Chapter 12 Carolyn Cont'd

Back to Carolyn. We set out for Montana, me driving a 24 foot truck and Carolyn driving a 3/4 ton 4X4 pickup. We stopped in Kansas, the first night. We went out that night to a night club in Hays, Kansas. I got a glimpse of what Carolyn felt she needed. Carolyn was a very, very attractive woman. She needed attention and wanted to be desired, but does not want to be approached. Basically she wants thing on her terms with her in control. I was her escort of sorts. She didn't mind if guys oggled her, but she made it clear she was with someone, me. Nothing happened that first night in Kansas, or the second in Wyoming. We got to Great Falls the day before we were to pick up the remaining crew members. We stopped and Carolyn went to check us in while I secured the truck. She got us two adjoining rooms. There was a knock at the connecting room door and I opened it. She announced she was going to shower, and then we could go to dinner Quicker than I could spring an erection, she undressed and got in the shower. To be honest with all the blood draining from my head, I can't remember if I got in the shower with her or showered in my room. I do remember that she was in the bed and lickity split I joined her. Well, we more than made up for the interruption in Giddings. After the lust faded, and we had a cigarette, she said she needed to make a phone call. Well, not to be deterred, as I wanted round two, I stayed and while she talked to her hubbie Mr. B on the phone, I decided to do a little spelunking, or muff diving to those of you who are marine oriented. I tried my best to rattle her while she talked on the phone. She must have gotten something out of having me munching her muff, while she talked to her husband on the phone, because as soon as she hung up we went into extra innings. The next day we went pick up the rest of our crew at the airport. One the two techs we picked up was a guy named Dan Walker, a 350+ lb biker who knew Carolyn's former boyfriend and knew she was married. He took a brotherly interest in looking after her. The crew didn't get into town until late so we postponed setting out on the last leg of our trip until morning. After picking them up and driving from the air port it was late afternoon. The sexual tension between Carolyn and me was pretty high. We were behaving like two teenagers doing something we didn't want mom and dad to find out about, which made it even nastier. So when we split up to go to our rooms to kill time till dinner. Well, Carolyn and I went to her room to "clean" up and fucked like two animals. I mean we didn't even make it to the bed. I laid her on a divan and went at her like an inmate who just made parole. The blush on my ears hadn't gone away before old Dan was knocking on the door. We had a good laugh later because he had this really strange look on his face, maybe he could still smell the sex in the air. Anyway, I think he caught on to what was going on before the trip was over. We drove on into Jordan the next day. I don't remember clearly but I think Carolyn and I shared the truck front seat and talked. She was a bit too conservative to do anything else. In fact I don't think she was much into giving head at all come to think of it. We checked into the motel in Jordan. It was situated along the main running through town, with the town's main street running north from it, like an upside down "T". Across the street on the right was our lab housed in a vacant auto parts store, and on the other corner was the largest bar in town. In setting up the survey and making lodging arrangements I had gotten to know the daughter of the owners of both the motel and the bar. We checked in and I met her. We flirted a bit then headed over to the bar for a beer before dinner. Carolyn and the other tech tagged along. I vaguely remember the other tech who was female, Donna Wilman I believe. Donna knew Carolyn; they had been rivals at one time or other. I had a drink or two and a nice chat with the young woman who worked both the motel and bar. I then headed back to the lab to do some paperwork. Later I got back to the bar on my own and it was like stepping into a deep freeze. So much so I asked point blank what had changed since the last time I had come into the place. The young woman told me that Carolyn had in no uncertain terms told her that I was hers and that the others had better stay clear. I told them that she was my tech and that that was all. I would make a liar out of myself in short order. Due to the inclement weather in the area, the motel was built with a hallway behind the rooms for the maids to use with their carts. So each room had a front door to the street and another door opening to the service hallway. This was October and the weather was already cold and wet. All of us went to the bar that night, well I think we made the rounds of all three bars on the street, saloons really and hit the sack around 10 or 10:30. That night Carolyn came down the hallway and knocked at my door. We screwed to the wee hours. If I recall she scratched and clawed me like a cat that night and I had the stripes to show for it for a week. She got up in the early AM and was preparing to beat feet back to her room before the others woke up. I turned on the light to a scene out of the Godfather where the guy finds the horse's head in bed with him. Only