Summer In Maine: Part 8. Chrissy meets his mother. By Member389. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Oh my God, to have been a fly on the wall during that conversation.“ Chrissy said. Her voice sounded so sweet. It made my heart beat faster just to hear it. “I left out most of the lurid bits of the story. I didn’t want her to keel over on me.” “I’m sure any parts you left out, she figured out already. From the sounds of her, she doesn’t seem like the type to fool easily.” She replied. “That she isn’t. Luckily I was a good kid so I didn’t have to bullshit my way through many situations.” We talked about little things, Emily was doing a little better in school, but still wasn’t pushing for the all A’s that Chrissy was looking for. I said to give her time, the music is helping I was sure of it. Emily insisted on talking to me, I could hear her bouncing like a jumping bean in the background. She was all excited to tell me about how her music teacher thought it was terrific she was so interested in everything I was showing her and her friends and how she was going to be in a holiday concert at school. I brought up school, asking how she was doing. She let out a little sigh. “One A, two B’s and two C’s” was her reply. “I just don’t get algebra!” The other C was from a history class which had her bored to tears talking about ‘boring dead people’ as she put it. I made her a deal, no C’s by the mid-term report card and I’d make it worth her while. It was after her mother chivied her off the phone and to bed that I brought up my idea. I was surprised that not only did she like the idea she was very excited.Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving day passed with several calls on homes with scorched turkeys, and one unfortunate turkey frying experiment that cost a family their garage. Soon the snow was upon us. This early the snow usually didn’t stick long, not this close to the ocean. It did make the driving difficult for the people who hadn’t seen it in seven months. Luckily there were no major incidents. That is until I handed my notice into the chief. He was less than impressed, until I told him my plans. He said he’d push to get me EMT training the budgets would be out soon. I showed him a picture of Chrissy and Em that I’d snapped with my phone. “Unless you can make that job happen where they are. It’s not likely to change my mind.” I said with a smile. “Would she be willing to move here?” I laughed. “Not nearly as I’m ready to move there. Don’t worry I’m a first-year greenhorn, I can’t be that tough to replace.” “No but that means I have to find one willing to relocate here or scrounge up another, get him up to Fairfield, and wait months to put him to work.” He shook his head, then asked to see the picture again. “I’ll say this, she looks worthy of a guy like you. Don’t screw it up.” “I like to think that I’m worthy of a girl like her. Trust me, I’ll do everything I can to not screw it up.”Christmas. Christmas eve came quietly, the crackle of a log in the wood stove, the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and in the living room me rustling and muttering while attempting to wrap a gift. “Do you want a cookie?” Mom called out from the kitchen. “Of course, but did you make enough for Santa?” I said chuckling. “Don’t you worry, I’m practicing for when the girls get here. What kind of grandma street cred would I have if I couldn’t whip up cookies on the spur of the moment?” We had a quiet dinner earlier just the two of us. I started to doubt my gift choice and my mother put her hand on my arm. “Relax, she’s going to love it, trust me.” “I know, I’m just getting a little anxious.” I said with a sigh. She chuckled at that. “She’ll be here day after tomorrow. Breathe.” Mom was going to pick her up at the airport since I’d swapped shifts with Mike so I could have the later part of the week off. I’d be working Christmas day and the day after and have the next three days off, then two more days and I was done. I’d already started packing. M