Yes, I'm silly like that. I fantasize about him until I get myself off. I'm definitely not a good girl. I wonder if he'd call me that. That could be so hot. I take a deep breath to calm myself down. I'm already flushed with desire and my pussy is throbbing for release.
It takes me a while, but I finish doing maintenance on all of our grooming equipment. Yes, I can be a little OCD, but there you have it. I'm starting to put things away when there's pounding on the back door. We've been closed for hours, so I don't know who it could be.
We don't do emergency services, but maybe someone needs our help. I hurry to the back and am shocked at what I see on the other side of the glass door. Tristan, my Tristan is here, and he's carrying a shivering bundle with him.
Chapter 2
Tristan
The forecast for the storm is dire, and I've got a few people I want to check on before I find shelter for myself. My first stop is Mrs. White and her husband. I know they get wood delivered during the winter months, but I'm not sure when the last delivery was.
As I drive through the town, I find I'm glad that the people of Storyville heed the weather forecast. The streets are empty and most houses have lights turned on. This is a wonderful place to live in, and the community wraps it up with a bow. Everyone is so kind and caring.
I'm from here, but left to join the military. Those were hard years, but I was happy to do what I could to defend my country.After ten years I left and came home and was quickly recruited by the sheriff to help out with the town. I've made it my mission to help the elderly and make sure they are well taken care of.
I park in front of the White's house, get out of my patrol car and stand at their front door. I ring the doorbell and wait for them to answer. It takes a few minutes, but then Mrs. White opens the door for me.
"Tristan. I'm so glad you came over. Come on in."
"What's going on, Mrs. Smith?"
"I told you to call me Old Bertha. That's what everyone calls me."
"Yeah, that's not going to happen, Mrs. White."
"You're a good boy."
We walk together into the living room, and I see Mr. White kneeling in front of the fireplace. Their dog, Pizza, is watching from her bed. I'm surprised she hasn't come to say hello. She must be too cold.
"Help has come, dear."
"Oh, hey there, Tristan. Maybe you can help me. I think the flue is blocked by something. Maybe a nest. I've been trying to lodge whatever is stuck in there out with no luck."
"Do you have a ladder I can use?"
"Yes, it's out the back."
I go through their kitchen towards the back door and find the ladder. I've helped a few people with blocked flues and know this is easy to fix. However, if I hadn't come by, the Whites could have been in trouble without a fire to heat the house.
When I get up there, I see that it's indeed a nest that is blocking the flue. It's empty, so I don't have to worry about relocating whatever animal was living here. I scream down the chimney to Mr. White to try again, and everything seems to be working fine now.
I go back to the house and Mrs. White wants to ply me with baked goods and some coffee.
"I can take the coffee to go, Mrs. White. Let me get my thermos from the car."
I leave once I make sure they know they can call me at my cell phone number whenever they need me. I assure them it won't bother me and I'd be glad to help them with whatever they need. I get inside my car and start driving. I'm glad for the hot coffee and decide to park a little bit further up the path to drink some of the hot liquid.
My thoughts are on how the weather is starting to worsen, and I worry about the animals out there. Just as that thought goes through my mind, I think I see something move under the bushes of the next house over. I watch for a bit, but there's no movement. I breathe a sigh of relief. That would have been a disaster.
I sip more of my coffee. It's strong and I probably shouldn't be drinking it because I might not be able to sleep later tonight, but that's fine. I start to leave when I see the movement once again beneath that bush. I get my flashlight and go investigate.
It looks to be something small, so I come as close as I can and realize it's a small dog shivering. I slowly get closer and closer until I can kneel in front of the little thing. It's tied down out here. WTF? Thankfully it's not a chain or anything like that, so I reach out to him trying to soothe him.
"It's okay, buddy. You're going to be all right."
The dog stays still as I undo the knot at his collar. I check the collar for some form of identification, but there is none. I brush off some of the powdered snow that is on top of his head and slowly grab him and pull him into my arms.
Either he's docile or he's too cold to do anything about someone manhandling him. I go to the front door of the houseand knock vigorously. There's no answer and there are no lights on inside. I knock again as hard as I can, but I get nothing.
