Nadia had a breathy little girl voice. Kurt listened as Nadia complained about the laundry-mat five blocks away and silently cursed Donna for not letting their tenant use their washing machine and dryer. He also silently tried to mentally will his erection down as both Nadia’s voice and her pregnancy fueled his lustful imagination.
“Listen, uh, Valentine’s Day is this Sunday; Ms. Donna and me? We’ll actually be going out and celebrating on Saturday; you got any idea how many places ain’t open on Sundays?” Kurt said.
“Mr. Kurt, it’s freezing out here and I’m ’bout pee on myself,” Nadia cut into his monologue.
“Huh? Oh! Sorry; yeah, when I get going,” Kurt agreed. Anyway, I need a place to hide her stuff; Donna will tear the house apart looking for it. Can I hide it in your apartment?
“Oh, absolutely,” Nadia agreed then scampered into her apartment.
“God damn, would just love to tear…” Kurt mumbled, walking back down the stairs.
Nadia worked at one of the Burns & Burns Grocers grocery store on Kurt’s route. Bobby Setters, the general manager had been the one to approach Kurt about his garage apartment.
Looking at the cute eighteen year old girl, Kurt agreed that the apartment was available. Hearing the girl’s story, Kurt decided he’d not charge her the security deposit.
According to Bobby, Nadia had grown up in a succession of foster homes and the various apartments and rusted trailers that her meth-addicted mother bounced around in. Myndee University offered the girl a ‘Hardship’ scholarship and she moved from DeGarde, Louisiana to Myndee, Arkansas.
Overwhelmed and isolated, the naïve girl had struggled mightily to overcome years of conditioning to fail, to no avail. This situation coupled with her upbringing made the four foot eleven inch cutie susceptible to the false words of Jason James Ulbrithe. She eagerly spread her chubby thighs for her new boyfriend and screamed out as he tore her hymen with one brutal thrust.
“Thanks for the piece of ass, bitch,” Jason laughed, wiping his sticky cock with her frayed gray-white panties. “See ya!”
Disillusioned, Nadia dropped out of college. A kindly pastor gave Nadia a hot shower, a filling meal, and a bed to sleep in. One of the volunteers of Reverend Dimbel put Nadia in touch with Bobby Setters, getting her the job at the grocery store. Then Reverend Dimbel gently informed Nadia that he needed the bed for another wretched soul; she needed to move on.
Friday, February 12th, Nadia smiled as she opened the door for Kurt Schnauder. Kurt felt his cock stiffen at the sight of her ‘lounging’ outfit of snug tee shirt and gray flannel shorts. The tee shirt advertised 92.9 K.I.T.N., a local radio station. The material was thin and Kurt could see the dark shadows of Nadia’s half-dollar sized areolae through the tee shirt. Her slight paunch was visible; the hem of the tee shirt rolled up over her pregnant belly. He saw Nadia’s nipples constrict and harden when the chilly air hit her.
When Nadia turned to give him room to enter her apartment, Kurt saw the bottom halves of her full buttocks peeking from the bottom of her shorts. Kurt was glad his hands were full; he didn’t know if he’d be able to resist squeezing and fondling those delectable hillocks of flesh.
“You working when tomorrow?” Kurt asked as he put the heavy leaded crystal vase with the nine red roses and one white rose onto her small table.
“Saturday? Mm, Six thirty ’til, I get out there at three thirty. Same like today,” Nadia said.
“I like your hair like that,” Kurt said, indicating her ponytail.
“Thanks; it needs washing bad,” Nadia confessed. “Probably do it tomorrow night.”
“Well, it’s cute like that,” Kurt said, placing the large box of chocolates and the large card onto the table next to the flowers.
“Why you got, mm, nine red and one white rose?” Nadia asked.
“That’s the nine years we been married,” Kurt explained. “The white one’s for the years to come.”
“Aw, I wish…” Nadia said, then clammed up.
“Kurt placed the jewelry box on top of the chocolates and looked at the cute girl. He saw moisture forming in the corners of her big brown eyes. Before he could ask about the impending tears, she abruptly turned and entered the bathroom. The door slammed shut and Kurt sighed then left the apartment.
The next morning, Donna woke Kurt by gripping his morning erection. When he was awake, she rolled a condom onto his cock then rolled onto her back and spread her legs. After Kurt had spurted into his condom, Donna wiggled out of bed and pulled on her robe.
A moment later, Kurt could smell the bacon sizzling and smiled. Donna was making her breakfast specialty; French toast sandwiches.
Kurt had brought home a loaf of Spuntzin’s Bakery Original Recipe. The white bread was sliced thick, just as the original loaves had been sliced.
(Ronnie Spuntzin had set the slicer to make thicker slices so people would use up their loaf of bread quicker and need to buy more bread. The ploy worked very well; many customers preferred the thicker slices to the other breads available on the grocer’s shelves.)
Donna used three jumbo eggs and whisked in a half teaspoon of vanilla extract, a half teaspoon of cinnamon and a heaping tablespoon of brown sugar along with one quarter cup of half and half.
Donna would dredge four slices of the thick bread through this egg custard then fried them on both sides until golden. Then a dollop of maple syrup went on one piece of bread and was topped with four pieces of bacon, a sunny side up fried egg went on top of the bacon, then the second piece of French toast completed the sandwich.
When he could smell Donna’s far too weak coffee, Kurt pulled on his boxers and his robe. A moment later Donna called up the stairs that breakfast was ready.
After eating the unhealthy, cholesterol and sugar laden meal, Kurt cleaned up the kitchen. Donna was less than meticulous in her cleaning and Kurt did not want cockroaches invading his mother’s home. Finishing the task, Kurt turned and saw Donna waiting expectantly for her Valentine’s Day gifts or gifts. With a smile, he told her he’d be right back and trotted up the stairs to their bedroom.
Kurt slipped on a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt and reached for his keys. The keys were not in the small ceramic dish he normally kept them in. He had made that dish for his mother at a summer camp when he was eight years old.
Entering their bathroom, Kurt opened the hamper and ground his teeth in frustration. He saw a damp towel on top of their clothes. Donna knew he hated when she put wet towels into the hamper with their clothes. It would be fine if she washed their clothes on a regular basis, but she did not. She usually waited until the clothes were spilling out before she washed a load of clothes.
Moving aside the skirt Donna had worn to work on Friday, Kurt found his work khakis. And, pulling the trousers from the hamper, a pair of bright red thongs fell out of the hamper and onto the floor.
The crotch of the intimate apparel was crusty. Kurt picked them up and studied the panties carefully. He knew he had never seen these panties before; Donna always screamed insults at Kurt whenever he mentioned he’d like to see her in a pair of thongs. Even if her buttocks were a little larger than they’d been when they’d met, he still liked Donna’s ass.