Solitude and Circumstance
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A routine, solitude life was a pretty good way to describe the meaningless trek through this world of Jason Leery. One man, one van, one road at a time. Day after day, town after town, nothing every really changing. The same stops filled with the same old tired faces. Not that Jason Leery ever complained, he liked his life the why it was. There was no grass growing beneath his feet, just the white and yellow lined asphalt ahead of him. Winding its way through five one-horse towns a day in six counties. Jason Leery had money in his pocket and a full belly, along with a bed to sleep in and a roof over his head every night. Although six out of seven nights it wasn’t the same roof. Hell he even had a woman to share his bed; the woman came with the roof. You know they always said that variety was the spice of life. To Jason Leery it was a vice. But that would all change in one fleeting moment on a sultry summer night in July. The night he would stop being an observer of life through the windows of his step-van and become an active participant, again. The night Jason Leery would meet, her, for the first time. The night his past would lay out his future.
Jason Leery wasn’t any Robert Redford or Mel Gibson. Hell he wasn’t even a Jim Carry. He was an average twenty-eight year-old man. Standing just under six foot, carrying one hundred-sixty pounds, most of it settling at his waist. His skin smooth and soft beneath the stubble of five o’ clock shadow reaching across his face from a mustache above his full lips. Some believed it was the melancholy in his deep blue eyes that made him so attractive. “ Woman just love that tortured soul look.” Sam Watts had said on many occasions discussing Jason’s luck with the opposite sex. A common topic on the days Jason was scheduled to arrive.
It was around seven o’ clock when Jason Leery pulled up in front of Sam’s Bar and Grill. Setting just on the outskirts east of Jamesonville. The place was just starting to bustle, the band warming up could be heard easily outside. Some country-western mixed with southern-rock tunes, none familiar to Jason, pulling boxes from the back door of his van. He looked to the slowly changing sky. Shades of orange, yellow, and red danced across puffs of violet and purple. Soon this day would no longer be able to hold off the challenge of darkness, giving way to the night, just as it had every day since the beginning of time. Much in the same way that Cindy Jo Wayne gave way to Jason Leery’s challenges every night he was in Jamesonville. Cindy Jo, one of the six women of Jason’s harem spread across six counties. This night however she most likely sat with her two children, Nikki and Thomas, watching some game show or sitcom on TV. While Davis, her husband and most likely both kids’ father, relaxed in his old worn-out Lay-Z-Boy, chugging a brew, trying in a feeble attempt to answer the questions put to the contestants.
Unknowing of Jason Leery’s arrival a full day early, Cindy Jo had not made up some lame excuse to be out all night. No – I have to work a split shift at the diner, or the girls and me had planned this weekend trip months ago – I told you. This week Cindy Jo didn’t need one of her lavish excuses. Davis was going out on the road for a five-day haul, leaving first thing in the morning. Perfect she'd thought, Davis leaves in the morning, Jason Leery arriving that same evening. What could be better, hell she could spend the entire weekend with him if she wanted. No, if he would allow. Cindy Jo Wayne glanced at the clock, cringing, nearing eight, and bedtime for the kids. She knew Davis would be expecting her to perform her wifely duties once the kids were in bed. He always did before a long haul. But Cindy Jo only thought of Jason Leery, how passionate and ravenous he would be, taking her body on the night that follows. How eagerly she would give herself to any forbidden desire Jason wanted of her. Little did she know, at that same moment she dreamed so star-eyed into a growing shadow next to the neon pink plastic clock, Jason was finishing his delivery at Sam’s a day early. Getting ready to make his short trip down route three, arriving at the Circle H Motel within the next few minutes. For the first time in four years Cindy Jo Wayne would not be waiting for Jason Leery in room 12, striped to her birthday-suite or in one of her over sized T-shirts, nothing underneath, waiting his arrival, sprawled in a seductive pose on the full size bed standing centered in room 12. Her sexual tension reaching near explosive levels, before Jason would even step through the door, fevered, burning with desire, in anticipation of the night’s events to come.