Installment #3 Tucker Fuhrman

Installment #3      Tucker Fuhrman

     Tucker slid into the drivers seat of the now black BMW.  This felt good.  This felt right.  John had taken the car into the paint shop and now the brown BMW was a muted black.  Exactly what Tucker wanted.  Green was a good color for a ‘vette, but a BMW was a conservative car and said that the man at the wheel was a success; a man who had reached the top.  And black was a serious color.

     “I sure appreciate this, John.  I just don’t like brown.”  He pulled his checkbook out of the back pocket of his jeans.  “Let me give you a check and I will pick it up tomorrow afternoon when the paper work is all done.  OK?” 

     John nodded and opened the door to the office allowing Tucker to enter. As he watched Tucker filling in the zeroes he envisioned Holly welcoming him to the apartment love nest.  Maybe he would even move in with her.  Leave that fat wife of his in the house in the suburbs.  What had he been thinking?  Holly was so warm and welcoming and the little lines they sometimes shared just added to the excitement.  He reached for the check and shook Tucker’s hand.

     “Thanks, Tucker.  It has been a pleasure.”  As he watched Tucker climb back into the Corvette, reverse and then move easily into traffic, he licked his lips and reached for the phone.  He listened as the phone continued to ring on the other end.  Why that stupid bitch!  Where was she now?  She was no doubt out screwing her dealer for her daily fix.  In a moment of clarity he saw it all before him.  He would go home to Margaret.  Holly was fun, but Holly was a player.  A man with kids in high school and a car dealership had no business with someone like Holly.  There was talk of him being a candidate for city council.  Politics and whores did not mix.  When he reached the top, Holly would follow.  Maybe it would not be this Holly, but another one.  He dialed his home phone and this time there was an answer.

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  Do not be confused by the title. Chapter One simply means this is my first book. There may never be another, or there may be many more. I am very proud of this endeavor and guarantee you will enjoy the book in it's enirety. Lou Mercer

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Chapter One...Loose Ends
Lou Mercer

Meg Parker led a simple life.  She was a widow of three years and lived on a chicken farm at the foot of the mighty Rockie Mountains.  Life was good and her little store on eBay made her extra spending money.  But snow and wildlife were not the only things lurking in the forest above her house.  Nor did it stay in the forest for long.

Marshall Purcell came home a wounded veteran from vietnam.  He still had his dreams, but they were of an incestuous past that threatened to consume him.

When Meg and Marshall met it seemed an inconsequential meeting, but it changed both their lives forever.  And change is not always a good thing.