Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
The writing was simple and said, ‘Squeeze you to pieces.’
“What does that mean?” I asked, realizing that it meant a lot to her.
“My mom and dad always said it to each other when they hugged and said goodbye. She’d say, ‘Squeeze you to pieces’ and he’d reply with, ‘Squeeze you back together.’ They said it to us every chance they got. And when he died, Viddy and I got it tattooed on us. Mine on my wrist, and hers on her ribs. Her tattoo says ‘Squeeze you back together.’ It was her first and only tattoo.” She said wistfully.
“My mom used to have a saying similar to that. ‘I love you, you who.’” I said just as we arrived at the entrance to our complex.
She smiled widely at me, grabbed my arm, and walked with me hand in hand until we arrived at my bike.
“Do you want to do this again tomorrow night when you get home?” She asked hopefully.
My hand came up involuntarily until it rested just under the line of her jaw. I could feel the fluttering of her pulse, as it beat wildly against my palm, and I barely squashed the urge to jeer in acceptance.
“Sure.” I replied as flippantly as I could manage.
Leaning forward, she went up to her tippy toes before giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then. Be careful at work, do you hear?”
“Yes, ma’am.” I acknowledged as I watched her climb the steps to her apartment.
“Good boy,” she teased as she disappeared inside her apartment.
Oh, if only she knew the thoughts that were pouring through my mind right now, then she wouldn’t be thinking of me as a ‘good’ anything.
***
One month later
Kettle
“What’s up with you today?” Sebastian asked from the station’s kitchen table.
I shut the refrigerator and turned with a bottle of water in my hand. “Nothing.”
It wasn’t nothing, and he and I both fuckin’ knew it.
I was sexually frustrated.
I hadn’t fucked anyone in well over two and a half months now, and everyone kept telling me that I needed to get laid.
Well my fucking dick didn’t want to get laid by just anyone.
It wanted to get laid by the hot as hell chemistry teacher next door.
Except one thing after another kept coming up whether it be my job, or her job, or my club, or her sister.
It was as if the universe was conspiring against us.
We hung out, but it was never alone.
Her sister was there. Or my sister. Or someone in the club.
In fact, the last person to interrupt us was the asshole staring at me right that very moment.
“You’re acting like a rabid porcupine. Your temper is legendary and all, but this is an all-new high. Dad wanted me to make sure you got your shit straightened before this weekend when we went on the Toys for Tots ride.”
My jaw clenched. Yet another weekend off I couldn’t spend fucking Adeline.
Not that the charity wasn’t a good reason, but my dick needed some relief, and my hand was getting tired; that was if it even did the job that day. There were times I’d work myself to the brink of coming, and then nothing. Nothing at all happened. It was as if my dick knew what it wanted, and my rough palm just wasn’t getting it done.
The last two months was the definition of deprivation.
My phone buzzed, drawing me out of my wallowing thoughts.
The message flashing on the screen had me seeing red.
Addy- A kid just grabbed my ass.
“I gotta go somewhere real quick. I’ll be back in twenty.” I gritted through clenched teeth as I headed to my room to grab my keys.
“Where’re you going?” Dallas asked from the recliner in the living room.
“The high school,” I replied as I stopped by the back door for my jacket.
“Mind if I tag along? I need to run by the grocery store for some dinner tonight and pick up a prescription for Baylee.” Sebastian asked from the doorway.
I shrugged. “Sure.”
“We’ll take the engine. Anyone else want to come?” Sebastian asked as I shrugged on my jacket.
“Sure,” Dillon said, as he stood from the recliner and walked with us out the door.
“Where we going first?” Sebastian asked, as he hopped into the passenger seat of the engine.
I hauled myself into the driver’s seat of the engine and started the big beast up.
Our newest acquisition was a 24 foot long by 12-foot wide mammoth monster that was powered by a 600 horsepower 2013 Cummins Diesel engine. The lovely brute was paid for by the citizens of Benton for a cool six hundred thousand dollars. It purred like a kitten and made my heart sing.
And it was worth every fucking penny.
“High school.” I said simply.
They didn’t ask questions, which was the norm for them. They didn’t need to know why, and they trusted me implicitly.
Which had to be done if you were going to put your life on the line with them day in and day out.
The ride to the high school was short.
I parked the engine at the curb along the fire lane of the school, hopped out, and locked the doors behind us.
I didn’t bother to ask if Sebastian and Dillon were going with me. I knew they were. They didn’t miss an opportunity for gossip if they could help it.
Walking into the school made me frown.
I’d gone to Benton High sixteen years ago; it hadn’t changed one single bit.
The doors were still shitty, and a stiff wind could probably blow them down.
The office was beyond the large foyer, being blocked by just one wooden door and surrounded by glass.
“Jesus, it hasn’t changed a bit.” Dillon said, eyeing the colorful green and black banners hanging from the ceiling.
“Go Benton Bengals.” I said dryly and raised my fist.
“Bengals, fight, fight, fight,” Dillon sang loudly, becoming even louder as the sound of his voice echoed off the stone walls.
I rolled my eyes at the imbecile and walked through the office door, closing it firmly behind me.
“Can I help you?”
The woman asking it was the same woman who’d been there all those years ago when I’d attended.