear" I never know where I'm going and have no outline... once I know where it's going I stop. I normaly get abotu 6 pages in and figure out where I'm going and say "OK I'm done now"

It's odd to have it bounce around the way it is - right now everything is in a 2 year span...

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