TAYLOR WAS A SIMPLE COUNTRY GIRL AT HEART

Fresh – Slowly blended egg whites and EVOO create fresh Homemade Mayonnaise. 

Mayo – Hellmann's Real Mayonnaise.

Real – Kraft Real Mayonnaise.

Whip – Miracle Whip Salad Dressing.

No Fat – Hellmann's Fat Free Mayonnaise.

Free – Kraft Fat Free 1,000 Island Salad Dressing.

Yellow – French’s Yellow Mustard.

Brown – Gulden’s Spicy Brown Mustard.

Dijon – Grey Poupon Dijon Mustard.

Horse – Heinz Premium Horseradish Sauce.

Oil – EVOO (Extra Virgin Olive Oil) mixed with both Red and White Wine Vinegar.

The LOT Finisher

Which includes (Lettuce – a special blend of iceberg and romaine, with slices red and white Onions plus green scallions, along with hearty slices of beefsteak Tomato’s.

The STOP Finisher

Which offers (Spinach, hearty slices of beefsteak Tomato’s, with slices of red and white Onions plus green scallions along with Pepper rings cut from red, green, orange and yellow bell peppers).

The PLOTS Finisher

That combines both the LOT and STOP finishers without double tomato's and onions. But still includes (Pepper rings cut from red, green, orange and yellow bell peppers, Lettuce – a special blend of iceberg and romaine, with slices of red and white Onions plus green scallions, along with hearty slices of beefsteak Tomato’s and Spinach).

Unless of course you want us to add double onions and tomatoes to your Turkey and Cheese Sandwich or Turkey and Cheese Club Sandwich instead. If so, then just ask us for the STOP/LOT finisher instead.

Then with a trip to our extra item bar for any additional items that will make your sandwich a true masterpiece. Here's where you decide what additional items you want to go with your Turkey and Cheese Sandwich's.

 
At your request, we'll toss in a teaspoon of each ingredient you choose into your favorite spread. You can select just one item or each and every item we have listed below, as the potential combinations are endless.

Sweet Pickle Relish, Dill or India Pickle Relish, Celery, Onions (red, green and white), Tomatoes, Bell Peppers (red, green, orange and yellow) Olives (black and green), Jalapeno and Roasted Peppers. 

Then if you want to give your Turkey and Cheese Sandwich's some added kick. Just ask us to add some of our Homemade Three Pepper Paste or 3-P to your favorite spread.

If you tell us Turn up the Heat, we’ll mix in one teaspoon. But if you tell us to Set it on Fire, we’ll mix in two teaspoons. Or if you want us to Make it Burn Baby, we’ll mix in three teaspoons.  

Wearing latex gloves we remove the stems on five or six dried Chipole and Habanro peppers.

Then we slice each pepper and under cold running water to remove the seeds and membrane. And after all the peppers have been rinsed and cleaned, we cook them over a low heat in four cups of water. While their cooking, we cut the stems and tips off five or six Jalapeno peppers, which is the third pepper in our homemade paste. Next we slice and rinse the center portion of the Jalapenos and finely chop them for the additional item bar. Once we remove the meat from around the stem and toss it in the pot with the tips. Now we dice up about a half-cup of each red and yellow onion’s and green and red bell peppers.

When the peppers are done cooking and cooled, we place them in the blender with the onions, bell peppers, and the crushed cloves of a whole garlic bulb with a tablespoon of each of the following ingredients. Paprika, cumin, salt and course ground black pepper.

Lastly using some of the water we cooked the peppers in, we add it in slowly to our blended mix. As we're looking for the consistency of oatmeal and the ability to stick to an upturned spoon without falling off.

Once we achieve this, it's off to the fridge in a covered bowl. Where it will last about a week or until it's needed to add some extra heat to you’re favorite spread on any of our sandwiches.  

After reporting aboard Shore Intermediate Maintenance Activity (SIMA) Newport Rhode Island, I was immediately thrust into today’s duty section. Now don’t get me wrong, six section straight rotation wasn’t bad, because that meant that you only had duty once a week. And having duty my very first day, I had the next five days off.

Plus since it was a Friday, I also had my first weekend off along with the following four weekends too. Because in a nut shell, having duty on a Friday meant that my next duty day would be on a Thursday the following week with another duty day the week after that on a Wednesday.

Then three weeks from now, my next duty day would be on a Tuesday followed by Monday a month from now. So on the surface, it might look like I was getting screwed, but in reality it was a major hook up.

