The Story of Ann Chapter 5 They Call me Jack

The Story of Ann Chapter 5 They Call me Jack

I followed Jack outside not knowing why he wanted to talk to me. I hoped it was not to ask me out as if he did I was going to refuse. I had learned my lesson after going through three husbands since I was seventeen. There was something about him and it troubled me in a way. I felt I knew him from somewhere I just could not remember.

Jack took me over to his truck where Frank was standing and Jack said, “Ann, I want you to have this truck.”

“I couldn’t Jack,” I replied.

“I only want you to use my truck until I get your car fixed,” Jack said. “I am to blame just as much as your ex-husband is,” he added.

“NO Jack it was not your fault and I ca…,” I started to say but he stopped me.

“Ann, I want nothing from you, I only want to fix your car back up,” “I will even let you help as Frank is, he tells me you are pretty good at cars,” Jack said.

“What else did Frank tell you,” I asked him as I looked to Frank.

“That if I ever bring or let harm fall upon you or that little girl of yours I will pay dearly for it,” Jack replied.

Frank smiled at me as he said, “I was just saying.”

I turned to Jack as he asked, “Please Ann, let me right the wrong of last night.”

“OK Jack but I am going to help,” I said to him. “Let me change into my work clothes and I will be right back,” I added.

“We will be in the barn Ann,” Frank said as they walked away.

I returned inside to find Janet, grandma and Michelle sitting at the table yet. All of them were looking through that photo album. Grandma turned the page and as Michelle looked at the photo she said, “DADA,” as she giggled and laughed.

I looked at the photo and it was one of Jack in his football uniform from our school. I looked at the photo and for some reason that face, that hair cut and those blue greens eyes looked familiar to me. Grandma picked Michelle up and whispered something in her ear. Michelle looked outside and pointed with her little hand and finger.

“What did you just say to her?” I asked.

“I asked her where daddy was,” grandma replied smiling.

“So this is what all of this is about,” “Your trying to fix me up with Jack,” I said to her.

“Some things were just meant to be together like peanut butter and jelly,” grandma replied smiling and giving a little laugh.

“Thanks grandma but I have had my fill of men thank you,” I replied. “Come on Janet I have to change my clothes again,” I added as I walked out of the kitchen.

“Ann, we have to talk,” Janet said as we walked up stairs.

We went inside and I told her I was going to help Jack and Frank work on my car. She told me she wanted to help also. I told her to find something else to wear other than that mini skirt she had on from last night.

I went over to my closet and I removed a short sleeve coverall I use around the ranch. I slipped a bra on and some panties then pulled the coverall over me and zipped it up as I grabbed some socks and tennis shoes as well. I was sitting on the bed when I noticed Janet had grabbed a pair of my short shorts along with a low cut tank top. At least she left the shelf bra on that she wore.

Janet slipped into the shorts without any panties then slipped the tank top over her head. She came over to me and she leaned down in front of me. I could see all of her tits when she bent over like that. I shook my head as she asked me if I had another pair of sneakers.

I gave her the sneakers as I asked, “Now what did you want to talk about?”

“Ann, you remember that party we went to after the 9th grade was over,” Janet said to me.

“JANET, I told you a hundred times we would never talk about that night,” I replied to her in a loud angry tone of voice.

Sorry, Ann but we really should,” Janet said.

“JANET, KNOCK it off, I have enough on my mind,” I replied still angry. Janet looked like she was going to cry so I added, “Please Janet some other time just not right now.”

I walked over to her and wrapped her in my arms. I whispered that I was sorry for yelling but I just soon forget that night. Janet whispered she understood but when I wanted to talk about that night, she had something to tell me.

We walked from the bedroom outside to the barn. We made quite a pair. I was looking like a grease monkey in a pair of coveralls and her looking like a slut. I remember when I too once enjoyed looking and feeling like a slut. However, I felt as if I would never dress and enjoy being the slut ever again.

We walked into the barn to find Frank and Jack already hard at work. Frank was removing the headlights while Jack was breaking out the rest of the glass from all the windows. Jack was dress in jeans and a tee shirt. The tee shirt had “Make My Day,” written on it. I thought you could make my day by just leaving.

Janet and I walked over to Frank asking him what we could do to help. Janet placed her hands onto the fender on the car. She bent over giving Frank a long peek down the front of her tank top.

Frank smiled as he replied, “Ask Jack this is his project not mine.” Frank looked to Janet as he added, “Nice work clothes Janet,” giving her a smile.