there wasn't a horse's head and it wasn't horse's blood. Apparently she had started her period during our pipe laying and neither of us had noticed, or at least I hadn't. I probably chalked up the excess lube to her excitement. I looked like someone had cut my pecker off, my pubes were matted with blood and we were both smeared from shoulders to knees with the stuff. My bed was a fucking mess, thats' it and all about it. Then it flashed in my brain. The gal at the bar was the one who made up the rooms and she was going to find a scene that looked like I had just butchered some one or some thing in my bed. Else I had screwed a very shrewd woman who knew she was flowing and had indelibly marked her turf. It wasn't the last time Carolyn out smarted me. I got cleaned up and we left that morning for the field. I don't think I said another word to the motel gal the remaining 3 weeks of my stay. She just stayed clear of me. Touché Carolyn. We continued to do the sneaking around for the next few weeks until another crew came up to replace us. We flew out and the replacement crew drove the vehicles back. The next trip with Carolyn was to Rockglen, Saskatchewan. I drove up, again picking up the crew along the way, started the survey, setting up a lab in a vacant auto garage. We were going to do field work on both sides of the US-Canadian border. I left for a while to handle my then Ex # 1's filing for divorce, then flew back. Carolyn was at the airport to pick me up. Carolyn had come up while I was gone and she had talked the rest of the crew into letting her stay at the hotel to do laundry while they were out collecting samples. I checked in to my room then checked into Carolyn. We whammed and bammed until the late afternoon when the rest of the crew was due back. At this point, it was an all girl crew. Terry Nichols, Carolyn, and another whose name escapes me at the moment. We hired the proprietor of the motel to help us in the field both as a tech and as a guide. He had time on his hands and his wife could handle the motel in his absence. His name was Monty. Things were a bit hard at the time and I checked the web and the motel was up for sale so I guess he and his family had moved on. He was highly amused by my all female field crew. They were like cats in a bag. They were always back biting each other as soon as one person left the lab, me included. Since there were no men with us except me and Monty, they could not play the feminine card to get out of work. Carolyn did this a lot, but couldn't this time around. We continued to see each other on the sly. I think Monty like being the stick that kept the mix stirred up. I left the lab one evening while we were still working to get caught up on paperwork. I went to the local bar/restaurant to eat and work. They sent him to see what I was up to, and reported back that I was making time with the local town floosie. Something I was not doing. That got Carolyn and the rest riled a bit. They sent another of their number down the street to check on me and by that time I was talking to someone, so it appeared that Monty had told the truth. I came back to a deep freeze. He pulled me aside and told me what had happened and we got a good laugh. Then I confronted my crew. They were sheepish about it. Then came the truck wrecks. Long story short, the weather deteriorated. We had rented a Ford Bronco to fill out our compliment of trucks for our field surveys. That along with the old Ford 3/4 ton 4X4 was our field transport. Well, I was riding with Carolyn, doing the map reading when she missed a curve and ran off the road in a straight slide cut through a barbed wire fence and hitting a cane break that stopped up just short of an 8 foot drop into a coulee (a dry creek bed). We scratched up the paint on the truck but nothing else. At almost the same instant miles away, Monty and the other gal hit a patch of black ice going over a bridge. She must have accelerated to cause the resulting broad slide, started to go off the road to the right, over corrected and shot to the left completely over the road and off to the left side. She then cranked the wheel to avoid going through a barbed wire fence and into an open field that would have at most caused minor paint damage. Instead she rolled the truck over and it skidded about 40 feet on the roof. Luckily the one piece fiberglass bed cap supported the weight, else the cab would have been crushed level with the top of the doors. As it was the truck was totaled. Just the day before I had them clean out the trucks, including removing all the "neat" rocks the seemed to collect as a matter of course that littered the floor boards. This included a few cantaloupe sized brutes that had they been loose in the cab when they flipped probably would have killed someone or at least seriously injured them. Needless to say it caused quite a stir back in Bartlesville when I called in the first accident. The company was on a safety kick at the time, and there was no such thing as an unavoidable accident. Even though the Canadian Mounted Police had deemed it unavoidable due to the black ice, the company safety wags were on a rampage. When I called in the told me they already knew about it. The were referring of course to the other accident which I did not know about at the time. I cleared that up and informed them that this was indeed a second