Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
He looks at her the way James Deen looks at the women he’s fucking in his porn movies. Such intensity. James Deen? The way he fucks? Holy moly. I bet Tommy fucks like that. I needed to stop thinking about Dare’s brother and his wife fucking, so I shifted in my seat and tried to think of something else.
Another couple came in. The guy was a mountain of a man, a bald biker type with a reddish beard. She was a tall brunette with a killer body. They were introduced to me as Nino and Bianca. Bianca and Tia embraced and then I stood, still holding the baby, shook hands with Bianca, and then her husband kissed me on the forehead and gave Dare a high five, glancing at me with approval. Bianca rolled her eyes, but smiled good-naturedly. They have a little boy, maybe in first or second grade. He smiled at me, gave me a hug around the legs, told me his name was Joey, and then he dashed to the kids playing on the floor. Luc’s girls rushed to him, fawning over him.
When Eddy called out, “Dinner is served”, from the kitchen, made our way to a big eat-in kitchen with a huge table for the adults and a small table set up for the kids.
This was a great house. Big and open-plan, and not just a house, it was very clearly a home. Kindergarten paintings decorated the refrigerator as well as hung in frames on the walls. The kids’ table was colorful, chosen for kids rather than matching the décor. The baby was put into a swing between the adult table and kids’ table. We all sat down and Eddy said grace over the meal before the meal ensued with laughing and joking and shenanigans, including a near-food fight between Luc and Tessa who giggled uncontrollably about something I missed with Sarah holding Tessa back from dumping a dish of grated parmesan cheese all over Luc.
It was the kind of mealtime that reminded me of when I was a kid, back with my dad. It made me travel down memory lane, which I hadn’t done in a long time.
When it was just Dad and me, he had a farm and there were always farm workers there so more often than not there’d be a lot of people at our dinner table. Dad cooked on the grill as much as possible and we’d often finish those big extended family dinners with campfires with guitar-playing or stories by the fire.
My childhood was filled with hayrides and barn dances and playing outside. It was bliss. I had a pretty blissful life before my dad died. His best friend Charlie and his wife Betsy wanted to take me in. They couldn’t have kids of their own and were crazy about me. The feeling was mutual. They stayed at Dad’s farm when I went to Alaska to look after it for me. Dad should’ve made them my guardians. Because he didn’t plan well enough for his death, being he was just in his 30s at the time, I had to go to Alaska and be with my mother, who got Dad’s life insurance policy.
Mom blew through the insurance in no time, complaining about the money she had to shell out for his final expenses as well as my plane fare. The only thing that made Alaska bearable was Holly, my half-sister. I hardly knew Mom before I was sent to live with her. She didn’t seem to want to know me and couldn’t be bothered much with my little sister, either, so I took care of us while she partied and went through men the way most women went through clean underwear.
We didn’t even eat dinner together at Mom’s house because it was always a ‘fend for yourself’ kind of thing and not long after I arrived the food got sparser and sparser until I was old enough to get a job and then most of my earnings went into the pantry.
Once I was at Kruna, mealtime (if alone) was uneventful and quiet most of the time. But when you were entertaining it consisted of sitting at someone’s feet, waiting to get food from their fingers or you’d have to perform sex acts in order to get fed a bite of food and at times, it was disgusting. The night I ate from Dare’s fingers, though? Not disgusting. It felt erotic to me. Him feeding me, providing for my needs? It was something that I now ached for. I ached for Dare to be my Master, to keep looking after me, to cherish me.
The farm was a provision that Dad did manage to make and it was to be given to me when I turned 21. I had planned to claim it after my Thailand adventure as I was turning 21 in Thailand and had planned to do the teaching gig for a year. Holly talked about moving down after she graduated high school but obviously none of that had happened. I wondered if the farm was still being looked after by Betsy and Charlie, who were happy to look after the place until I was of age. I’d emailed them before leaving for my teaching job and they told me it was all in good hands. I wondered if they had tried to find me after all this time.