We walked over to Jack and I asked with a tone to my voice, “Why is my car your project?”

Jack looked to me and hung his head then raised it as he replied, “Ann, I know you blame me and I blame myself as well.” “I knew better than to not just end it for good last night.”

“End it for Good how Jack?” I asked angrily. I did not give him time to answer as I added, “By taking Rick’s life.” “Does that make you a better man that him?” I asked.

“YES ANN, if that is what it fucking takes to make him leave you alone,” Jack replied angrily. “It is wrong of any man to take advantage of a woman in any shape or form.” Jack hung his head then lifted it as he added; “Trust me Ann, I know,” then he hung his head once more.

“HEY, you two we fixing this car or are we fighting amongst ourselves,” Frank said giving us both the eye.

“Fighting like they are in love already,” Janet said with a little laugh.

“What can we do Jack?” I asked this time calmly.

“You can help me with the windows and Janet can remove the tail lights,” Jack replied.

“Janet you help Jack and I will remove the taillights,” I said to Janet as I grabbed a screwdriver.

I saw Jack shaking his head as I walked to the back of the car. Janet smiled as she told Jack I am yours to command. Jack just shook his head from side to side at her as I went to work removing the taillights. Jack had Janet go get the sweeper and pick up the glass he was knocking into the car as he removed all the glass.

I thought about what he had said about if that was what it took to make Rick leave me alone. I did hate Rick but not enough to have him killed. Grandma had raised me to believe that all things have a purpose in life and one should not kill anything without good reason too. Something my Grandfather had told me a long time ago came to thought.

It was a verse from the bible, “an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.’ However, I say to you, do not resist the one who is evil. But if anyone slaps you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also.”

I also thought how could a man speak such sweet words to grandma and to me yet have the heart of a born killer. I also wondered why Jack felt it was his duty to protect me. I mean I was glad he was there last night but then again he was just doing his job. I looked to him and saw that he was looking through the empty windshield of my car. I saw Janet in the front seat sweeping the glass out of it. Her big tits had to be in plain sight of Jack.

Jack rather looked at me as he rolled his eyes and shook his head from side to side. I think he was actually disgusted about seeing Janet’s tits. That was a first for me from a man. I also knew he was not gay from the story grandma had told us. Jack looked to me and I looked away as if I was working on the other taillight.

Jack came to the back of the car and he said, “I am sorry for my outburst Ann.” ““It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets.” Jack hung his head then added, “In Vietnam I heard no trumpets neither,” as he walked away.

I was looking into his eyes when he told me that. I saw the despair, the guilt and sadness that filled his eyes. I knew nothing of Vietnam other than some men came back different. I almost felt sorry for him. Ann, stop it I told myself. Do not fall for him. Jack had his problems and I had mine.

His I did not know however, mine was men. I must not have heard myself or something in me took over me. Because as Jack walked away, I called to him.

I said, “Jack, I am sorry too,” “It has been rough on me the last few years and I…” However, he cut me off before I could finish.

“I know Ann trust no one until you can trust yourself,” Jack replied walking away.

He had once again read my mind. I just shook my head and I went back to work. I got the taillights removed and went over to Janet who was finishing sweeping out the glass. I looked down at her as I watched her big tits swinging freely as they must have came out of her bra. I stood there thinking Jack must have gotten a good show. I also wondered if he had enjoyed it as I was as I smiled to myself.

“Kind of hard not to stare at those,” Jack said smiling at me.

“ANN, you’re blushing again,” Janet said looking up to me.

“No I am not,” “After all it is not like I have not seen them before,” I replied. Jack gave me a funny look as I added, “What I am just saying.”

Frank started to laugh, then Jack, then Janet and I. The four of us worked non-stop after that. I even left Jack tell me what to do next. Jack was working up a sweat as he was doing all the heavy work such as removing the doors. After he had one door removed, he stepped back and lifted his tee shirt off over his head.

Janet and I both stood there with drool running from our mouths. He looked like a Greek god as he turned toward us. Janet grabbed my arm as she whispered; “Now that is a man.”

I would have to agree with her on that. Jack stood about 6’2” with not an ounce of body fat upon his body. His chest was massive with firm huge pectoral muscles like those on Hercules. His muscular arms matched his chest as well. The man had a true six-pack abdomen. They rather rippled as he turned to the side. I tried not to stare as the longer I looked at him my pussy started to tingle. Janet leaned against me.

