Installment #19 The Victorian

     Tucker laid the pen down and stood up.  George extended his hand and Tucker shook it.  The deal was done.  The three story Victorian with the “witches hat” was his.  It was probably the easiest deal George had closed in a long time.  Tucker wanted a Victorian and George had one to sell.  It perched on the bank above the river and held a beautiful view of Pueblo.  George did not know what the fascination was, but he was willing to feed Tucker whatever he wanted to hear.

True the place was in the blocks which was the older part of town and yes some of the houses were absolute works of art and he had heard that there was a lot of lottery money being spent on a walk clear to the reservoir and a kayak course.  Oh, and see here how there is a park right across the street, and you are on a corner. Great buy here, Tucker!  You can double your money on this one!  Never mind that the sidewalk is completely broken beyond repair and the foundation is cracked.  Oh, and that gang graffiti is from years ago.  And a little water and the grass will be all green again.  Just sign here.

Screw Geraldine!  If she had been able to keep her pants up, she could have had the commission, but she couldn’t.  And once more he thanked his lucky stars that they had never had any children.  Not for her lack of interest, but George had other ideas.  She was a good enough looking woman as far as women went, but George was more inclined to hard bodies.  Really hard bodies. 

     He thought back to his lunch hour yesterday.  He sometimes took his lunch and went down by Fountain Creek.  And yesterday Riley had been waiting for him.  Riley was young and eager and there was something about hearing the freeway traffic just on the other side of the sand dune and knowing someone could walk right up on them in the throes of passion that made him rock hard and made his climax earth shattering. 

     No, Geraldine could not come close to what he had with Riley. 

     “George? You alright man?”  George realized  Tucker was talking to him.  He swallowed hard.  Damn good thing Tucker couldn’t read his mind!

     “Oh, yeah. I was just thinking how surprised Geraldine is going to be knowing you bought that Victorian.  She had you figured for a town house kind of guy.  Women!  What do they know, huh?”  He chuckled as he ushered Tucker to the door, opened it, and wished his safe journey.  Time for a drink.