Garret © Copyright, LdyJessika, 2000
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Garret watched her sitting at the diner counter drinking her usual
cup of coffee. He watched her while she never looked to her right or to
her left. She sat as if the world was not around her, as she sipped her
coffee. The diner had opened at 4 am and per usual at 4:15 he heard the
front door opening and she walked in. Her voice was always pleasant but
distant, "Hi Garret, is it too early for a cup of coffee?" He
would laugh, "Hasnít been too early for the last six months that
youíve asked the same question, Kimberly."
Pouring her a cup of coffee Garret went over to the front door and
checked the sign. He noticed her looking at his action and he explained,
"Sign in the window says Iím closed today to take inventory. I
close the diner once every six months." He saw her quickly getting
up and apologizing. He quickly said, "NO! Itís okay, Kim. You can
sit while I do all this counting of spoons and other utensils.
Her eyes looked haunted and her voice said in a lower tone, "I
canít sleep. I have nightmares and getting out of the house helps. The
walk to town across the field makes me relax."
Garret watched her holding the coffee cup in both hands as if warming
her palms. He also noticed her shoulder length auburn hair and hazel
eyes. He estimated her age to be late 40's. He had asked another
customer and had found out she was divorced, inherited the house a year
ago from an Aunt, moved to town from the city, and always stayed to
herself. Garret had followed her a few times through the small town they
lived in and she never seemed to stay at any store for a length of time,
other than his diner. She was always pleasant to the other storeowners
but very aloof when anyone asked her personal questions.
Walking back behind the counter he poured himself a cup of coffee and
leaned on the counter in front of her. "Kim, if youíre not busy
for the next few hours can you help me counting stock in the back room?
But, if youíre busy Iíll understand."
Her haunted eyes looked outside at the dark sky where streaks of the
morning were trying to break through, banishing the night. "Well, I
donít want to go back outside right now. It looks like itís about to
thunder and lightening."
"Well, the weather report said itís going to rain this
morning. Kim, how about helping? Want to bring your coffee, or else you
can sit and just relax here if you prefer."
He had started toward the back stock room with two clipboards. He
smiled because she picked up her coffee cup and followed him. Handing
her a clipboard he put a box in front of her. Then, sitting cross-legged
on the floor he pulled another box from a corner and dumped silverware
in front of him onto the floor.
"Kim, I'll count the spoons and you can count forks. The knives
are three different types but in another box. I'm not sure how much
silverware I have. I'm kind of messy when it comes to keeping track,
until customers complain I set the table with two spoons and no
fork." He gazed at her looking down at the silverware and realized
she was either very nervous or didn't think his stab at humor was funny.
"Kim, look, if you'd rather not count this dusty stuff I'll
Her hazel eyes looked up from the handful of spoons she picked up and
she said, "These match the spoons and forks in a box in the attic
of the house. There are quite a few of them at the house. Do you want
Garret had always wanted to see the inside of the Vander farmhouse.
He'd heard about it his entire life from tales his parents would tell
him when they visited his Uncle. It had always belonged to the family
since they had moved to the US. The front porch had a beautiful
two-seater rocker-swing and he remembered watching an older couple at
dusk sitting in it. Then he couldn't quite remember what had happened
since he had gone into the military service. When he returned and moved
to town the house was empty and boarded up, until last year when
Kimberly Vander came to town.
His thoughts were interrupted when she repeated her question asking
him if he wanted the silverware in her house and he stammered,
"I'll pay you for them. It would nice to have sets again. Are you
She laughed and it sounded so unusual to hear her laugh, "Yes,
quite sure! I only need one of each and I don't plan on having dinner
parties of any type. I'll bring them over later if you want them."
Garret didn't look up and tried to sound indifferent when he
answered, "Well, I have to go to the market later today so how
about if I just swing by and throw the box in the back of the car ? You
can leave them on the porch if you don't want to be bothered by someone
stopping by." He counted the forks marking down the count of the
good ones and throwing away the bent ones."
Finally he heard her voice but it was low and hesitant, "Well,
the box is under quite a few others. When I moved here I had the moving
company put mine on top of them because I didn't think I'd ever need
them. Would you mind helping me move the other boxes in the attic?"