“My pussy is dripping,” Janet whispered into my ear.

I did not tell her mine was as well. His body was well defined and toned. One could tell he had worked for a living and not just sat around all day. Jack tossed his shirt to the ground turning his back to us, which was as defined as his front.

Janet asked, “What are those three holes in his back?” whispering to me.

I looked to Jack’s back as I had not noticed them until she pointed them out to me. They were indents like three of them in a closely spaced diagonal line. They were about the size of a nickel in diameter. Jack turned back to us as I saw the same type scarring at the front of his chest, which lined up with the ones on his chest.

I leaned into Janet and whispered back into her ear, “Those are bullet holes I think.”

Grandma came walking into the barn holding Michelle as she said, “You know it is past lunchtime,” as she stood beside Jack.

Frank looked at his watch as he replied, “So it is,” looking to Jack.

“You three go get some lunch,” “I am not really hungry,” Jack, replied looking to us.

Michelle stretched out her little arms from grandma toward Jack. She wanted Jack to take her. Jack took Michelle and he held her high above his head. He gently rocked her from side to side, as he raised and lowered her above his head. Michelle giggled and cooed as he played with her.

Grandma looked to Jack’s chest then touched the three holes as she said, “Jack, your wounds from Vietnam healed nicely.”

Jack handed Michelle back to grandma as he replied, “Wounds heal but men do not,” Jack went back to work as he added, “For we all must pay for our sins.”

Grandma touched his arm as she said, “I am here Jack if you need to talk about it.

“Thanks grandma but some memories are better left alone,” Jack replied to her then looked at me before he turned away.

Once again, I saw his eyes fill with despair and sadness. I also saw the sadness in Grandma’s eyes as well. I believed something had happened to him in Vietnam that brought pain and despair into his eyes. I think grandma knew this as well. She turned and looked to Frank.

“Let’s go get some lunch,” Frank said wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

We all walked to the house except for Jack he stayed behind working on my car. We went into the kitchen and sat down at the table. Grandma made us some sandwiches and she handed me a couple on a plate.

“Be a dear Ann and take these out to Jack,” grandma said.

Janet spoke up as she said, “I will take them out to him.”

“No Janet I will,” I replied standing up taking his and my plate with me as I went out the back door.

I was not sure why I had not let her take them to Jack. I walked slowly to the barn thinking about that. I think it was because of the pain I saw in his eyes. At the barn, I noticed Jack was hard at work taking the other door from my car. As I walked in I heard him humming a little tune as he worked it was “Hush little Baby.”

“Jack, grandma sent these out for you,” I said as I walked up to him.

“Thank you, Ann,” Jack replied.

Jack saw I had my plate in my hand as well. Jack smiled at me as he walked over and picked up a bake of hay. He placed it down near the car and then placed a near by piece of wood onto it making a table out of it. Jack went back, got two more bales, and tossed them onto each side of the bale with the wood on it. He even placed an old lantern onto the wood.

“It will serve its purpose,” Jack said as he stood there looking at me.

I stood there looking at the bales of hay. To be truthful I thought it looked a little romantic in a way. Jack took the plates from me placing them onto the make shift table. He turned and stared at me looking into my eyes. I stared back into his as he did.

Jack came toward me catching me by surprise as he wrapped his arms around me bending down to me. He pressed his lips into mine. His lips felt like gentle splashes of rain upon my lips as he kissed me pecking at my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck as that warm feeling entered my body. My lips rolled with his as our kiss continued.

Jack pulled his lips away from mine as he kissed at my neck. My body tingled as his tongue licked sensually at my neck. Jack moved his lips back to mine. He kissed me with more feeling and passion than I had ever felt from any man before him. However, it was as if I had tasted those lips before.

Jack started to break our kiss pulling his face from mine. However, I pulled him back against my face as my lips went back onto his. I had enjoyed his kiss and I did not want it to end as I kissed him deeply as he had me. I had never heard bells and whistles before kissing a man. However, this man had set them off as we kissed.

“Sorry to interrupt,” “But you forgot something to drink,” grandma said.

Jack and I both suddenly broke our kiss. We stood there looking innocently like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Jack looked to me as I looked to him.

We both said in unison, “We were not doing anything grandma.”

Grandma smiled as she replied, “I remember my first true kiss with your grandfather right here in this barn.”

“It was not my first kiss grandma,” I replied.

“Are you sure Ann?” grandma asked smiling at Jack.