Still Waters

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Still Waters

Book 3



Chapter 2



That music was getting to be really annoying. Couldn’t Mike see that she was trying to sleep? She rolled over, trying to push him out of bed, only he wasn’t there. She opened her eyes to find it still dark, not unusual, Mike worked nights. He got up after dark, and worked till mid day morning. Then he’d come home, make love to her before she’d go to work, then go to bed himself. Sometimes she’d have a meal waiting for him already cooked, or he’d have to heat it in the microwave.


“Mike,” she called still half asleep, “turn the radio down…”


There was no answer, and the radio continued to play.


She opened her eyes yet again, and as the fog of sleep began to lift, she realized that Mike wasn’t there, and hadn’t been there for some time. Again the pain of his absence hit her, as she turned off her alarm clock and crawled out of her bed. How could she forget something like that? True it’s been a year, but still. She threw the covers back on her bed, pulling on her jogging pants, heavy sweat shirt, socks and shoes. Then she went to the kitchen and hastily made a cup of coffee. While waiting for the water to boil, she made another round of her small apartment sized house. The living room was decorated in wicker deck furniture, evidence of the frames needing repair were plain to see by the fanning of the bamboo, and cracked support posts.


The kettle finally switched off, she made her coffee, grabbed her schedule sheet from the fridge door, and a pre-packed bag by the door, and left. The neighborhood was quiet. But then…what did you expect at half past one in the morning? Tucking her bag behind the seat of her run down pick up, she started it up and rattled down the street.


Everyone hated her truck, and with good reason. It was held together with spit and a prayer, not to mention duck tape and tack welds. But right now it was all she could afford. If things went well over the next few days, she wouldn’t need it any more, nor the shit job she was doing now.


A few miles form home, just on the edge of the city, she pulled into a gas station. After fueling up, she parked at the side, with others that were waiting in their cars as well, and went over her schedule again.


She had a 45 minute window from when she finished this job, till she had to be at her first interview. Just enough time. Luckily she had several interviews that morning, all close together. So she could park the stupid truck out of the way and walk to each appointment.


She then double checked the money she had set aside for lunch, and made sure the blanket she had was still in the bag. Good. Her lunch date was all set.


“Aubrey! You’re up!”


She waved her hand to the man on the back of the cargo truck that had pulled up a few minutes before, and pulled her truck across the back of it.


“Sorry Brian,’ she said. “Just trying to stay organized.”


“Well keep your head in the game while you’re out tonight. You missed three customers.”


“I didn’t miss anyone Brian. I keep telling you. Follow me if you don’t believe me.”


“No. I got better things planned. So, what gives?”


She set her Newspaper bundles in the back of her truck and looked over the messages sheets. “These are all on rout 67,” she said. “There’s only three houses that I deliver to, one right after the other, there’s no way I can fuck it up that bad.”


“Thos guys on the ATVs still giving your shit?”


“Every fucking night…give me some sleeves will ya?”


“I’ll get onto the police again. Maybe get the rangers involved,” he stated, handing her a stack of slippery slender bags, just big enough for a folded News Paper to slide into. “That ought to shake ‘em up.”


“I wouldn’t count on it. Gotta run.”


“Got a date today?”


“Yeah, with the greatest man in my life. Bye!”


It wasn’t long before she’d had half the news papers bagged and she was speeding down the roads, heading for homes owned by people who had the good sense to be asleep at this ungodly hour.


One by one out they’d fly, over the cab roof, across the decks and stairs of the new owners, most hardly aware that she’d been and gone till they got up looking for their stupid paper.


‘Why do people read these?’ she continually asked herself, noting yet another front page picture of a killer, with a twisted wrecked police car in the background. ‘They’re just full of bad news. Geeze, not even the comics are funny anymore.’


Another bundle rolled and bagged, she cut across some farmer’s field, scaring away a coyote or two looking for an easy meal, if you want to call a beef cow easy for an animal hardly the size of a German Sheppard.


