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Mapmakers tended to hide the most critical information in the smallest print known to man. We moved in together to save money when my landlord evicted me from my apartment for nonpayment of rent. She played the part of May at the youthful age of thirty-five years.I fulfilled the role of December at the tender age of sixty-mumble.
Thirst quenched for the moment, Darlene resumed her quest for tonight's bed partner. The rubber checks set up a cascading overdraft chain reaction.
Living off the grid far from civilization was an attractive alternative to living in a cardboard box behind a Safeway Supermarket.
Besides, I liked the high country, and I had made several hiking trips into the mountains while stationed at Lowry Air Force Base prior to shipping out for an all-expense paid tour of Vietnam. Let's see if your friends will let us stay with them," I watched and listened as she dictated a text message requesting sanctuary for us, and shared her joy when she received an affirmative response a few minutes later.
We crisscrossed Denver and the surrounding suburbs chasing every "For Rent" sign we could find. "Well, if you hear anything, please give me a call.
Thank you," Darlene frowned as she hung up the phone.
Through the process of elimination, we had become drinking buddies at our local tavern. More often than not, we were the last people still standing when the barkeep bellowed out, "Last call for alcohol! The tavern, built in the 1890s, featured a Walnut and Mahogany bar with an odd little ' L' shaped hook at the far corner of the saloon.
The bar and a back wall of brick formed a naturally cozy alcove large enough to accommodate three bar stools. Darlene's field of viable targets was limited unless she lowered her standards or went in for a threesome.
" if they had been living off the grid for 15-years this group had something going for it "You know, friends who help friends.
Anyway, they are heavy duty into the survivalist movement.
Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is too weird for words and 100% purely coincidental.
----------------------------------------- Chapter 1 I stuffed my last cardboard box of personal belongings into the cargo hold of my girlfriend's Toyota Rav4, jumped into the passenger seat, and waited while she fussed over a map with directions to our new home. She flipped her shoulder-length hair out of her eyes for the umpteenth time and squinted to read the tiny letters. " She put the Rav into drive, and we started on our way. Darlene was a smart, feisty, petite brown-haired woman, just under five feet five inches tall, with small breasts, shoulder length hair, and a freckled baby face. I met Darlene at a local tavern where we developed an unlikely May-December relationship.
According to local legend, the original owner ordered the hook's construction to allow him to observe activities of untrustworthy bartenders behind the bar while also keeping an eye on equally untrustworthy patrons. Hell, she flirted with everyone: Men, women, and even the bartender's mangy tomcat. I pitied the lucky guy who won Darlene's attention.