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White Lightnin' 29/37

Title:White Lightnin' 29/37
Author: BmblBee
Rating Adult overall
Paring: S/X
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this story and make
no profit from them
Summary: Set in the early 1940's, Spike is a G-man sent on
a mission in the Appalachian mountains to search for
and destroy illegal alcohol when he has an accident.
Xander is a moonshiner who takes him in.




Reaching under his bed, Xander pulled out a small metal
trunk that had been his fathers when he was in the war.
Now it held all of Xander's 'importants', as he called them.
He had a good suit of clothes from his days in college that
he really had no use for now.

He had a leather strap that served as a collar for his
old hound dog that had run off and never come back.
He had some books, novels he kept from school that he
had read a hundred times and would still read again.

And he had a smaller box of papers.
Birth and death certificates. All his saved money.
Car title and land ownership deeds.
There was also a well handled small white card.

A card with the name and address of a jerk.
But it was a jerk that would know how to find Spike.

Taking out the clothes, money, and the card, Xander
replaced the other items and slid the trunk back under
the bed.

After putting on the wool pants and white shirt, Xander
tucked the card in his pocket and packed a few more
clothes in a suitcase.

A suitcase that used to contain broken bottles, but had
been lovingly cleaned and stored.
He checked around the cabin. There was really nothing
there that required his daily attention or maintenance.

Taking a last look at his empty bed, his heart carried the
hope that he would find Spike and convince him to return
to the mountain.
Xander pulled the door closed and headed for the barn.

The air had been still all morning and Xander was surprised
when a sudden gust blew up. Turning his face, a large wet
maple leaf flew around him and stuck to the center of his
chest. Despite blowing down a puff of breath, it clung
on tight.

Peeling it off, Xander felt like it was a good sign and
decided to take it with him.
He threw his case in the car and jumped behind the wheel.
"Let's go girl. You been sitting too long. It's time for
a new adventure."
The engine roared to life and he was off.


It was a longer trip than he had anticipated. Sleeping the
first night on the backseat and eating in greasy spoons,
he drove almost nonstop.

The card had given the address as a building in the center
of New York City. He had heard from classmates who
lived here how big the city was, but big didn't even begin
to describe it.

He arrived late the second evening, and parking on the
street, slept again in the car.
By morning he was rumpled, hungry and badly needed
to piss.
He slipped down an alley and leaned against a building
hopefully out of sight.

Only after releasing a hot stream of acrid urine did he notice
the blankets and boxes.
He was shocked to realize people were living here.
In cardboard crates and cheap wood shantys.
He prayed to God Spike had not sunk to that level.

Xander now felt a new urgency to locate him and after
stopping three more times to ask directions, he found
himself parked in front of a huge imposing government
building.

Double checking the address against the one on the card,
he satisfied himself that he was in the right place.

Xander did his best to right his clothes and finger comb
his hair.
Entering through the front doors he went directly to the
security guard at the inside desk.

"Good morning. I'm here to see Mr. Liam O'Connor."
The security guard never took his eyes off the newspaper
he was reading.
"You got an appointment?"

For a quick moment, Xander considered lying, but knew
it could be easily checked.
"No, but he said to come see him if I had any information."
Xander smiled broadly.
The statement was true, the information, not so much.

Still deeply absorbed in the daily adventures of Mutt and
Jeff, the guard pointed in the direction of the elevators.
"Fifth floor. Office 503. Names on the door.

Xander walked in the direction indicated, entered the
elevator and waited patiently for the clanking metal cage
to arrive at his stop.
503.

Easy enough to find.
He tapped twice on the office door and stepped in.

The two ladies typing madly on the machines at their
desks both stopped and looked up.
"Good Morning. Can I help you?" The cheap blond
seemed to be in charge so he approached her.

"Yes, my name is Alexander Harris and I need to see
Mr. O'Connor on a confidential matter."

Blondie crossed her legs and ran her eyes up and down
Xander's body slowly, pausing almost imperceptibly at
his crotch.
Opening her desk drawer, she pulled out a tube of blood
red lipstick and sensually applied it to her mouth,
finishing the job with an exaggerated smack of the lips

"You got an appointment?" She fluttered her eyes and
wiggled her ass in her chair. The smile on her face
was nothing less than predatory.
Staring at the smear of red on her front tooth, Xander pulled
the card from his pocket.

"No, but he said to come and see him."
Rising slowly from her seat, she swished to the main
office door and stuck her head in.

She spoke too quietly for Xander to hear, but he was sure
she announced him.
He concealed a snicker when her conversation was
completed with a "Fuck!" and a hanky rubbed briskly
over her teeth.

Returning to her seat she jerked her head in the general
direction of the inner office.
"Go on in. He will see you."
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