Mobile Coffin Videos
Jess discovers her boss's secret and makes him her slave.
I was in shorts and a T-shirt, as even at 6 pm it was still over 90 degrees F. We walked to the hole in the wall 5 blocks from her house.
"This place serves excellent Chinese food," Mama K said approvingly.
"That's why it's one of my favorites," I smiled. The conversation and the meal were both quite nice, and I found myself wondering why no one had asked out Mama K before.
"I had a good time," she informed me as I deposited her back at her door.
"I'm very glad," I grinned. "Shall we have another date tomorrow evening? I'll cook for you."
"Is this your way of trying to get me into your house?" she smirked.
I blushed. "Well, I suppose it would have that effect."
"You can't fool Mama K," she chuckled. "I accept. But understand that there will not be sex afterwards just because you cooked me dinner."
"Since you brought up the subject," I inquired, "what would be a way to get to the sex afterwards?" My tone was half-joking.
"Have a few more dates first," she giggled.
That seemed very reasonable. I cooked up grilled chicken, baked potatoes, a side salad and home-baked cookies for dessert.
"You are a good cook," Mama K approved.
"You inspire me," I told her.
"I know I said no sex," Mama K laughed, "but I didn't say there wouldn't be any kissing." She stood up, walked over, and gave me a short but sweet kiss. "You're not a bad guy, Phil. I honestly thought I was off dating for life."
That caught my attention. Was I going to learn a bit about Mama K's past?
"My partner, like yours, died a few years back. He was the last scion of a rich family, and left me everything in his will. That's why I was able to buy the house outright and why I don't have to work and earn money."
"I'm sorry to hear that he died."
"Got into an argument with some guys outside the Below Zero Lounge one night. Just because he was rich didn't mean he didn't enjoy the club life. That's actually where I met him, that club. But on this day, there were some rowdy white boys causing trouble. When he told them where they could stick their attitude, one of them pulled a gun. The medical examiner said death was instantaneous."
"Ouch. Did they catch the fucker?"
"They didn't have to. One of the white boys told the guy who shot that he'd crossed the line and shot HIM dead on the spot. The security camera at the entrance door caught the whole thing. Then the remaining white boys hightailed it out of there."
All I could say was, "Wow. That's crazy. And sad."
"And that is when I got the hell out of Ohio and came here," Mama K concluded.
I hugged her for a good few minutes. She had just revealed a very painful part of herself to me. That showed a lot of trust.
After I returned her to her house, I went online and found some news reports about the incident. It had indeed gone down exactly as Mama K had described it. The next evening, I told her about my research.
"And you still want to date me, and eventually have sex with me?" she asked.
"Yes on both," I replied. "You're very nice and a beautiful woman."
"And you're very sweet," she responded.
Our next date was at a public park. It was fun holding Mama K's hand (and kissing her about once every 5 minutes) as we sat on a bench. We purchased food from one of the vendors and called it dinner.
We went to a play next. The Mountain View Performing Arts Center was about a mile off, and we walked it. The play -- "Big River" -- was based on The Adventures Of Huckleberry Finn, and was greatly enjoyable.
Mama K was able to pull some strings the next weekend and get two tickets for us to see Garrison Keillor do a live show. The outdoor amphitheater was packed. We laughed so hard that I thought I was going to crack a rib. "I'm glad you enjoy this kind of humor," Mama K told me. "Most young people wouldn't."
The opera was next up.