Good Intentions (Samogon 1)

Good Intentions (Samogon 1) by Eric Gilliland

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model .380 and a Glock .45 caliber. Rochelle came in to see him.
    “When are you going to teach me to shoot?”
    “Why do you want to learn? You planning on shooting someone?”
    “A girl needs to protect herself, doesn’t she? And besides, now that I’m helping you with the family business, who's to say I won’t need protection? I’ve watched you and daddy shoot, it looks fun.”
    Chris didn’t have a problem teaching Rochelle how to shoot. He knew sooner or later her father would have taught her. Although her mother didn’t care for guns, Louise had learned how to shoot when they were young and stationed in Panama together. “I’ll try to teach you before you leave for college. For now, come on and help me box up the rest of the brandy.”
    Down in the bunker Rochelle and Chris finished bottling the one thousand gallons of fruit brandy. Forty-one cases and a box of eight gallons were for the trip to Charleston. Another forty-one gallons remained stacked on pallets down in the bunker.
    There were eight gallons left over that Chris pointed out to Rochelle. “Why don’t you make yourself $800 and sell that to your white boyfriend. Put some walking around money in your pocket.”
    “Chris, he’s not my boyfriend. I don’t have a boyfriend.” She walked over to where Chris was sitting and straddled his lap. “Maybe I need one.”
    She leaned forward and kissed him. Chris placed his hands on the sides of her waist, holding her firmly. As they continued kissing, he slid one hand around to the small of her back, and with the other he reached up under her shirt and massaged her breasts. Rochelle reached down and unbuttoned Chris’ jeans, eager to release his him . It had been a while since the two had sex. The passion between them was strong. Making love to Chris was so much different than with Mikhail. With the Russian it had always been about getting off. With Chris, whether she wanted to admit it or not, there was love, passion, and desire. She knew Mikhail’s only interest was having a sexy black girl to bang. But Chris, he loved her.
    They made love, then sat there quietly together. She hugged him tightly, and with her face buried in his shoulders, she began to cry. All that was happening in her life, her nerves finally shattered—losing her dad, the threat of losing the farm, leaving home, fearing for her mom, loving two boys, running moonshine, and the uncertainty of tomorrow.
    “You just go on and cry, baby girl. Just cry.” Chris held her against his chest—one hand supporting her back and the other caressing the back of her head and neck up under her hair. He whispered in her ear, trying to keep her calm as her emotions were crashing. “Let it all out. It’ll be okay. Nothing’s going to hurt you. You’re my girl. You’re going to be all right.”
    Rochelle continued to cry in silence as Chris’ strong hands nearly massaged her to sleep.

-8-
     
    Early Monday morning, Chris had loaded the forty-two boxes into the back of the truck, then made one last check and headed east for the one-hour drive. There was little traffic on the highway and not a state trooper anywhere. It was just before ten o'clock when he pulled into Charleston.
    He stopped at Skagg’s Cafe for an early lunch. The smell of fried eggs, bacon, pork gravy, along with cigarette smoke and fresh brewed coffee filled his nostrils. At the hostess stand he could smell oven-fresh cinnamon rolls. To his right along the counter, a few officers were taking a coffee break. Chris didn’t pay them any mind, and there was enough customer traffic that the officers hadn’t noticed him.
    After knocking back a plate of waffles and two sides of sausage, Chris sat in the cafe and drank a few cups of coffee while he waited for the lunch traffic to pick up. Once it did, he blended back into the roads and drove closer to the University of Charleston campus where the hotels were practically empty on Mondays. He checked into a Red Roof Inn and stayed

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