Then duty section muster was a bit strange at first too. Because I was used to hanging out with a bunch of smelly dudes onboard the ship. But here on shore duty, it was co-ed, plus it was nice to stand next to or near someone who actually smelled amazing and made my dick hard in the process. All in all there were six girls in my section and about twenty four dudes.

And with either twelve (two people per four hour watch or shift) or eighteen (three folks on every shift or watch) throughout the day, that meant that the rest of us wouldn’t even have to stand a watch on any giving duty day. Plus as long as there wasn’t a ship in port during the weekend and wasn’t having any work done on it. After muster we could all go home except for the folks that were on watch. And even that wasn’t hard work either.

All we had to do was just answer the phone, take messages and attach them to the door of the person or department the message was for. But on the other hand, if an emergency repair was called in from one of the ships. We had to recall the shop or shops required to conduct the work.

And depending on the job, sometimes the Command Duty Officer (CDO) or the Officer of the Day (OOD) would have us call in the entire duty section. Or occasionally everyone that we could get a hold of, but those types of recalls rarely ever happened.

Since I was new to the outfit, my first watch was also that day as a Petty Office of the Watch (POOW) (UI) or under instruction. So I could get my feet wet and learn everything I needed to know in order to stand watch at SIMA. And during my four hour shift on the quarterdeck, there were three of us guys standing watch, the actual POOW, me the POOW UI and the Messenger of the Watch (MOOW).

The POOW was FC2 Boyles or Fire Controlman Second Class Boyles from my shop, me GMM2 Lorusso or Gunners Mate Missile Second Class Lorusso and the MOOW who was ET3 Moore or an Electronics Technician Third Class Moore from the calibration shop.

FC2 Andrew Boyles was a typical blonde haired blue eyed beach bum from Southern California and loved everything that had to do with the water. He was about 5 foot 7 or 8 inches tall and tipped the scale at around 210 pounds. 

While ET3 Harold Moore stood a bit shorter at around 5 foot 5 or 6 inches tall. Plus Harold was also quite a bit leaner too, at about 180 or so pounds with black hair and green eyes. And he hailed from somewhere in the potato bowl of Idaho.

Another good thing about having duty on my first day of work and having to stand a watch during normal working hours is that after work I can go and chill out in my hotel room. Then start making some phone calls to find a more permanent living arraignment. Though staying here wouldn’t be so bad, if it wasn’t so dam expensive.

Because April the receptionist made me cookies. Well, she didn’t only make them for me but for everyone else staying here. April was in her early to middle twenties with brown eyes. She had long light brown hair that ended around the vicinity of her naval or belly button.

Plus last night when I checked in, April’s hair was braided in pigtails that ran through the deep canyon between her grapefruit-sized breasts. She appeared to be about my height at around five feet eight or nine inches tall and looked like she weighed around 135 to 145 pounds.

Also twice last night and once more this morning before checking into work, I dreamt and jerked off to visions of April. And she was slaving away in front of a hot stove dressed only in an apron and baking me more cookies. Only this time, instead of only making oatmeal, she also made a batch of peanut butter and sugar cookies too. And when each batch was finished, I got to fill April’s hairless cookie, if it was indeed hairless, with my own creamy version of icing.

But again at one hundred and ten dollars a night, those were the three most expensive nuts that I have ever busted. Plus I couldn’t keep this pace up for too much longer either. So when my watch was over and I got off work I drove straight to the hotel. And after grabbing a couple of cookies off the plate on the counter, I asked April. “Do you know of any places that are for rent around here?” 

And after a brief giggle, she replied. “I’m sorry, Mr. Lorusso. I’m not from around here, so I don’t. But there are a few for rent signs out across the bridge where I live in the Bristol and Warren area.”

As I took a third cookie for the road, I smiled on the inside and told myself. “Perfect, now I know approximately where April lives. All I have to do is to find out a little more information, then find a place close to her.”

And even though I saw that April was wearing an engagement ring or a clear friendship ring on her left ring finger. Some women occasionally use that common tactic to ward off unscrupulous men, like me from constantly hitting on them. After all, I know that I’ve made some bad dating choices in the past. But I really wouldn’t consider my self unscrupulous, just constantly horny.

Even if I only ran into April once in a while at the grocery or drug store, that would be just enough to keep her dream alive. While being almost completely naked and baking me cookies, would be the icing on the proverbial cake. And with that vision constantly running in the back of my mind, I could easily bust many more nuts with a much cheaper price tag too.

When I got back in my hotel room and before the even door finished closing. And with that third oatmeal cookie in my mouth, I started taking my clothes off. Then while I sucked all the oatmeal out of that cookie, I stood right in front of the picture window and stared out at the Newport skyline while I jerked off.