"GREAT!" Garret had blurted it out so quickly he shocked
both of them. For a moment they just looked at each other. Then he
quickly looked down saying, "I meant that's great that you'll let
me have them, and I can stop over and get them later, and get this all
She didn't say anything else and within an hour they'd finished
things up. They'd continued small talk about the diner and Garret
explained he'd inherited the diner from his Uncle who had lived alone.
At first he'd intended to sell it but then there was something about it
that made him want to open it again. At first no one in town came to eat
there and he'd thought he'd have to close it. Then one by one people had
started coming in and now he didn't travel back to New York during the
week. He explained that for a while after returning to town he'd work
part time in the city taking the train two hours round-trip. Now, he
just ran the diner and it was enough for him. He'd tried to ask her a
few questions but she didn't give him any personal information other
than she'd lived in NY and had decided to move. The only personal thing
she said was she missed her dog in the city but didn't elaborate when
asked about her dog.
He wanted to scream, move from doing what? Move, why? What did you do
in NY? What happened to your dog? But, he just listened and didn't ask
any more questions. One thing this town frowned on was asking too many
questions about each other. Gossip was plenty without having to ask
anyone anything. He figured he' wait until 3:00 when Walt would come in
for his afternoon grilled-cheese and French-fries. Walt was in his 80's
and knew everyone that had come and gone in this town.
As they finished their counting he walked her to the front door and
smiled saying, "Well, I guess I better turn this sign around and
earn some money. Iíll stop by later today about 6:00 or will that
interfere with your dinner hour?"
Kimberly chuckled, "Oh sure that will interfere with the dinner
party I was planning. That will be fine and I only have sandwiches for
dinner. I personally hate cooking but guess thatís good for your
business Ė especially those triple-decker sandwiches you serve."
She walked out the door and when she walked across the street she
turned. She saw him waving to her and laughing she waved back. Then, she
turned and jogged across the field back to her house.
Once inside her house she started to relax. It was the only place in
the past year that she felt truly safe. The house was old but in
excellent condition and only needed a few windows replaced and a new hot
water heater. All in all she felt she inherited the perfect house and
kept the furniture and style the same as the day she first entered it.
The only room she had changed was her auntís sewing room into an
office for her computer. She'd moved into her auntís bedroom keeping
the oak, four-poster bed. The house had linens, heavy quilts and
everything she'd need. The items she'd moved from New York were her
books and office equipment. The rest of her furniture and linens in her
house she couldn't take and left them. Walking into the bathroom off her
bedroom she started the water into the old, tub. One thing she loved was
the way the tub was deep and large. Only old tubs had the depth you
could sit in with water up to your shoulders. Running the hot water into
the tub Kimberly poured in her favorite scented bubble bath Ė Lilac.
As the fragrance filled the air she pulled off her jeans and shirt.
Facing the mirror she slowly unhooked her bra and let it slide slowly
over her breasts. The only extravagance she allowed herself was her
lingerie. The soft or silky feel against her body made her feel special
Ė even if she was the only one that ever knew about those feelings.
Sitting on the side of the tub she slid her black lace panties down her
legs and then stood in front of the mirror naked. Smiling at her
reflection she thought not bad for a woman her age and then slid into
the tub. The warm water caressed her body and the lilac scent titillated
her senses. Closing her eyes she let her mind and body relax to the
warmth that enveloped her.
The water was soothing and her thoughts for some unknown reason
focused on Garret. She imagined him kneeling at the side of the bathtub
and his voice in that deep tone that he had saying Ė spread your
thighs for me Kimberly.
She imagined his strong hands reaching into the water and pushing her
thighs open. His slender fingers reached for her pussy. She listened to
someone moan in pleasure and as she realized it was her moaning in
pleasure imagining his fingers sliding over her secret flesh. She heard
him telling her how heíd always wanted to sink his fingers into her
depths. To finger fuck her until her body was his. His eyes burned into
hers as her body pushed onto his fingers, feeling them start to move
within her. Looking down at her own body she knew it was her own fingers
inside her, but she still imagined him fingering her. His fingers now
moved faster and her nipples were hard and pointed. She opened her legs
flinging one over the side of the tub to spread them wider. She was
open. She was in need as she felt sensations tightening within her.
