Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Trance snorted. “He won’t let you. But you could always ask. Couldn’t hurt.”
Shifting to the side, my leg pressed against the side of the chair.
Then the TV started emitting moans, groans, grunts, and squeals.
I looked up to see two men screwing a woman on the large screen. One was in her mouth, and another was in her vagina.
My eyes widened at the sight.
Hoots and hollers echoed through the room and I could feel the blush overtaking my face.
I turned wide eyes to Trance, and he was looking at me expectantly, like he expected me to freak out.
Well, I would prove him wrong.
Turning back to the show, I watched with my arms crossed tightly against my chest as the two men went on to fuck the woman.
“Do you think her boobs are real?” I asked absently, watching the woman’s chest stay perfectly still after each thrust.
“No, definitely fake. Normal boobs shake and jiggle when you fuck.” Loki supplied helpfully.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. That guy’s dick is kind of small.” I noted.
The beer Loki had been drinking sprayed at my comment, and he looked at my incredulity.
I just shrugged.
It did look small.
At least for porn star standards.
“Is this a favorite channel for you guys?” I asked the room at large.
“Nah,” Trance said taking a sip of his beer. “This is Normus’ channel. We don’t usually watch this in the main room. Must be a special occasion.”
“Normus lives in the clubhouse. He also pays the cable bill, which means he can get whatever he wants.” Loki concluded.
“Hmm.” I said in answer.
Finally, the show ended, but was quickly replaced by another porn. One even cornier than before. This one was loosely based on the popular movie, Blair Witch Project. Except this one was called Bare Bitch Project.
“Wow, this one is quality stuff, right here.” I laughed.
Setting the footrest up on the recliner, I kicked back and tried not to get turned on in a room full of men I didn’t know.
Instead, I focused on the fake orgasms the woman was having, and the hair stubble on both the man and the woman.
“She’s running through the woods naked. Why on earth would she be doing that for fun?” I asked the room at large.
“Maybe she’s looking for some wild animal lovin’.” An older man said from the doorway to the clubhouse.
I turned to survey the old man, and as he got closer, I finally realized that this was the infamous Normus I’d been hearing about.
“If she tried that around here, she’d be catching that big bush on all the thorns and vines. Can you imagine poison ivy on all those private parts?” I asked him.
He grimaced. “Nah, that I can’t.”
Thirty minutes later, I was well on my way to being drunk, and cackling with the members of Dixie Wardens, bonding over Blair’s big bush. Normus was a hoot, and he reminded me a lot of my daddy. He was sweet and cuddly, like a big old teddy bear.
“I see you met Dixie.” Sebastian observed as he came to a stop beside my chair.
I looked up at him, confused. “Who’s Dixie?”
Sebastian nodded his head in ‘Dixie’s’ direction. “Dixie? I thought your name was Normus.”
He laughed. “It is. Dixie’s my road name. Normus is my real name.”
Then I couldn’t hold in the laugh anymore. Seriously, my ribs ached like a son of a bitch, but really, who wouldn’t laugh? “You’re Dixie Normus?” I wheezed.
Sebastian, Normus, and everybody else in the room got in on the laugh.
“Oh, yeah. Want me to prove it?”
That was when I realized what I’d said. “Uh, no thank you. That’s quite all right. I’ll take your word for it.”
Chapter 18
Did a cartwheel the other day. Found out it is most definitely not like riding a bike.
-Note to self
Baylee
Two months later
I woke up to screaming.
It was the type of scream that meant pain.
Johnny.
Lifting up, I rolled off the couch with the next breath, and ran down the hallway towards the screaming boy.
I heard larger, more prominent footsteps rushing from the opposite direction at much the same pace as my own.
We both met at the porch door, Sebastian going out first, rushing towards the screams that still hadn’t abated in ferocity.
He vaulted the railing, landing lithely on his feet, before he rushed to Johnny who was curled up in a ball at the base of the trampoline.
By the time I made it down the steps and around to them, Sebastian was on his knees next to Johnny on the ground, holding him in place. “What’s wrong?”
“My arm!” Johnny wailed.
It was obvious to both of us that his left forearm was broken. It wasn’t aligned correctly, with one edge of a broken bone pushing against his skin forebodingly. “It’s broken. Go find me a magazine and some tape.” I instructed Sebastian.
Once he was gone, I went about calming his son. “Hey there big boy. It’s all right. I know it hurts, but if you keep flailing your arm around like that, it’s just going to hurt worse. Shhh. It’s okay. I promise. There’s a good boy. Did you hurt anything else?”
Johnny’s eyes came from Sebastian. With the tears swimming in his eyes, as they were doing now, they looked almost exactly like the golden brown of a Miller Genuine Draft. They were gorgeous on Johnny’s tanned face. His hair was a snow-white blonde that stood out greatly, compared to his golden skin.
He sure was a cutie though.
Dirt smudged his face where he must’ve hit his head when he’d fallen as he tried to get out of the trampoline. “Hold me, Lee.” Johnny sniffled.
Not able to refuse that sweet face anything, I gathered him up carefully just as Sebastian returned with a magazine and a roll of silver duct tape.
The next ten minutes were spent stabilizing Johnny’s arm, finding him shoes, and then driving to the hospital.
We were seen quickly, due to Sebastian’s notoriety in the Benton community, as well as the cut that was riding over his shapely back.
The first stop was the X-ray room where Johnny started flipping out when they tried to put him on the table. Since he was in my arms at the time, I tried to calm him; he clung to me like a scalded cat while Sebastian looked on helplessly.