Then as Eve once did on a piece of toast with butter and strawberry jam. Eve called it Strawberry Shortcake, as she placed the toast under my balls while I was coming. Only this time, I pointed my cock and aimed my load right on top of that oatmeal cookie. And when I finished ejaculating all over it, and continued to stand in front of the window. I ate my now warm and freshly iced oatmeal cookie, while I was still thinking about April.

After jumping into the water closet (shower) to clean up a bit, I quickly got dressed and headed back downstairs. And by the time I got there, April was gone and Nicole took her place. Nicole was a much older woman, about twice April’s age and somewhere in her middle to late forties. 

She had green eyes with dirty or ash blonde hair that she wore in my favorite cock-sucking style (anywhere from just below her ears to touching the tops of her shoulders). And Nicole’s hair lightly brushed against the tops of her shoulders.

Nicole’s perky orange-sized breasts only complemented her five foot seven or eight inch tall and 125 to 135 pound frame. Still hunting for information where April lived, I asked Nicole. “Do you know any good places in the Bristol or Warren area that are for rent?”

And I was busted big time, when Nicole quickly replied. “No I don’t, I’m from Providence. But ask April tomorrow, she’s from that area.”

Now with my quest to try and pin down the exact neighborhood or area where April lived at a stand still. I grabbed another cookie off the counter and headed out the door. But since the dull grey colored Chevy van that I bought up in Bath Maine was almost on its last leg. So instead of heading towards the Bristol-Warren Bridge to find a place to live, I went to straight to a used car dealership instead.

Then after some haggling and a call to my insurance company, I drove off the lot with my used 1984 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme along with a voucher to get a full tank of gas from the station next door. 

Since my dull grey colored Chevy van was customized by someone else and didn’t have a step cooler with a drawer on either side of it. Any spindles, an overhead console, an engine cover organizer or curtains separating the three sections of the van from one another.

Plus it also didn’t have dual cassette players with equalizers or a dual twelve volt battery system either. So it never really felt like it was my van, just someone else’s throw away. And because this replaced my bright orange neon sign shaped like a Ford E100 Econoline Van.

I had to transfer all of my personal belongings into four milk crates and store them underneath the platform bed. This also made looking for stuff a challenge too, because I had to actually get out of my van and then open up the back doors just to look for or to get something.

But before driving off the lot with my new to me, but actually still used, Cutlass Supreme. I moved those same four milk crates into the trunk. And after tanking up, I drove towards the bridge in search of April’s abode. Then after driving around the greater Bristol and Warren area for well over an hour and a half, I hopes of seeing April out doing yard work or sitting on her front porch drinking tea or maybe a wine cooler.

I finally gave up looking for her. Although I did drive back to this one story house with a basement apartment for rent sign out in front of it. And I was also hoping that the person renting it was a single lady who lived on the first floor. It was at the very end of a dead end street with three other houses across the street and two houses before this one on the same side.

As I wrote down the number on the sign, I drove to find a payphone so I could give the number a try. Then after a half dozen or so telephone rings, a man finally answered the phone. And when I asked him about the apartment for rent, he said his name was Aaron and that his wife Beverley would be over within an hour to show it to me.

While I was driving around, I remembered seeing a grocery store less than five blocks away from the payphone and about ten minutes or so away from that basement apartment. So I took a chance and drove there, just to see if April was out and about grocery shopping. But since I was on a limited time table, I just quickly walked back and forth across the front of the store and looked down each isle.

And when I didn’t see hind nor hair of April in the store, I simply left and got back in my car and drove to that basement apartment again. And I was there less then fifteen minutes when a woman driving a shiny new blue BMW with a kid riding shotgun drove up and pulled in the driveway, parking right behind me.

Beverley was in her late fifties to early sixties and dressed in a black form fitting pantsuit. She was about five feet six or seven inches tall and if she weighted 130 pounds I would be surprised. Beverley had brown eyes with silver-grey hair also in a cock-sucking style. Except that hers ended just below her ears with a pair of big gold hooped earrings hanging below them.

Plus they were also the perfect size to slip my cock through the center of both earrings, as Beverley was blowing me and the ends of her silver-grey hair tickled my balls at the same time. Then after shaking Beverley’s hand and introducing myself, she told the kid to stay on the car and that she would be right back.

Not that is was any of my business or anything or that I expected anything to happen between us. But the chances were much higher with the kid out in the car, instead of in tow while Beverly showed me the apartment.

And even though some couples are having kids later in life, or he could have been simply adopted or even one of her grand children. But since I never asked, Beverley never mentioned the kid out in the car while she was showing me the apartment.

