Ventura Highway

About the Book

I continued on my way southward. I was into San Luis Obispo County now. Here southbound U.S. 101, the Ventura Highway, turned westward toward the coast.

I was aproaching the mid-point of the trip. I was going to stay overnight in Paso Robles ‘the way of the oaks’. An old girlfriend of mine from my Michigami days, Mary Lou Taylor, was living in Paso Robles.

She ran a restaurant on the main street of town California Highway 46 called the ‘Porch’. She had promised me a meal if I was ever in town. Besides peaches were in season; she said she made the best peach pie in the county.

“Won the blue ribbon for it at the County Fair Roger.”

“Hmmm. It is good Mary Lou. Nice place you have here. Nice touch too using the porch of this old house for a dining room. I can watch the traffic out there on Avenida Street.”

She sat down beside me and placed her hand on my thigh. “Always said the best gifts came in the smallest packages.”

I set my hand on hers. “If you mean being well-endowed Mary Lou, no. However, you are getting me horny. Are you proposing . . . ?”

“I’m a fallen woman Roger. Got chased out of Malaboca after Tony Richards knocked me up. Couldn’t even keep the child. My dad put me in the Christian Home for Wayward Girls in Zuider. Made me give the baby up as soon as it was born.”

“That’s too bad Mary Lou. I suppose now you want to get married and raise a family.”

“I was married Roger. To a guy out here. That’s how I got the restaurant. The house was his mother’s.”

“What happened then? Is he . . . ”

“He died last year. He was quite a bit older than I am. Never could get me pregnant.” She started feeling my crotch.

“Mary Lou! I am not volunteering for the duty.”

“Don’t have to Roger. I have some condoms upstairs.”

“Then I guess we are all set.”

About the Author

The author was born and raised in Michigan within spitting distance of one of the Great Lakes. When the time came to go forth into the Real World, he spent over half of his adult life in the San Francisco Bay Area as that was the only place there was a body of water large enough to simulate the Lake.