Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 80342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
When she was standing there in front of me spewing shit at me, my dick had been hard as a fucking spike. If she hadn’t ran out the door, I might’ve had her spread out on my living room floor with her tight as fuck pussy impaled on my cock. That’s why I’d let her get away from me, but I wanted her back in front of me so we could take care of our past shit and move the hell on. Can’t do that if she’s running and hiding.
Her mother answered the door, and she wasn’t too far behind. Her eyes opened up wide as saucers, but I ignored her. “Hi Mrs. Somerset, it’s me again. Jenny and I are taking the girls to get their pictures taken with Santa, and I thought I’d spare her the walk over in the cold.
“Oh, how fun, but I thought I told you to call me Noreen.” She smiled and looked back at her daughter, who looked like a deer in headlights. “Well, Jenny, don’t keep the man waiting on the doorstep, go and get your coat.”
I smirked at her over her mother’s head, and the little shit did not look too pleased. I’m sure she’ll find a way to get back at me. I could see her mind working and cut her off at the pass. “Then I’ll help you with that homework you said you were having a problem with.”
From the look on her mom’s face, I could see she was confused. The little shit probably never needed help with homework a day in her life, but it got the job done. Jenny huffed and went to the coat closet to get her winter jacket, a cute little winter white goose that fit snug and showed off her curves over the tight-fitting jeans she’s changed into. I can’t see how this shit is better than that Catholic school uniform she wore earlier. My mind still went there.
I opened the passenger door for her and belted her in once she was seated. She gave me a look like she head of the local chapter of Feminist’ R’ Us. I expected her to give me some shit about how she could do it herself, but her eyes said it all; she didn’t need to open her mouth. I slammed the door and walked around to the driver’s side, laughing my ass off.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Me? I’m driving.”
‘You know very well what I mean. Since when did I make plans with you, Mr. Masters?”
“I’ve been inside you; you can kill the Mr. Masters bit.”
See, she’s no match for me. Her face went red as a cherry, and she buttoned her damn lip and let me drive in peace. I felt like a teenager when I reached over and covered her hand with mine, and when she didn’t move or brush me off, I pulled them both back into my leg. I can’t believe I’m doing this shit.
“How was school?” The fuck is this now? I’m asking my soon to be girlfriend about school. A man with two almost one-year-old kids under his belt. The little shit looked at me like that wasn’t grown up enough. “What do you want to talk about Jenny? With two little girls in the backseat listening to every word.”
“They can’t understand what you’re saying.”
“That’s funny, aren’t you science types always saying that they can hear from inside the womb?”
“Sounds you wooly mammoth, not phonetics.
“Wooly mammoth? What’s that?”
“A prehistoric animal.”
“I know what it is, smart-ah…” I caught myself before I swore. “I’m asking you why you’re calling me that.”
“Figure it out, Mr. Masters.”
“Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm.” I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed her fingers, throwing her off. She didn’t have anything else to say so I turned the radio up so my girls could listen to the holiday music they’d fallen in love with.
The shit was making me crazy for the last few weeks since I didn’t have shit to be jolly about, until today. Now I find myself singing along to the joy of my twins and the embarrassment of one pain in the ass who hid her face in her free hand.
“Let mas ask you before I forget. That back there, when you were at my house, what was that? Who were you channeling just then?”
“I wasn’t channeling anyone, Mr. Masters if you must know. As my employer, I have to comport myself a certain way. But since you had me on your lap with your dick poking a hole in my butt, I figured I could just be myself.”
My mouth was halfway to my chest. “Since when do you talk like that? Dick? What?”
“Don’t tell me you don’t know what that is, Mr. Masters.” She made a kissy face at me, and I was befuddled.