Although she had a perfect set of apple-sized tits, the globes of Beverley’s ass cheeks were absolutely mouth watering. Plus since I didn’t see any sign of a panty-line, as I made it a point to stay behind her at all times, hoping to catch a glimpse of her almost fully exposed camel toe.

As a matter of fact, I had Beverley show me each of the four rooms twice before I finally made up my mind to rent the place. And about halfway through our first tour, I had a hard on that just wouldn’t quit, but there was still no sign of a camel toe anywhere in the apartment.

The place was fully furnished, which was good, because I just traded my van in for a car. And there was no way that I could go on a curbside shopping spree with just a two door car. But the apartment had a bathroom, kitchen, a dining room and a living room-bedroom combo. Then later, as we stood face to face talking about the rent, I made sure that I kept eye contact with Beverley brown eyes.

Because I knew that if I dropped them to look at or to stare at her perfect apple tarts. She would lower her eyes as well and see my boner pointing directly at her. And it was clearly trying to make its presence know, by trying to stick straight out and tent the entire front of my jeans. 

But I was never quite sure if Beverley actually caught a glimpse of it or not. However she did put her hand over her mouth twice while we were talking.

After my shower and grabbing a towel, I walked back out into the dining room and dried off in front of the open door. Then I got dressed and went out to my car and brought in the four milk crates from the trunk. And without putting anything away yet, I locked my apartment door and headed back towards the grocery store to shop and look for April.

As I slowly walked down each Isle, I filled my cart up with an assortment of canned goods, dry goods, dairy items, meats, produce and some bottled soda. While I always kept one eye out for just a glimpse of April.

But once I made my way through the checkout line without seeing her, I started to scan the parking lot on my way to my car too. And to be quite honest with all of you, grocery shopping with your significant other is a lot more fun then doing it alone. So I guess one could say that it’s also like sex.

Because it’s much better with either with a set of two or in a group of three or more, then jerking yourself off solo all the time. And grocery shopping with Emily was a blast, because I got to compare my cock size or her breast size to a wide assortment of items in the store.

Then once Emily started having me take my cock out while we were shopping, it made all those comparisons much more exciting. Because Emily would actually take the items and place it right alongside my cock each time.

Then later with Lynn, after we ran into each other and our groceries all wound up in her shopping cart. I made them all have sex right there in front of her by telling her a sexy little story about them. Plus I was pretty sure that either one or both of these tactics would have also worked on April too.

Plus I would have easily bet the family farm on the former over the latter. Because with my cock hanging out on full display, Emily had an easy time making all of the comparisons. And although April hasn’t seen my cock yet, I would be more than happy to show it to her, if she asked me too.

Just like I unbuttoned and let my jeans fall to the floor while I was standing inside a Virginia drug store. And this was also up in front of the store and by the cash registers too. When Lois, the cashier told me to prove that I didn’t steal anything when she caught me slipping my hand inside my pants to adjust the hard-on she gave me.

While Lois had me standing there, she ogled my boner for well over two minutes before finally saying that she believed me. And that I could pull my jeans back up. I could have easily done the exact same thing in the hotel lobby, if April asked me to prove that I wasn’t stealing or hording cookies.

Anyway when I got back hone, I put all the groceries away and unpacked the milk crates. Then I neatly stacked the crates by the front door and put a ceramic bowl on top of them. This way the first thing I would do each day when I got home, was to put my keys and wallet in the bowl. And the last thing I would do before I left the apartment was to grab my wallet and keys from the bowl.

But also as a back-up plan, I placed the second key to the apartment that Beverley gave me into the magnetic Hide-A-Key device that the dealership gave me to keep a spare set of car keys in. 

And that’s exactly what I did with the second set of keys that I stashed in the drivers side wheel well. Plus that’s right where they will all stay until I acquire a new (or used) girlfriend to ride shotgun in my new (or used) car.

Then once I find a potential sufficient other and she decides to move in with me, I would give her a key to the place. But I still might give it to her as a dating gift instead, because I do like an occasional unexpected visit. And I wouldn’t mind her surprising me by popping in unannounced from time to time either. Especially if she were to catch me jacking off in the shower or anywhere else in my four room apartment.

While I’m still not quite sure if I would give her a set of keys to my car, after all I’m still making monthly payments on the darn thing. So the jury’s still out deliberating, on that one because we haven’t even met each other yet. 

And because I’m also making monthly rent payments too, that point might be mute. But to tip the odds of her getting a set of car keys in her favor a bit. As long she didn’t have any major problems driving me around town while I was sitting naked right next to her. I don’t see why she shouldn’t have a set of her own.