Closer and closer she climbed to that special feeling - her pussy being
stretched by three fingers. Her body arched on the feel of fingers
fucking her. The water sloshed against the sides of the tub as her
movements gyrated under the water. HigherÖcloser. Finally shifting her
hips in provocative rhythm ecstasy burst through her body. She heard
herself cry his name as a shattering orgasm raced through her system,
leaving her breathless and satisfied. Her eyes were closed as she felt
the water still lapping at her breasts and she realized the water was
cooling. Standing up in the tub she reached for the thick terry cloth
towel wrapping it around her body. Stepping from the tub she dried off.
Having been awake the previous night from nightmares she rested on her
bed falling into a peaceful sleep for the rest of the day.
Garret drove home before going to Kimberly's house. Before leaving he
called a friend of his in the city, "Jim? This is Garret. No I'm
not selling the diner and moving back but I have a friend I need some
information on." After hanging up he drove to Kimberly's and
knocked on the door.
It only took a moment and there she was. He'd expected her to answer
wearing a dress but she was in sweatpants and a large well-worn
sweatshirt. He smiled thinking of how he'd envisioned her coming to the
door in a white summer dress with her hair flowing around her shoulders.
"Uh, Garret, hello?" She'd waved her hand in front of his
"Oh, sorry Kimberly I was thinking of something. Still okay for
me to come in and get the silverware?"
Smiling she opened the door wider and stepped to the side as he
walked past her. She closed the door and asked, "Would you like a
cup of coffee? Not as good as the diner but maybe you can show me how to
make it a close second?" He followed her past the living room
noticing a rocking chair with a pile of books next to it in front of a
fireplace. The living room had old furniture in it and he thought that
perhaps she didn't have the money to purchase new things. But, as he
walked into the kitchen and saw the original surroundings he realized
she liked the things the way they'd been when she first moved into the
He asked, "Kimberly, are you planning on updating things or
keeping the house the way it is?"
He saw her bristle when she replied, "Why, is it too old for
Garret chuckled, "Down, woman! I didn't mean any harm. I like
the house the way it is. I was wondering if you did. Here, let me grind
that coffee - you don't have enough beans in the grinder to come close
to my coffee."
Laughing she handed him the grinder and sat down at the kitchen
table. "Garret, would you ever move back to the city?"
Garret looked over his shoulder at her. He liked how relaxed she
seemed sitting at her kitchen table with her chin resting on the palm of
her hand. He noticed she'd her hair pulled back in a pony-tail, and
wearing the extra large sweatshirt she looked very vulnerable. He smiled
and answered, "No, Kimberly, thatís that last place Iíll move.
In fact, I like it here and I'm not going anyplace. How about you?"
She just smirked, "Well, life has its way of changing things
that you think will never change. But, I like this house and it's mine
so I'm not planning on moving."
Putting a fresh cup of coffee in front of her he said, "Then
I'll have to make sure things don't change. You're my only early coffee
customer. I can't have my customers leaving town. Bad for the
They laughed and began to talk about the town. Suddenly Garret stood
up, "Darn, I have our sandwiches in the car . Be right back."
She waited and sipped her coffee admitting to herself that she liked
his company. When he came back into the kitchen she liked that he didnít
ask but went to the kitchen cabinet and took out two dishes putting the
sandwiches on them. Laughing she said, "Hey, make yourself at home.
The dishes are over the sink."
He grinned, "Sorry, guess I should have asked, but this is your
favorite triple-decker sandwich?" Holding the plate out as a peace
offering he smiled when she took it and eagerly started eating the
She explained, "I know I look like Iím starving but I took a
bath and then fell asleep until fifteen minutes before you knocked on
the door. I didnít eat all day and I'm just famished."
Garret grinned, "And here I thought it's the way I made a triple
decker! Well, then, eat up and if youíre still tired we can go get the
silverware another day." He grinned even wider when she said she
wanted him to stay and that it was nice to finally have someone in the
kitchen to share a sandwich.
They finished dinner with small talk about their houses - what he was
fixing at his house and what repairs were needed to hers. Then, standing
up Kimberly took the plates and placed them in the kitchen sink. Turning
to him she said, "Iíll do these later. Letís get up to the
attic before it gets too dark." They proceeded up the first flight
of stairs and walking down the hallway Garret quickly glanced into the
rooms. When he past one particular room he stopped and stared into it.
