2. Flora
Flora
Why are my panties wet after just a brief innocent interaction with Jaz? The girl is the same age as my stepdaughter and is her ex. I have known her for four years, but having her here, living with me, is shining her in a whole new light.
The two of us being on this property alone together most of the time is driving me up a wall. My vibrator has had to work overtime, just to keep me from sneaking into her room at night and doing as I want.
Thank you to whoever invented the rosebud toy I use.
The motion sensor notification dings behind the store desk, telling me that someone has pulled out in front of the store. It pulls me from my fantasies and crashes me right back into crippling reality.
I have been running this plant nursery for the last ten years, then added the food co-op five years ago. Both are a labor of love, but it's all worth it for the people of my hometown. But it's a lot of work and taking a toll on my physical and mental health.
The door chimes, “Good afternoon, Mr. Wood. How can I help you today?”
He flashes me a warm smile, using his cane to help shimmy closer to the service desk. Mr. Wood is one of our most loyal members and customers, who has been coming here since day one.
“Hiya there, dear,” His hand shakes as he hands his cane off the counter, and he leans on it. His wrinkled, weathered hand sinks into his front shirt pocket. “I brought you something.”
I watch him with a confused look on my face and my arms folded over my chest.
What in the world did this old man bring me now?
He hands over a little white card with green lettering on it.
“Thanks?”
He glares at me through his thick bifocal glasses, “It’s a local man looking for farm work.
He could be exactly what you need. Stop giving me that look, dummy.
” Wood wags his wrinkled, crooked finger at me in disapproval, “If you don't reach out to him, I don't want to hear you ever say you need help again.”
“Yeah, what he said.” Jasmine's feather-light voice says from behind me, causing my heart to fall into my stomach. I feel like I was just caught cheating, but this is far from that.
“See, she even gets it.” He glances around the store, his eyes landing on a ceramic garden gnome sitting next to a rack of bird feeders. “Charge me for that, and I’m out of here. You both know I'm a very busy man.”
The two of us chuckle, ringing him out and watching him leave, back into the humid June heat.
Jaz skips over the drink cooler and pulls the door open. “You should call the guy, Flora. We need help.” she says, pulling out her favorite pomegranate kombucha, twisting off the cap.
She isn't wrong, but no way in hell am I letting a man get between us. Jaz is bisexual, and so am I, so adding another person to our farm could fuck up any chance of us getting together.
“I will think about it, but bring your cute little ass here.” She blushes, her cheeks pink, as she presses the stout glass bottle to her chapped lips.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
How wrong would it be to have her call me that, as I fuck her using the bottle in her hand?