accident, the second in about 20 minutes. The thought that the most serious accident might cost her, her job reduced the one gal to tears. The net affect was we had to take a truck driving course in Kellyville on our return. I was told that the incident went all the way to the executive committee and so many high up muckity mucks were scrambling to cover their asses that it was promptly swept under the rug. In contrast, on another occasion poor Terry Swift was lambasted and got a reprimand for simply skidding off an ice slick road into a snow bank and causing minor damage to a truck fender. Our incident was promptly ignored and forgotten. So my friends, if you are going to screw up, make it such a major screw up that it endangers a lot of powerful people and they will protect themselves and in so doing protect you. We celebrated the end of the survey by taking Monty and his wife out to a distanct dinner club for drinks and dinner. We got really hammered. I guess we never fooled anyone with our sneaking around. I have pictures of me standing at the table while Carolyn lovingly cups my crotch, an another of her taking a nose dive into my lap. So much for our being discrete. It was all in good fun. We were well into our cups by the end of the evening, but I do remember riding home, letting Carolyn drive while I had my head in her lap face under her blouse, suckling on her nice full breasts as they hung in my face. I can still remember their warmth, and the strains of Billy Ocean singing Caribbean Queen. Life was good. When we got back to the office in Bartlesville, I got the call to see the branch manager I had dreaded. I walked into his office and all he said was, " Well? Did you fuck her?. I told him I was a gentleman and gentlemen did not talk about ladies. Shortly after that, Carolyn set her cap for one a pretty boy PhD on the Geology staff. His wife was pregnant, and according to Donna, who knew the inside skinny on things of this nature, Carolyn was at his house cleaning his pipes while his wife was in the hospital bringing his child into the world. Apparently that lasted a until his wife cam home, or until he got the boot back to academia. The powers that be figured he was too interested in igneous petrology, volcanoes to most folks, and unfortunately, volcanoes don't produce much oil. So he was sent packing back to the university world to pursue his research passion. Donna also said Carolyn critiqued his wife's wardrobe. Cold. But, hey, infidelity is a different sort of drug. When someone betrays all the promises they made to be with YOU, it is a great ego boost. I am not condoning it, I just understand it. I have been on both sides of it, having had a fling with a Navy Seal's wife while in college. I wasn't the only one she was doing at the time, but I did monopolize her attention for a month or so and we may have made a son together. I am in touch with her to this day, but she has never said yea or nay on the matter. It was a rush at the time, years later when I came to realized the extent of the Navy Seal fraternity in Norfolk, Va, it really sobered me up. I mean if our indiscretion had come to his attention, I could easily have become fish bait and no one would ever have known. But this gal was willing to run the risk and potentially and eventually throw away her marriage to be with me. I saw her a few times during her pregnancy, and got the skinny on her divorce. Seems he didn't want kids and with her pregnant...go figure. All I can say is I was plowing the field a lot more than he was, him being on deployment and all. And the timing was right. She even made a point to bring the kid by to show him to me. So, who knows? I never went in the field with Carolyn after than and was transferred to Houston in 1986, then reassigned to International back in B'ville, but decided to live in Tulsa and commute. One fine day, I got a visit from someone on the 15th (Executive) floor of the Plaza Office Building. It seems Carolyn had used me as a reference when bidding on a new position. I knew the guy and was very candid about Carolyn's abilities and her penchant to manipulate men. I used her own words, "I'll tickle the crotch worm if it will help me get what I want." She still got the job. I have often wondered how many of the crotch worms on the 15th floor she might have tickled while working up there. She came by for a pool party one weekend and I have a picture of her and my Future Ex #2 poolside in their bikinis. In with the old out with the new. As it was we saw each other once or twice after that, she would come into Tulsa to "shop" with a girlfriend, and meet me at my apartment. One evening we were going to go out for dinner and instead we ate in on the living room floor. Then we caled out for dinner, had it delivered and ate it lounging on the floor in the living room while watching a movie on the TV. We have spoken since by phone and she seems to be happy. She finally got that corvette that she always seemed to think was the Mt. Everest of status symbols. Carolyn was like the cobra, all your life you've been told that something like that is evil, and you know it is definitely lethal, but it is so seductively beautiful, and hypnotic that you just can't stay away. She was every bit that, and I was lucky that the cobra never bit me. Well, she did scratch a bit. But it was worth every second.