He knew it had to be Kimberlyís bedroom. The old oak posts on the bed
and the feminine cover and pillows reminded him of her.
He heard her whisper close to him, "Not very impressive but it
was my Auntís and I love the room."
His thoughts were that it was very impressive. Not wanting to make an
issue and having the urge to pull her into her bedroom he continued
walking. When they came to the middle of the hall she turned to him and
asked if he could reach the trap door that pulled down the staircase to
Glancing at the ceiling he reached the handle and in a moment they
were climbing the stairs into the attic. The attic seemed like a portal
into the past. All the original extra furniture was still there and
trunks of clothing. He noticed at one end was a window and there were
stacks of boxes from floor to rafter. He asked, "Is the silverware
over at that end?" When she nodded he walked to the back corner of
the attic and started lifting the boxes until he found one marked
"Diner." He wondered why it was labeled diner when to his
knowledge her Aunt and Uncle had never owned a diner. Dragging the box
to the middle of the floor he opened it finding everything neatly
wrapped and in sets. He asked, "Kimberly, did your Aunt and her
husband ever own a diner?"
Her reply surprised him when she explained that he wasnít her Auntís
husband but her Auntís brother that had always lived at the house. Her
Aunt and Uncle used to laugh that the town had thought they were
married, but it kept the town from bothering them with eligible men and
women so they never told anyone. Plus having the same last name had made
the town think they were married rather than brother and sister.
Kimberly knew that her Aunt had loved someone because of entries her
Aunt had made in a diary she'd kept but she never mentioned a name in
As they sat on the attic floor going through the boxes marked
"diner" it was clear that the boxes belonged to Garretís
diner. Kimberly remarked, "I guess my Aunt was storing all of this
for your Uncle and he never came to get any of it and then things
happened and it stayed here in the attic. Iím glad youíre taking
them so they go to their rightful place."
The sun was setting and Garret knew heíd have to leave soon. There
was something about Kimberly that made him want to stay in this house.
There was something about the house that felt familiar and comfortable.
"Well, Kimberly, I guess I should take this box downstairs to the
She was startled, "I didnít mean to keep you. Iím so sorry,
I forget time when I come up here to the attic." Quickly standing
up she headed for the stairs before Garret could explain. Sheíd
already gone down the stairs into the living room when he came in
carrying the carton.
"Kimberly, can I come back in if I take this out to the car and
talk more with you?"
She looked up from the couch, "Why?"
Garret stood there and for once in his life wouldnít back down,
"Because I find you interesting, Iíd like to talk more and I like
your company. So, how about it?"
He stood there shuffling from foot to foot waiting for her answer. He
could see she was thinking over what heíd said - she finally said
He walked over to the chair by the fireplace and looked up at the
mantle. He noticed pictures of her aunt and uncle and then he noticed
the dual frames that were heart shaped. Standing up he walked over and
looked at a picture of his uncle looking back from one heart and the
other had his uncle with his arm around a woman. Turning to her he said,
"Do you know who this man is?"
Kimberly stood up and looking at the small pictures in the frame had
no idea who the man was, but since it was there she hadnít removed it.
Garret said, "Thatís my uncle. The owner of the diner!"
Kimberly looked at him with an astonished look on her face then said,
"That's my Aunt. Come with me. In my auntís bedroom is another
He followed her into the bedroom and sat down on her bed as she
rummaged under it coming up with a shoebox full of mementos and
pictures. "Here, Garret, look through this and see if it refers to
Garret opened the shoebox and immediately recognized his uncle with
his arm around a woman as they stood on the porch. It was this house.
"Kimberly, is that your aunt in this picture too?"
They began to go through the letters and realized that her aunt and
his uncle had been lovers for years. What they couldnít figure out was
why they'd kept it a secret. Neither of them had been married and they
couldnít think of a reason that theyíd have to meet in secret.
Garret said heíd ask a few discreet questions in town but that heíd
make sure not to raise any suspicions. As they were studying the
contents of the shoebox their shoulders touched - neither moved away.
