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This is the first chapter of a multi chapter story. there isn't any sex in this first chapter, rather it sets a story in motion. if you are looking for a quick bang this one isn't it.
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Although it had been a while I knew this territory well. Recruiting an asset for Grey wasn't something I thought I would do again. But I felt obligated. They had provided me with a good career. And while I was thankful for the years I had with them, I really was enjoying my early retirement life owning a small brewery and really wasn't looking to jump back into this kind of work.
Never the less there I was on a pseudo vacation away from my life in the Pacific North West and the life I had made after my career with them as an intelligence agent. The business of being a security contractor is lucrative, and Grey did work for all branches of military as well as for various government agencies at home and abroad. They were always looking for talent and occasionally looked to me to help with that.
It wasn't as hard as they made it out to be. Find someone that had skills that could transfer into what they needed. In this case a woman that could do what I did as an intelligence agent. My method was a little different than most I suppose. The majority of the female agents were recruited from law enforcement or military and a few were college athletes.
I liked to find a young woman that had some grit. And that sometimes took me through rural America. I had been successful recruiting from small colleges that had a scholastic rodeo program before. My thought was if I could find a girl with a high gpa and she could rope and ride, there was a good chance she already knew how to shoot and could handle herself In stressful situations.
I had a few prospects in law enforcement as well as some that were recommended from the Army that I had interviewed and they were ok. But that was the problem. They were just ok. They needed to be great. The ops they would be sent on were sometimes dangerous. Often it was in high stress situations that required them to think quick and keep a cool head. They also need to be smart, able to analyze and process information quickly.
This side of Texas is flat and desolate and it's easy to find yourself going too fast. The next thing I knew I hit a cow. I came around a corner and there it was right in the middle of the road and in no hurry to not be. And that's what brought me to this little service station.
*quot;Excuse me, is there a mechanic on duty?*quot; I ask the grey haired woman at the register.
*quot;There is. I'm not sure who is working today but there is someone over there who can help you.*quot; The woman looked at me over the top of her glasses and smiled as she pointed next door.
Walking out the door of the little convenience market I glanced over at my truck assessing the damage. Right head light, bumper and grill and radiator judging from the steam and the trail of green antifreeze winding its way down the pavement.
I walked into the mechanics shop through the bay door and there were sparks scattering on the floor and the electrical sound of an arc welder. A hooded leather clad figure was hunched over welding what looked like an exhaust pipe clamped to the bench in the back of the dimly lit little building. *quot;I'll be right with you.*quot; A woman's voice said from behind the welders hood.
*quot;No problem, take your time.*quot; I learned a long time ago that in these circumstances it didn't pay to get in a hurry and try to rush people. My problem wasn't the only one this person was going to have to deal with today.
I turned around so I wasn't looking at the arc flash that intermittently lit up a small area around the bench. I took the moment to size up this little town since it seemed I was going to have to find a place a place to stay the night.
I heard the welder stop and turned back around to see a leather gloved hand reach up and take off the tinted welders hood. A surprisingly pretty young lady stood up and looked past the grease smudge on her cheek while shaking off her bulky leather gloves and looked at me.
*quot;Thanks for waiting, what can I do for you?*quot; She had long dirty dishwater blonde hair that was mostly being held up on top of her head with a rubber band. It was a hot day and the ceiling fan doing it's slow rotations wasn't doing a lot to cool down the little metal building. The heat from the welder had caused a small stream of sweat to run off her neck and disappear between her breasts.
*quot;Well I had a little problem with a cow in the road and well you can see my truck didn't fair well.*quot;
*quot;Kill the cow?*quot; She squinted as she looked out into the bright sun light to see my truck.
*quot;It did. I'm going to need to settle up with the owner. If you know who that might be?
*quot;That would be JD Perkins. He owns all the cattle around here. I'll give you his number, he would appreciate a call.*quot;
*quot;Thank you. Now about my truck, is that something you can fix?*quot;
She paused and looked like she was trying to determine if I was questioning her ability Sarıyer escort or her schedule. So she answered both. *quot;It is, I can fit it in...there isn't anything in here that can't wait. I'm going to have to get parts but I should be able to get them tomorrow providing they have them.*quot;
*quot;Ok, well it looks like I'm going to need to get a room. I'm going to be here for...a couple of days?*quot;
*quot;Or more, I'm going to need to put your truck on the rack and see exactly what it needs. I'll get on that this afternoon. And I'll get parts coming tomorrow. I'm Cindy by the way.*quot;
She held out her hand as she introduced her self with an easy smile.
I took her hand and said *quot;I'm Jim, any recommendations on a place to stay Cindy?*quot; As I shook her hand I couldn't help but notice that while dirty it was surprisingly soft. I guess I expected rough and calloused given the kind of work she did.
*quot;There's a Motel 6 about a mile and a half down the road. If you want better than that you have your choice of a Holliday Inn, and a Ramada in the next town, but thats about twenty miles.

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