Now just for the record. I don’t mind sitting on someone else’s chair, love seat or sofa. God knows that I’ve done more than my fare share of couch surfing during my early teen years. And I don’t mind eating off someone else’s plates or drinking from another person’s glass. 

Plus I don’t mind using someone else’s pot and pans to cook with either. Heck I didn’t even mind licking my cum off Fay’s coffee stained saucer. Or any of the restaurant plates that Emily had me jerking off on. 

But ever since my experience with Lynn, I will need to wash everything in the apartment before I used them. And lastly, as far as the bed goes, I really don’t mind sleeping on someone else’s mattress or between their sheets. Just as long as they were at least washed, clean or are new. So that was also a priority here.

Because again and only god knows, in the past I have slipped between the sheets of a few questionable women. And Lynn at least made the effort, by putting brand new sheets and pillow cases on her bed before we both jumped in it and made love.

But the one thing I can tell you for certain is, if Lynn didn’t change the sheets on her bed that night, I would have made love to her on her bedroom floor instead. Because my dick and balls were ready to take the Nestea plunge deep inside her that night and needed to get wet and sticky in the process too.

Plus Lynn was more then ready and willing to do her part too. And it might have taken a bit of convincing, since Lynn was already naked as she walked backwards and fell onto her bed with her legs spread wide open. Though at that point, I don’t know if I could have easily talked Lynn into doing the dirty deed on the floor instead.

And if she wasn’t wiling to fuck on the floor, that most likely would have also been the end of our relationship. But because the old saying goes, a stiff dick has no conscience. I just don’t know if I would have still fucked Lynn or not.

Now with all of that that said, plus not knowing the status of the sheets in my new apartment. Then throw in the fact that my hotel room was paid for until ten in the morning. I decide to drive back to my hotel to spend the night. After all, why waste the better half of $110.00 when you don’t have too.

And even though some of the lower end national hotels and motels chains around the country were in the news recently. Because some under cover, no pun intended, renters busted them for leaving dirty sheets on their beds. And not changing them at all from renter to renter. 

Rhode Island wasn’t one of the states mentioned in the report. Plus I was staying in a three or four star hotel chain. And not one of those rent a room by the hour flop houses that pimps or ladies of the evening rent out for their johns just to bust a nut in. 

As I make a mental note to self, while I’m thinking about sleeping on clean sheets. “Stop and pick up some new sheets, pillows and a comforter set on your way home tomorrow. Also don’t forget a case of beer or two.”

Now I know what some of you guys reading this are thinking. “Did Larry fall off the wagon again?”

And no I did not, because other than my very brief setback of Candee leaving me for another woman. It was Hope that picked up the pieces of that shattered relationship. 

And since then I have limited myself to three beers, two shots, mixed drinks or glasses of wine per day. Because there was no way in hell that I wanted to revert back to my pre Helen, Lance and Lilly days, when I was drinking myself under the table every single night.

Even though I met and dated Hope for three months after falling off the wagon the last time. The end result wasn’t worth the possible setback of permanently falling off. Because if it wasn’t for Hope making me promise not to ever drink like that again, I would have been booted out of the navy long ago.

But as it also turned out, Hope was a very high maintenance girlfriend and easily helped me max out all my credit cards. As we ate out every night and made love in a hotel room almost every night too. 

Though we did spend quite a bit of time knocking boots in my van as well, but it was mostly before and while we were on our way to a hotel room. Then there was also the room service on top of that too, that Hope insisted on ordering for us. 

Anyway back to the story, after checking out of the hotel early Saturday morning and running my errands, I spent the most of the weekend naked and jerking off in my apartment. And most of those jerk-off sessions involved me thinking of doing nasty things to Beverley. Like making her suck my dick in every room of my new apartment or with Beverley letting me fuck her inside of her BMW.

But I also made an occasional pilgrimage out in town, as I went from store to store or shop to shop looking for any signs of April. And each time I went back home empty handed, I filled that hand with my stiff cock and thought about my meeting with Beverley on Monday night.

Then even as Monday morning rolled around, I couldn’t get my silver-grey haired fox out of my mind. And long before I parked my car and started waking down the stairs to work, I still had a boner to deal with. So using my patent pending buzz or boner kill. I started thinking about the nasty smell of Odette’s snatch.

And by the time I took two steps, my last hard-on was a distant memory and already forgotten about. But thoughts of Beverley invaded my mind several more times during the day.

So every time I needed to kill a boner. I either used the smell of Lynn’s refrigerator or Odette’s nasty pussy to eliminate them. Though Odette’s pungent pussy seemed to work almost twice as fast as the slight fowl smell of Lynn’s fridge did.