Garret was reading a letter when he said, "This is interesting what
this letter says. Iím very attracted to her and know that weíd make
a wonderful couple. I only need her to realize that I want her."
Kimberly grabbed the letter from his hand, "Iíve never read
that Ė wow, thatís interesting that she'd never realized it?"
As she read the letter it was about moving from the city and didnít
mention anything of what Garret had just read. Looking up from the
letter at him he turned his face away from her.
He said, "Sorry, that wasnít fair of me but I just wanted you
to know how much I like you." He could see that was the wrong thing
to say and that she suddenly got very distant. Standing up she grabbed
the shoebox and put it back under the bed and said in a formal tone,
"This is being snoopy into the past and we shouldnít be doing it.
Weíd better go back to the living room and I think it would be a good
idea if we called it a night."
Garret said fine and instead of following her into the living room
walked out the front door getting into his car without saying goodnight.
He drove back to his diner and called his friend Jim to see if he ran a
check on Kimberly. Luckily it turned out she wasnít a wanted felon or
anything just a messy divorce case. What his friend did find out was
that she had a dog that her ex-husband refused to let her take with her
and the veterinarian recalled that the dog had been a gift to her from
her Aunt. Garret was amazed Jim could find this all out in a few hours
but then found out it was all in Court records and Jimís girlfriend
worked at the Court. The only reason Jimís girlfriend remembered the
case without looking it up was because of the dog and how a woman named
Kimberly broke down crying and only wanted the dog and nothing else. Her
husband's attorney used her only wanting the dog to prove she was
unstable and unrealistic. She'd also known the woman had a nervous
breakdown but that was all she had remembered other than she was so mad
she could hardly do the stenography for the case..
Garret hung up the phone and drove back to Kimberlyís. Banging on
the door she finally opened it up. She thought he looked like a crazed
person and asked, "Garret, what happened? You look mad enough to
Garret looked into her eyes and said, "I might just punch
someone if I have to but not you. I need to know only one thing Ė Do
you like me at all? Even the smallest bit?"
Kimberly thought maybe he was ill with fever and she hadnít
realized it before, "Garret, come in and sit down! Iíll get you a
glass of water or tea or something!"
"Iím fine, Kimberly, just answer the question. Please, a lot
rides on your answer!"
They were standing on the dark porch and he took a step closer
placing his hand on her shoulder, "Please, Kim, it's really
important that I know the answer."
Kimberly was shocked but could see how urgent it was to him,
"Well, we've known each other about a year but you don't know very
much about me. You may not like me after this but before I moved here I
had a nervous breakdown and my husband left me. I was hospitalized and
not very much of a wife. Also he kept my dog and I was so upset that I
took my car and ran it through the front gate of the house when he
wouldn't let me in and then I got arrested."
Garret only said, "Do you like me and whose dog is it?"
Kimberly laughed, "Yes, and mine."
Garret pulled her against him, "Kimberly, I love dogs. I love
all kinds of animals and no one takes a dog away from its rightful
owner. Come on we're going to get your dog first and then we'll talk
Grabbing her by the hand he pulled her toward the car . She tripped
down a stair and stammered, "You can't get onto the property and itís
over an hour to get there, what about the diner?"
Starting the car he grinned, "Diner has a sign that says be back
later - went to get a dog."
As the first hour of driving went by so did her reluctance to be with
him. They talked about her Aunt and Kimberly explained she'd found more
letters and that it seemed her Aunt and his Uncle had been very much in
love but liked their own lives.
Garret laughed and said that he thought their relative's lives were
very much entwined since the bedroom at the back of the diner was very
obviously for two people. He'd noticed that when he'd first moved in and
still had, in a box, the feminine brush and clothing that had hung in
the closet. Now he realized that it all belonged to Kimberly's Aunt.
Pulling the car off the road to grab a cup of coffee they sat in the
car drinking it. They had only about fifteen minutes left of driving and
Kimberly wanted to stop and think about what they were doing. Sitting in
the car she began to get nervous about what they were about to do and
said, "Garret we don't even know if he still has my dog or he gave
her away. He didn't really like her so I don't know why he made it
impossible for me to keep her."
Garret answered, "I had someone check - he still has her.
They're both at the house. You said he lets her out every night in about
a half hour?"