She found her opening along the steep ditch, where the land crowned just enough for her to launch the truck over the trench, and head left up to the house. The first time she did it she nearly flipped the truck. Now several weeks experience behind her, she could leap her truck without so much as a twinge in her stomach.


Again she tossed the paper to the house, a solid smack against the door. Poor guy was hard of hearing anyway. Off down the drive and back onto the main road. But as she began to pick up speed, she noticed headlights in her mirrors popping up out of the ditch, and swerving all over the road.


“Oh shit!”


There were at least five ATVs, and from what she could tell when one or two would get close enough, one at least had two people aboard.


“COME ON BITCH!” shouted one of the drivers, “LETS HAVE SOME FUN!!!”


“Get lost you little shit!” she mumbled under her breath, as she jerked the wheel over and cut two of them off from passing her.


“WHAT’S THE MATTER, DON’T YOU WANT TO PLAY WITH US?!!” Another rider started hitting the back of her truck with what sounded like a bat, and she swerved to knock them off as well.


“You jerks are just asking for it aren’t you?” she laughed, as she swerved her truck once more, and three of the ATVs went off the road. “GOTCHA!!! So long suckers.” And she continued on her way.






After the initial incident with the ATVs, there was little other problems, other than her truck nearly breaking down on several occasions. Now, just after dawn, almost about seven am, she pulled her truck off on an old dirt road, heading into a series of dried up riverbeds. She stopped at a small run off area, where a pipe stuck out overhead, with clear water pouring out the end at a good rate. Cautiously she looked around, making sure there weren’t any observers, she then pulled out her duffle bag, laying out her dress, shoes, a towel, soap, shampoo and conditioner. Taking one last look around, she quickly disrobed, and stepped under the stream of water. Quickly she soaped up and rinsed, fresh though the water may have been, it was FUCKING COLD! She washed and conditioned her hair, and was drying her hair all within twenty minutes. Quite a feet for any woman to do.


A fresh set of underclothes, she pulled on her dress, and slipped her feet into her shoes. Her night time job clothes stuffed into the duffle bag and stashed behind the seat, she jumped into the truck and was heading off back to town. With any luck, the wind coming in her open window would dry her hair enough by the time she got to her first appointment.


Back in town she parked the truck on a side street, took a large envelope, her purse with her money in it, and headed off down the street. Her first interview she dismissed right away, it was at a strip bar. The lawyers would not look kindly on her working in a place like that, nor would the judge that she would soon have to appear before. The next two places were convenience stores, where she applied as a counter clerk at both. Neither supervisor, or boss, was too optimistic of her chances of even getting a second interview. The last place was a restaurant and bar, she’d seen the ad in the paper, and address, but CD’s bar wasn’t what she’d expected. It was the first place that her husband had taken her for dinner before they were married.


For the longest while she just stood at the window, staring at the huge painted letters of the establishment’s name, remembering that night, nearly seven years prior. Mike had wanted to treat her to a special dinner, and she wanted to tell him something very important. Neither of them had the chance to say much of anything in the dinner. Either the waitress kept interrupting, or the server brought their food, or took away the empty plates, then there was the loud music from the live band that was playing that night. So Mike took her out of the city, to a quiet park not far from her home. It was there that he had her lay out over two of the swings and made love to her, using the swings to move her body back and forth on his flesh.


When they both came down from their mutual release, he asked her to marry him, eagerly she said yes. Then she told him he was to be a father, and he surprised her to say that he’d already known. They’d been pretty much inseparable after that, though her parents weren’t too happy with her decision.
A well to do family, owning several business which included a construction company, office supplies stores, two grocery stores of the same chain, and of course, several apartment buildings that their construction company had built. Her mother and father disowned her when they learned of her marriage, and when they learned of her baby, they wanted nothing to do with either of them.


Which made the current situation all the more puzzling.


“Hey!”


Aubrey jumped at the sharp voice yelling from the door.


“You coming in or just gona stand there all day?”


