Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 13 - Sex Stories

Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 13

... nearing the summit. He pulls in with the tires squashing furrows in the fresh slush and snow. They're at the brake check area. "You might as well sit tight. I'm just going to check the brakes." He pulls the door handle and it pops open a few inches. "Brrrr, it’s cold. Do you see a washroom?" "There's one just behind us. You can see it in the mirror." He points to the far mirror and she looks. It’s a roadside outhouse provided by the Parks Department for tourists' use. She climbs down behind him and runs to the convenience. Mike checks brakes and waits for her. She comes running back and swoops up some snow on her way to pelt him with a snowball. She laughs and says, "Have you ever heard the one about the Man from Nantucket? It's written on the walls in there." He catches her in his arms and carries her back to the cab where he deposits her onto the ladder. "I don't think I have. Tell me more." "There once was a man from Nantucket, had a cock so long he could..." "I heard it!" He follows her bare ass into the cab. "It's a... oh, what do you call it, a funny little rhyme. I used to know lots of them. You probably heard the one about the lady from New Zealand?" "No. Tell me." Mike pulls the truck into gear and they roll ahead starting the long downgrade to Merrit. "It seems that there once was a lady from New Zealand, who got put in jail for stealing. She laid on her back, opened her crack and pissed all over the ceiling." Trudy laughs with Mike and cackles, "I think I like ...

... the one about the man from Nantucket better. Do you know any more?" "Can't think of any right now. I could sing you a few verses of North Atlantic Squadron. That would tickle your fancy." "Oh, I know a few verses of that." She starts to sing, "In Montreal, in Montreal, they line the girls against the wall..." Mike joins in and they sing the dirty song for miles as the snow peters out and the pavement becomes dryer and dryer. Finally neither of them can think of any more verses and Mike comments, "Trudy, I'm shocked. Where did you ever learn that song?" "My husband was in the Military and so was my Dad. I remember when I was little laying in bed at night and hearing them partying and singing. I knew the words to North Atlantic Squadron before I knew what they meant. You should have seen the look on my mother's face when she caught me singing that one afternoon in my bedroom. She was shocked and my Dad gave me hell that night." She breaks up laughing and Mike joins her. As she settles down she reaches into the hamper and breaks off a drumstick. She hands it to Mike and says, "Eat up and I'll give you a slice of bread to get the grease off your fingers... or I could lick them for you?" She watches him with relish as he grins then digs into the leg with his teeth. When he finishes it and hands her the bones she says, "Do you want more or some bread?" "A slice of bread, please." "No slices when I'm around. Here." She breaks a chunk off a round loaf of sourdough. He wipes the grease ...