Kimberly's voice was low, "Garret - isn't this stealing? I don't
want to get arrested."
He pulled her into a hug, "Don't worry - for me this is a walk
in the park. I used to be a private investigator." Hugging her his
lips found hers and she felt warm and soft in his arms. He kissed her
slowly but when her hand gripped his arm pulling him tighter to her he
kissed her with the need in him. His hand tentatively rested on the
swell of her breast and then gently squeezed. When she sighed he knew he
wanted her to come. He wanted to hear her whisper his name. He lifted
his head and whispered, "Kim, no one can see us, please let me
He felt her answer in her body as she kissed him and pushed against
him. His hand cupped her breast and his other hand slid under her skirt.
In the back of his mind he knew they were on a mission and he didn't
want to rush, but there was no time. His hand found the leg of her
panties and his fingers slid under them to find her wet. Her whimper
letting him know it was okay filled him with pleasure. He massaged her
clit and then pushed his finger into her moist pussy. He felt her
pushing onto his fingers as she whispered to him that she had imagined
his fingers in her. In a few minutes she was whimpering his name and he
whispered, "Come for me Kimberly. Come on my fingers like I was
fucking you with my cock." He felt her arch her back and push onto
his fingers, then felt her comingÖhe continued to pump his fingers in
and out until her body quieted. Continuing to kiss and hold her he
looked into her eyes and said, "I've imagined doing this in your
attic, in my diner and in your bedroom but I sure didn't imagine my car.
I loved every minuteÖI hope you're not very upset that it was the
She smiled at him and answered, "I beat your imagination. I
imagined us in the bathtub."
He chuckled, "The bathtub? Now that sounds interesting!"
Fixing her skirt she laughed, "It was rather interesting and I'm
not sorry we just did that in the car. Sometimes things are best not
He smiled and starting the car they drove to the back gates of the
house where she used to live. He noticed she got very quiet and he could
tell she was afraid to even be back in the area. He tried to reassure
her and said, "Kim, don't worry, this won't be hard at all. Give me
your blouse so the dog recognizes the scent and put on this sweatshirt
and just wait here. You did say your dog was friendly and not a watch
Kimberly laughed, "Dixie will even tell you where the safe is if
you give her a cookie. Make it ice cream and she'll open it."
He quickly kissed her and disappeared into the surrounding bushes on
the property. Minutes passed and just as she was going to get out of the
car to go look for him she saw that the back gates were opening. She
ducked down onto the front seat when she saw two men walking out through
the gate and look down toward the car. Her mind was in a panic when she
heard the back door open. It was Garret! "Thanks, Jim. I couldn't
have pulled this off without you. Go on girl get in the car with the
blouse and look in the front seat!"
Kimberly jerked upright just as the dog picked up her scent and
jumped over to the front seat. Garret quickly got back in, started the
car and pulling out onto the street sped to the highway. He only said,
"I don't think she'll be missed for about a half hour and then we
should be a good way out of town. We made it look like she got out where
there was a break in the fence so he may just think she got out and went
Kimberly was kissing the dog and hugging her, "That would be
about right. She was always getting out of the yard and heading all
directions. Sometimes she'd be missing for days before coming
The drive back to town seemed faster then it had been to get the dog
but Garret figured that it was just their nerves now calming down. They
pulled up in front of her house and she got out with the dog. He sat in
the car not wanting to intrude but she leaned back in the car and said,
"Garret aren't you coming inside?"
"Kimberly, I don't want you to feel obligated or anything
because I helped get your dog back. I want you to be with me because you
want to be with me."
Kimberly for once felt secure and said, "Wait a minute."
She ran up the stairs and put the dog in the house then ran back and got
into the passenger seat. Smiling at him she said, "I want to be
with you because you're the only one up early enough to make me a cup of
coffee. I want to be with you because something about this house and
your diner seem to want to be together. But more I want to be with you
because for once I'm not afraid to be with someone and it feels right
being with you."
He pulled her into his arms and after a long satisfying kiss they
walked into the house together. The last conversation heard before the
"Kimberly, coming to the diner with the dog in the morning for
"Yes, what time do we have to open it up?"
"Well, the customer I used to have that early in the morning
I'll be serving her coffee in bed so we can sleep late."
The door closed.