An Adirondack Mystery-Chapter 1


Adirondacks in Essex County, New York

Adirondack Mountains

Life in a small town can be very interesting as I found out after I drove through the Adirondacks in Upper New York State one Autumn day.

My name is Mike Bennet. I earn my living as a Project Engineer and I work for one of this countries largest Construction Companies. It’s one of those sort of jobs where I spend anything up to four years in one place working on a project. I build interesting things like skyscrapers and very large buildings.  Once, I was a very happily married man but my wife, whom I loved very much, got bored with the time I spent away from home and even though she could have come with me, prefered to stay close to her family in Texas. She finally left me for another guy. I guess that I only have myself to blame but I was so much in love with this lady that I saw through any faults that she may have had. I should have known that life was too good to be true and should have suspected something was amiss when she no longer ended our phone conversations with “I love you” as we used to do.  I was away for long periods at a time with my work but was usually able to manage a month of vacation every year and spend it with her.

Such are the perils of women. They have this way of sucking you in and then spitting you back out after they have chewed you over and get what they want. I suppose that I am being a little unfair as not all ladies are like that. Just my luck that I happened to find the one’s that are. It can’t possibly be my fault can it now…

I should have known better as here I am going on fifty, losing my hair and already in the clutches of wine, women and song having led a pretty boisterous life travelling around with the construction company.  My work had taken me all over the good old U.S. of A and had shown me all sides of life, some good, some bad. I had found myself temporarily out of a job as I was in between projects and the next one was not ready to start for three months. I was due a long vacation not having had one in almost a year since the last job ended and having been pretty prudent in the past, not withstanding what the wife had cost me, had some money saved to where I was very comfortably off.  I did not have a regular fixed home anymore as I was always away with my work and my marriage, had cost me any chance of retaining the home after the Judge had finished with me.
I was a little bitter at the world and women in general and blamed them for everything. Of course the fact that I was stupid enough to like them had nothing to do with it.  At least I was lucky in one respect that my ex-wife had been unable to have children so at least there were no kids to suffer the indignities of being divorced.

My last project had been a high-rise in Buffalo, New York and after wrapping it up, I decided that I would drive around for a bit stopping wherever I felt like it and seeing where I would end up. I found myself back in the Adirondacks which is a beautiful place to be except in the middle of winter unless you like the snow and cold. I came across this little village that composed of a group of houses with a few shops and a couple of bars and restaurants. I had no timetable to be anywhere and I stopped at the first restaurant I saw aptly named the Steak House and it appealed to me enough to stop to get a decent meal.

I walked inside and the waitress seated me and gave me a bright and cheerful smile. I ordered a beer to wash down the food and was busy studying the menu when into my lowered gaze stepped the most beautiful pair of legs. In my mind, I knew it was not my waitress as I already knew what her legs looked like as I followed her to my a table.

“I have brought you your beer” she said in a pleasant voice. “Let Grace or me know if you need another”. Grace it turns out, is the waitress. I thanked her and watched her as she walked back to the bar area, a thing of beauty from behind… especially from behind.

I ordered my food from Grace and thought about how things were for me at this moment in time and what I might do to change it. I finished my meal and wandered over to the bar at the end of the restaurant where the same waitress who had brought me my beer, was working and sat down on one of those tall stools. You know the ones I mean. You almost need a step-ladder to get on the thing and once there have to move very carefully as they don’t provide parachutes and it’s a long way down.

I watched the barmaid as she went about her business. I took a guess as to how old she was and figured her to be in her mid to late thirties. She had long blonde hair, legs that wouldn’t quit attached to the most beautiful body you have ever seen which got me wondering how much of it was real and how much due to modern-day surgery. She moved like a model and had a quick smile for all of her customers. She spotted me at the end of the bar and came over walking in a slow lithesome way that trained models use.

“Did you enjoy your meal”?  she asked ” and what can I get you this time. Another beer”?
“Yes, the meal was very enjoyable. No more beer, got to watch my figure” I said “I think I will have a scotch on the rocks” and watched her as she went about her work moving with an easy grace and a ready smile. She came back with the drink and said, “My name is Julie if you need another drink”.
I thanked her and made a mental note of the name.

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An Adirondack Mystery-Chapter 2


For me, it was an interesting way to pass an otherwise dull evening and she didn’t seem to mind even though I knew she knew that I was watching her. She had on this tight mini skirt which showed off her legs in a good way and a low-cut blouse that exposed a lot of her cleavage especially as she bent to retrieve things from below the counter. For some reason, she did an awful lot of bending which made me a little heady with excitement at seeing such a wonderful shape. Or should I say, two wonderful shapes…

She caught me looking once more and glided over to where I was sitting. “Haven’t seen you in here before” she said making sure that I had more to see.
“No, I was just passing through and thought I could use a drink” I replied, “Can you recommend a good Hotel in town?”
She looked me up and down and went back to the cash register where she wrote something on a card and handed it back to me. I glanced at it and saw a telephone number.
“What’s this” I said “Your phone number?”.
“You should be so lucky” she responded but in a light-hearted manner as though to turn it into a joke, “No, that is the Hotel on the other side of town, You should call them as they do tend to fill up”.
I thanked her and pulled out my cell phone and duly reserved a room. The place was called the Happy Hotel. Don’t ask me why as I never did figure it out.

I didn’t think too much about it as I had many such encounters in my travels. Some ended up in a couple of dates and others lasted just a little longer either until they tired of me or because my work was at an end and it was time to move on. Some, I even got lucky and hit the jackpot although truth to say, the act of physical love is not really the same when there are no real feelings for the person you are with. At least, that is how it was for me. This girl was different. She knew what she had and was not a bit afraid to show off her wares especially if she was working a customer over for a bigger tip as she served them their drinks. You would think, that as worldly-wise and well-travelled as I was, I should not have let myself be drawn into her net. I was not adverse to a little flirting and if it ended with a night in bed, I always considered that a bonus but I was always careful not let anyone tie me down anymore.

It was a pretty little town and the people were all very friendly so I decided to stay for a few days as the leaves were turning brown and gold and the beauty of Fall in the Adirondacks was there for all to see. I knew that I wasn’t going to stay too long as the first frosts had already touched the ground and New York State and the Adirondacks were not a good place to be when the snow fell. That is, unless you were a skier or snowmobiler and liked the cold weather. My theory is that you have to be a special sort of person to be able to stand cold weather and in a country like America where it is possible to move and get away from it, why not do just that.
I had skied a bit in my younger days but was mostly in the Ski Lodge with the snow bunnies. I looked good in ski clothes as I dressed for the occasion but didn’t do so well on the slopes. Those were in my younger days when I was fairly athletic and still had hair. I didn’t ski anymore having broke my leg in a serious fall many years ago.

Meanwhile, I was spending most evenings in the bar that Julie worked at. Some of it was the fact that in the Adirondacks in the Fall, there is not too much else to get up to and besides, the regulars were good company. I sat and listened to their stories of the ones that got away or the bear that nearly killed them. They all had a different version of the same story so it made it interesting. I was always open to tales and exploits that I might be able to adapt and use in my writing. And of course, Julie was always there. Did I mention she was also great to look at? She always wore short skirts and low-cut blouses at least on the times that I saw her and that just made it more appealing to visit her place of business. Getting to know a few of the locals and listening to their tales of their hunting and fishing exploits was actually a lot of fun. There was this one guy, Jack Jones was his name and he was a big ole boy but like a lot of big men, easy-going and easy to get along with.

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