“Ah, yeah, sorry…just…thinking, that’s all.” She pushed her feelings aside, and followed the older man inside. “I’m looking for Cd Parker, the owner. I’m here to apply for the waitress position that was in the paper.”


“Well, I’m Cd,” the old man stated, glancing her up and down from behind his glasses. “And I’m still taking applications. You have any experience?”


“Well, not officially. I worked at my son’s day school, serving lunches there. I figure if you can survive 70 screaming four year-olds a bunch of adults shouldn’t be a problem.”


“Sounds like you had your hands full.”


“There were a number of us, but still we felt understaffed. I filled in where I could.”


“Can you mix drinks from memory?”


“No, but I can read quickly, and I know the difference between a half cup and a shot glass. I’ve done my own cooking in the past as well. I brought my resume, my cell number is the easiest to reach me.”


The man took the paper she handed, rubbing his hand through his thick mustache. “I’ll take a more in depth look at it later. Right now, I’m getting things ready for the lunch time rush.”


“Do you know how long that will be? Before the interview that is.”


He looked at her. “Problem?”


“Well, I’m working in a job right now that takes a lot of my energy. I’d like to start a new job before I give that one up. I also need a more stable schedule. I have some legal issues that need to be addressed, and having a more stable position with better pay, would go better with the judge.”


“Legal issues?”


“Family court, nothing criminal. But you can check that out for yourself.”


“I’ll keep that in mind.”


“If there’s anything else you need to know…”


“Not right now, but if you want to stay for lunch to see what you’re getting into, I can recommend the chilly, I make a damn good chilly.”


“Thanks, but chilly powder gives me a rash.”


“Food allergies?”


“Not unless I eat them. Being around them doesn’t seem to bother me.”


“Good enough. I better get to work. You have a seat or whatever you want, I’ll give you a call when I narrow down my choices.”


“Thank you for your time.” Somehow she felt that the old man’s enthusiasm, or lack of, didn’t instill any confidence in her chances.


Not wanting to relive any more old feelings, she left, carefully sliding her remaining resumes into the envelope they came from, heading back to her truck. It lunch time coming up, she’d just enough time to pick up some food for her pick-nick, before heading out.


As she turned her final corner, she failed to notice the five men behind her, who’d followed her from CD’s Bar. One tapped his friend’s chest, who nodded and seemed to lag behind to stand guard at the entrance to the side street, where Aubrey had turned down to get to her vehicle. The remaining four quickened their pace.






Not having much luck the night before, and a meal of a skinny runner beast in stead of the juicy animal he would have had, Kal returned to the ship to rest, though rest was far from coming. Most of the time he spent with his nose pressed hard to the mattress, taking in the faint female scent that remained in the fabric. Finally unable to tolerate the frustrations he was building in himself, he headed out once more, only this time he headed to the main city center, hoping to have better luck.


He watched with great interest as more and more of the populous came to life. Many arriving in the long mass transport vehicles, that spewed choking smoke and dust behind them as they rattled down the city lanes. Dozens of the females were dressed in tight fitting clothes. Dresses or half dresses that showed their lower legs, some even above their knees, others even higher. Their legs were covered in some tight fitting colored nylon fabric that hid the minor flaws of their skin. Too many, for his liking, wore the foot ware that had the tall skinny points under the foot heel, raising the female’s natural stature at least half a hand span then was called for.


They all seemed to be rushing, grabbing paper cups of hot beverages and round breads from small stands and shops along the way to their destinations. Many disappeared into the tall buildings where there were no residents, while others rushed into the commerce centers, selecting things to purchase with the odd “money” El had told him about. Some females had younglings with them. Many still in their soiling cloths, while others were well above the age of hunt training, all screaming for attention, or wanting what they saw in the shop windows.


Several times he had to restrain himself, as a few females toting their children along with them, would either scream at the little ones to be quiet or move faster, or slap them for no reason other than wanting to ask to go to the facility to relieve themselves. It was these females he dismissed as prospects right away.


