A New Town

By Mathis B Rogers

Novelist Jerry Marsh tries to escape from his adoring fans by moving to A New Town. He isn't expecting what he runs into, though. First, it's raining when he gets to his new house, and his furniture hasn't arrived. When it does, he has to spend the night on the floor with the delivery man and it seems that everyone is looking for the person who previously had his phone number. This story does include non-safe sex (without condoms)

This eBook contains Adult content.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mathis B Rogers
• Release date: Apr 10, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458034939

Mathis B Rogers

Mathis B. Rogers was born in Shamrock, Texas, and was raised all over the Texas Panhandle and South Plains of West Texas.He began writing when he was thirteen and while working the Night Audit (graveyard shift) for motels, he was able to be very prolific. Mathis enjoys writing and when someone asks him how to write, he replies, "It's just daydreaming and writing it down."

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A New Town

Mathis B. Rogers

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Table of Contents

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Chapter VII

Chapter VIII

Chapter IX

Chapter X

Chapter XI

About the Author

Chapter I

Rain had pounded my car all morning as I made the thirty-mile drive from Springfield to the little country town of Ridgemont. As I got closer to the driveway of the three-bedroom house, on the outskirts of town, I had just purchased the week before, it began to rain harder and the wipers had difficulty clearing the windshield.

I hope the movers have the furniture in, I thought pulling into the long, winding drive. Luckily the previous owners had graveled the driveway.

As I turned the bend I was disappointed the moving van was not there. Maybe they’ve already come and gone, I said hopefully as I pulled the hood of my rain coat over my head. I had given them a key, so if they got there before I did, they could start unloading since I had some unfinished business to take care of in the city.

The red, brick, three-bedroom house, faced the south. There were morning glories in the window boxes, and daisies lined the circular drive. There were no curtains on the windows, so I could tell that there was no furniture or boxes in the living room, by looking in the big picture window.

I pulled up in front of the garage and parked the car. Then I reached into the backseat and got my umbrella. If I had the garage door opener with me, I could park in the garage, then gone straight into the utility room from there. But they had only given me two sets of keys, so I had to run through the rain to the front porch. I could have parked in front of the porch, but I didn’t want to block the drive because the moving van would need to park there.

As I unlocked the door, a clap of thunder shook the house and I jumped and dropped the keys.

Bending to pick them up, a movement caught my eye. I straightened and looked out through the rain towards the old water mill about a quarter of a mile west of the house.

Of course, it was hard to see that far off, especially in the rain. I figured it was just a bird, so I opened the door and went in.

The entrance hall had a hardwood floor; to the left of the door there was a cloak closet, then further down the hall was an arched doorway leading into the living room.

To the left of the living room, down the hall, was a bathroom then further down, an arched door opened into the kitchen. The hall went all the way to the kitchen door, then turned and went east to the bedrooms. The master bedroom at the end of the hall, had a private bath.

I hung my raincoat in the cloak closet and stood the umbrella in the corner. Then I crossed into the living room. Although it was early spring, it was still chilly in the house because of the rain, so I went over to the big fireplace on the east wall, and, with the wood that had been left in the bin, got a fire going.

I turned around and looked at the huge living room. On the south side I wished the picture window was a bay window, but at the price I had paid, I couldn’t complain.

I had decided to buy carpeting for the hardwood living room floor, when I bought the house, but now that I stood in front of the warm fireplace, I changed my mind. I would get a throw-rug to put under the coffee table and leave the rest bare.

My thoughts of decorating the house were interrupted by the ringing of the phone. I had had the phone connected, and the water and lights turned on the week before when I bought the house. I had brought out a spare wall phone I had in my apartment in the city. There was no place for it there, but here it fit on the wall under the cabinet in the kitchen.

I hurried into the kitchen and picked up the instrument. Hello?

Mrs. Johnson? the deep male voice made my spine tingle with excitement.

No, the Johnson’s don’t have this number anymore.

Oh, I’m sorry.

That’s okay. I replaced the receiver and wondered what he looked like. With a deep sigh, I turned to survey the kitchen.

The refrigerator set by the outside, back door. The cabinet ran along the north wall to the double sink, then on down to the stove. The window over the sink looked out over the massive backyard.

A breakfast bar separated the kitchen from the door, and I was thankful the previous owner didn’t need the stools, so he left them for me since my apartment didn’t have a bar.

To the west of the kitchen, a large area for the dining table had a large picture window overlooking the backyard. On the south side of the kitchen, a door opened into the utility room and from there you could go out to the garage.

Luckily for me, my apartment had not been furnished, so I had all my furniture, except for one of the bedrooms, which I would purchase later. I planned to use one bedroom for