Road Test by David Wickenhauser (best inspirational books txt) 📗

Not too much later, he heard the door’s lock disengage and Jenny came sweeping into the room with shopping bags hanging from both hands.

“Hey, sweetie. How was your day?” she asked. She bent over and gave Hugh a kiss.

“It was good. I got a lot taken care of. How about you, what all did you do?”

“Oh. It was great.” All smiles, and as beautiful as ever.

“I went shopping.” She hoisted the bags to show him.

Then she put the bags down and opened her spa robe to model for him the bikini she had bought.

Hugh’s heart skipped a beat. He wondered if Jenny had any idea how beautiful she was, and what a perfect figure she had. He doubted it, because Jenny didn’t dress to accentuate her figure like a lot of women did. Charlie came to mind as that kind of woman.

Her body was more toned and tanned than when Hugh had first met her. She had spent a lot of time at the ranch swimming and riding horses.

“Nice. That definitely suits you,” he said. “What else?”

“I went swimming. They’ve got a gigantic, gorgeous pool here. Then I got a massage, and had a mani-pedi. I hope that’s OK.”

Hugh wasn’t sure what a mani-pedi was, but if it made Jenny this happy, he was all for it.

Hugh chuckled to himself. The only interesting thing he had done today was pee in a cup.

“Perfect,” Hugh said. “I figured we’d put on the best clothes we’ve got and go down to the resort restaurant for an early dinner.”

She pulled something out of one of the bags and held it in front of her. “How about this?”

It was a long evening gown, cut low in front, and even lower in the back. It was made out of material that shimmered and changed color depending on how it caught the light. She reached in the bag again and pulled out a pair of high heels. “And these?”

“Wow! But I’m going to be standing next to you looking like a stable hand in my trucking clothes,” Hugh said.

“Not a problem.” Jenny reached into another bag and brought out a pair of evening dress slacks, a long-sleeved dress shirt, and a stylish dinner jacket. Then she finished off the display by showing him a pair of slip-on dress shoes.

“OK. Beats what I had in mind,” Hugh said, with a laugh.

Hugh and Jenny walked into the resort’s world-class restaurant. In her high heels, Jenny’s height difference with Hugh was not such an obvious contrast. She walked with her arm in the crook of Hugh’s arm, and they turned heads as they approached the hostess station.

This time they had a reservation, and they were immediately seated.

“You look gorgeous,” Hugh told Jenny after the waiter had given them the menu.

“Thank you, Hugh,” Jenny said. “I never get tired of hearing that.”

Truth is it took Hugh’s breath away when he saw Jenny step out of the bathroom after showering. She had put on makeup and was wearing her new dress. She was stunning.

“And you, my man, look positively handsome tonight. You clean up well.”

“Thank you, ma’am. Now, order anything you want. No limit. And don’t look at prices.”

On their way back up to their villa Hugh said he had noticed the resort provided in-suite movies, and it would be fun to watch something.

“We might as well take advantage of the large TV, snuggle on the couch and watch a movie together.”

Jenny went into the bathroom first to change into comfortable clothes. On the way out she said she’d figure out how to order a movie while Hugh changed his clothes.

Sitting on the couch in the living room, they looked over the selection together and agreed a movie called, “The Greatest Showman” would be a good one to watch. It featured quite a few popular actors, including Hugh Jackman as the lead character playing P.T. Barnum, and Michelle Williams playing his wife.

When the movie got started, and Jenny was snuggling against Hugh on the couch with their feet on the coffee table, she said, “You know what? Hugh Jackman looks like you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, he’d be the one I’d want to play you in a movie about a hero trucker and his adventures with a hijack ring.”

Hugh laughed out loud at that one.

“I always thought you reminded me of a young Meg Ryan,” Hugh said. “Perky, pretty, blonde. A dead ringer. I always had a crush on her as a kid.”

“Did you ever think you could you do this with Meg Ryan?” Jenny said. Then she began some serious kissing action with a surprised, but unresisting, Hugh.

They agreed they had liked the movie – as much as they had seen of it anyway – and then they took turns in the bathroom getting ready for bed, Jenny first.

When Hugh came out of the bathroom the lights in the master bedroom had all been turned off, as they had been the night before. Jenny was under the covers on her side of the bed, as before. And the covers on Hugh’s side of the bed had been turned down, inviting him to climb in, as before.

As soon as Hugh got into the bed and pulled the covers up, Jenny scooted over and claimed her spot snuggled in next to him. Her left leg was draped over Hugh’s left leg. Her left arm rested on his chest, and her head rested in the hollow between Hugh’s left shoulder and his chest.

“Lord, help me,” Hugh said under his breath.

“I heard that.”

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