It was nearing the mid day, many more of the Oomans turned out, going to the food establishments to eat. Again he examined the skinny females with the skinny heeled shoes, finding some to be either in the early stages of pregnancy, or rushing to meet their prospective mates, kissing them as they met on the side of buildings before entering.


It was during one of these observations that he noticed a young red haired female, wearing a short dress that fit her very well, but left a respectful length from her hips to her knees. Though the fabric didn’t hold tight to her body, it didn’t flail out like a billowing parachute for descending probes either. Her figure was modest, not totally skinny, but not overly plump either. Her breasts were full, but not overly large for her size. He found her to be quite appealing, but he wanted to see her face before he made any final decisions. From his roof top position all he could see was the top of her head, and a bit of her cleavage down the top of her dress, which he didn’t find all too disappointing at all. As he shifted position he noticed five other males coming down the laneway, four of which quickening their pace as one remained behind. He knew this formation. He’d broken up several like it on the ship during his early years as a guard, before being granted the right to lead hunts on his own.


Many Ooman females, when faced with this predicament, would scream, cry, and give in to their attackers. He wondered if the female they followed would do the same. In a single leap, he made it across to the next building, rushing to the opposite side, just in time.






The first one grabbed her arms and pinned her to the truck, knocking the wind out of her before she could scream. The others surrounded their friend, blocking the view of any passersby.


“Hey, good lookin’, you got some sugar for me?”


“If you knew what was good for you,” she gasped, “you’d back the fuck off right now!”


“Or what?” he asked, scenting her perfumed hair. “You’ll throw a hissy fit, and hurt me?”


“Oh I’ll do more than hurt you,” she warned. “I’ll make sure you can’t get it up for a month! NOW LET ME GO!!!”


One of the men beside her leaned close, blowing his cigarette smoke in her face, trying to reach up under her dress. “Let’s just see how well you can do that, when I get in there.”


She side kicked, and caught his knee, quickly she braced her leg against her truck and pushed. The one behind her wasn’t prepared, or he was but not good enough. His foot caught on a crack in the pavement, and he fell, taking her with him. She scrambled away, kicking out at the other three as they grabbed at her dress. She reached under her truck and pulled out the steel bat she kept there, and swung out.


“WHOW!!! KITTENS GOT CLAWS!!!” stated the one who touched her. “Come on sweetie, let’s see what you got!” He made a grab for the bat, but she ducked, and stabbed the wider end into his stomach, forcing the air from his lungs, then quickly she jabbed the opposite end into the groin of one of his buddies that was coming up behind her.


However, before she could come around and go after one of the other two, the man who first grabbed her took the bat from her, kicking her arm hard to loosen her grip. The two wounded men grabbed both her arms, and held her still between them, the remaining two approached, both wearing smug smiles. “Looks like kitten is all out of steam. We’ll have some fun now, and…if you’re still conscious, you’ll understand why.”


“FUCK YOU!!!” she shouted.


“No, that’s what we’re gona do to you. Over and over…get the picture.” The man tossed the bat away, but the common sound of the steel bat hitting the concrete never came. A sudden foreboding came over all of them, as they looked down the street, their sights resting on the one who’d caught the flying bat.


And just from the look of him, the men knew they were in trouble.






Kal moved down the building to get a better look at the female. She had promise as a fighter. Though her outfit afforded little space to hide personal weapons, she noticed a children’s striking stick hidden under a nearby vehicle. Knowing she could not defeat the males hand to hand, she opted to improve her chances with a weapon. Not very honorable, should she be a male, but even female Yautja were not commonly as strong as the males and often were allowed a non lethal weapon in a fight with a male. But as her fight progressed, it became clear that she was no warrior.


Quickly disarmed, the lead male moved in, his two bruised companions grabbing the female to restrain her for their use.


“FUCK YOU!!!” she’d shouted, obviously not impressed with what the male was saying, defiant to the last.


‘Admirable,’ he thought.


Then the male tossed the striking stick in his direction. As it was caught before hitting the ground, he could see the demeanor of the four males change dramatically, with the realization of the new situation.




They were in big trouble.