Nummy Calvin

You’ve seen me around town, you just pretend not to. I’m the guy crawling out of the dumpster behind downtown restaurants to ask for a handout. The guy who smells like he pissed himself and always seems to have snot running out of his nose. I hear your kids when they insult me, the name they call me … Nummy Calvin. I don’t know why they call me that, it’s not even my name. But I don’t care, I have more important things on my mind than fighting with a bunch of punks. I have to get my revenge on the bitch who did this to me.

I may look the part, but I’m not like all of those homeless people you’ve seen in your town. Those losers don’t have anyone to blame but themselves. They should have planned better. I’m living like this because I’m a victim. It’s not my fault that I’m living on the street, sleeping in doorways or where ever. If I wasn’t so busy planning my next move I could get a job. The fact is, I was doing fine and living the good life until the night I ran into a demon disguised as a helpless old woman. After a lifetime of being disappointed and let down by my family and friends, I thought I had found the perfect situation. I had no idea how wrong I was. The worst part is, I didn’t end up a piece of human garbage because she outsmarted me, it was because I trusted her.

I still remember how my downfall began. I had been in Livermore a couple of days and was staying at the home of an old high school friend. Tom was surprised to hear from me, but I knew he’d be happy to have me visit so he could show off. He thought he was hot shit because he had a big house in the wine country and a successful career, but I knew better. His house may have been big, but it was weird … and full of stuff.

Any schmuk can get a job and earn a fortune, but to do it without working, you have to be wise. My friends thought I was on vacation. The truth was, I left my wife behind and had no intention of seeing her again. Shortly after I met her, Peggy inherited asmall rundown estate in Florida. She wasn’t sure how to proceed until I suggested that the two of us move there and I’d show her how to straighten things out. Everything was great for a few years, but eventually I had converted everything into cash and burned through the money. After that I couldn’t see any reason to stick around, so I planned a trip to California and forgot to mention it to Peggy.

It started out as a great trip. My friends Tom and Mandy had never met Peggy and I’d never mentioned them to her. I was pretty confident she wouldn’t be able to find me. My hosts went out of their way to show me a good time. Of course, they took me to all of the major Livermore attractions, like the oak tree from outer space, that weird bar with the “Open” sign that looks like a boot and of course the local wineries.

The night my troubles began, the three of us attended a release party at Big White House winery. It was quite an event. The party featured a dance concert by a big band type orchestra called The Cool Tones. When we got there, they were performing the theme song from American Bandstand. I must admit, I’d never heard that song performed live before and these guys really knew how to swing.

The winery was packed but the three of us found a small a table near what quickly became a dance floor. I wasn’t crazy about the tiny amounts of wine they were pouring but at least it was free. The frequent need to refill did provide me with an excuse to walk around and check things out. There was a table where they were passing out samples of a strange Mexican looking dish that everyone seemed to enjoy. Beth told me it was Tacos al Pastor, but it didn’t look like any taco I ever ate at Taco Bell. I had no doubt that it would go right through me, so I skipped the snack line and concentrated on the crowd. Most of these people looked wealthy but boring. I just needed to spot a single woman and I’d be all set.

Suddenly there she was. Easily the oldest looking woman at the event but also the most elegant. While most of the women wore casual outfits, she was wearing a black evening dress that fit her perfectly. I watched for a few songs as she asked one woman after another to dance with her. The more she danced the livelier she seemed to get. OK … her face was so wrinkled it looked almost inhuman. She sort of looked like Willie Nelson on speed but that didn’t matter to me. I saw a woman who was wealthy and in need of attention. I knew she was exactly the type of woman I was looking for, someone who would be happy to provide for me for the rest of my life.

The Cool Tones announced that they were going to play one more song and then take a break. When the band broke into the Theme from Shaft, I knew it was time to make my move. I excused myself and was at her side before she had a chance to pick her next partner. She smiled when I asked her if she was ready to dance with a man. By the time the song had ended, I knew we had a special connection.

She told me her name was Estella, she had a place just outside of town and she was single. That was pretty much everything I needed to know. After a few tiny glasses of wine and a few more dances, Tom and Mandy were ready to leave. When Estella, offered to drive me home, I jumped at the chance. As we went our separate ways, I whispered to Tom not to wait up for me.

Estella and I left a few minutes after my friends. I was eager to get her alone so I could begin using my charm to take over her life. This was going to be easy, women like her always need a man to run their lives. I could tell that she was just as eager as I was, so I knew things were going to work out fine.

I escorted her to her car which turned out to be a black Cadillac. When we were alone in her car, I pulled her close to me and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. She responded in a way that made me feel like I had her under my spell already. Things were starting to look better and better as she steered the Caddy up a narrow winding road to her secluded estate. All I could think about was how badly I wanted this woman.

Once inside her stately mansion, things progressed quickly. A servant greeted us; an old geezer named Charles. After he served us drinks, he made himself scarce. I was expecting things to move along at the normal pace, make some small talk over the drinks, gradually move closer and steer the conversation to how attractive I think she is. Except it didn’t happen like that, Estella grabbed me by the wrist and pretty much dragged me into her bed. We had incredible sex, in every position I was familiar with and several more that she introduced. Sometime before dawn I was completely drained and on the verge of passing out. Estella mounted my prone body, pinned my shoulders to the mattress and starred deeply into my eyes. There was that special connection again, it felt like our souls touched. Then I guess I passed out.

The next morning, I was dead tired. I couldn’t believe how little energy I had. After all It wasn’t that crazy of a night and I’d hardly had anything to drink. Estella, on the other hand, seemed even more energetic than last evening. After a cup of coffee, she dragged me back to bed for more sex.

That’s how things went all week. Every time I tried to bring up her finances, she would begin gently massaging my body until I was aroused. The sex was incredible, not only was her body super tight, her womanhood was too! The old lady loved for me to go down on her and it seemed like I spend most of the week with my face buried between her thighs. In fact, I’m pretty sure that’s the only thing I ate during my stay. Incredibly enough, Estella seemed to be getting younger looking and more energetic with every session.

I keep thinking that I stayed at Estella’s place for a week, but I really don’t remember. The experience was so all consuming that now it just seems like one continuous cycle of sex, shrouded in a haze that got thicker with every passing minute. I kind of remember Charles leading me back to the car and dropping me off in the lot behind the First Street business district. I was too tired to do anything but crawl inside a dumpster and pass out.

That was … I don’t really know how long it’s been. Was it yesterday or last year? What difference would it make? I should contact my friends but …. I just don’t seem to be able to get it together. No doubt about it, I stopped caring about anything except getting my revenge on the creature that did this to me. Rich bitch or not, she’s only human. It’s not like she came here from another planet by popping out of a tree or something. Sooner or later she’ll come here looking for more of my manhood and then …