A/n I put this story in here to let the book club I am in know that, yes, I can listen. Also I am capable of fixing my mistakes.

One Shot from : How to Become the Ol'lady. This book is now known as Charlie.

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At the age of twenty two, I dated and married the president of the local motorcycle club. This club was not like the ones that you see on television. They were everyday people living ordinary lives.

This is the story of how the intruder came into my life. The year it was 1990, in the month of May.

Georgia has the hottest weather, the humidity being the worst part of it. Living in the center of the state only makes things hotter. It is at least a three to four hour drive to get to the coast, and another six to eight hours to get to the beaches of Florida.

This is why I find myself hidden in the shade of my father's auto repair shop. I just have to wait for my last customer of the day to pick up their car.

This shop has been this family business for more than 70 years. It all started with my granddad. He opened up the shop just after he was honorably discharged from the army. He made his profits to support his wife and son.

The same son that has ran the shop for the last forty years. It's now my turn to take over. My name is Charlie Lane Reese III. I was named after my granddad. He was a great man. I am proud to share the name with him.

The only problem with me taking over the business was the fact that am a woman. In this small minded southern town men ruled. The place for a woman was in the kitchen, bare foot and pregnant. That was not for me.

My dad raised me to be independent. My father passed on to me his love for working on cars to me. It started early for me. At the age of eleven he gave me a Harley Davidson Indian. Oh of course I had to rebuild it before I could ride. That was the beginning. Now I can work on anything from a Model A to a John Deer tractor

Now at the age of twenty two he wanted me to take over. We bother expected that the business would suffer because I was a woman. The plan was for him to retire without our customers knowing. He would just spend less and less time at the shop until he was no longer needed.

We told our workers they were fine with it. Now to get the customers on board. Just like Big Jim Jones, a local big time farmer. He brought in his wife's new Mercedes Benz today for a simple oil change. Instead of just dropping off the car and have his wife pick it up later. He felt the need to stay around, and oversee every move I made on the car.

"Just making sure the little girl knows her stuff." He declared to my father. All the time strutting around like a banner roster.

My father response, you may ask. "Well Big Jim if you knew your stuff, you wouldn't need my little girl." His replied. Jay, the other mechanic, and I both were rolling on the floor with laughter. Needless to say Big Jim suddenly was needed at the turf farm he owned.

Today has been the longest. With annoying customers and back to back jobs. The last thing I want to do in this heat, is wait for Big Jims wife, Mrs Wanda, to come get her car. My father is hiding in his office. So this task is left up to me.

When she finally shows up she is the picture of the perfect southern lady. With her flowery print blouse, and cream colored courprees. Topped off with leather sandals, and a classic Aigner bag.

"Well hello Charlie, how are you today?" She droned. In her sticky sweet southern voice.

"I'm just fine." I ventured. It on the tip of my tongue to tell her that I am damn tired of dealing with ass holes like her husband all day, and I am ready to go the hell home.

She regally walks into the shop where Cindy, my best friend, is waiting to take her money. I quickly make my way out to her car, and drive it up to the door. Pointing it in the direction of the road so she can leave as soon as she is done.

Mrs. Wanda has other plans. "You tell that father of yours I said hello." She gives me her best friendly smile.

"Oh I sure will" I tell her. Wishing she would just get in her car and go.

"Did you hear, that nice young Tray Martin is coming home?" And there is is the helpful hook up. I swear I don't know what makes every married southern woman think she is the best at match making.

Time to shut her down. "Why I did hear something about him and his husband separateing." I knew exactly why he was returning home. We talked at least once a week. He and I had been friends since grade school. I even played the part of his girlfriend in high school so he would not have to come out in this hick town.

I watched as her face turned green, and she could not get in her car fast enough. I chuckle as I went about closing up the shop doors. At that moment my dad pops his head out of his office.

" Is She gone?" He wispered looking around.

Rolling my eyes at him, I huffed "yes dad." He was about to turn sixty two and he still acted like he was six.

He came all the way out of his office and we both waved bye to Cindy as she made her way home. I locked up the front door of the shop. Dad and I made our way over to our individual rides.

"I will be doing more interviews in the morning. The first one is a young guy. Steven Wright I believe is his name." My dad informed me.

"How much longer till you fully step away?" I asked.

"I want to make sure that you and Jay are happy with the new man. You will need to divide your time between cars and customers. Jay will have to get along with the new guy, and you need a man you can trust." He tells me.

I thought about that for a minute before I spoke up. "Dad..."

He cut me off before I could talk him into staying for another year. It was not because I thought I could not handle the business. I knew my temper. I would not be handle alot of crap about me being a woman.

"They will come around. Don't worry about the ones who don't. Their business we don't need. You are smart, you know your stuff, and are a hard worker. That's what people are looking for when it comes to keep their cars on the road." He declared.

"I know, you have told me this. Like a million times, but I just don't want to run the shop in the ground. Because of some jerk who can't stand the fact that woman knowing more about cars them him." I snapped back.

He grabbed me, and hugged me to his chest. "You'll be fine Cha Cha." He used the pet name my granddad gave me years ago. Making me smile against his chest. "Now get on that bike and go home. Just remember Sunday dinner at the café, and don't be late." He pushes me to my bike.

I can't help my smile as I make my way the four miles to the little house I rent to own. I love to ride the road passing by feilds of emerald green spring corn. I enjoy the 360 view. This is one of the one places I really feel free. The other place, well that would be the bedroom.

I learned early that I was different from my other friends. My freshman year of high school, I knew that I had a dominant personality. My friends all fawned over the big strong football players, happy to just be a girlfriend. I did not dissired to fall at their feet. I wanted to kidnap them, tie the up just to how long it would take me to get them to submit to my whims.

At the time I did not know what it was called. After I graduated I met a women who told me what I was. I remember it clearly. I sat at the bar of the road house I had found. Sandy was working as bartender. She and I found ourselves discussing our favorite subject, sex.

"Girlfriend, the word you are looking for is Domme. That is what you and I are." She informed me after one of my long rants about how the jerks in the bar seam to run from me.

"What?" I asked

"You my friend are a Dominant. Stick with me and I will teach you all I know." I was still confused. "You see the beautiful man sitting at the end of the bar" I looked to see her point to the bars head bouncer.

"Yeah, what about him?" I inquired. The man in question was at least six foot tall. With dark good looks, and the body of a NFL linebacker. He was my dream man.

She had a big grin as she told me. "Would you believe me if I told you that man loves to be bound and spanked."

I was hooked.