I just nodded. There was a crib in my living room next to Duke’s crate. If Little David was in the room, Duke wanted to be next to him, so it was easier to put the crib where Duke could keep an eye on him. It was no longer necessary to close the door on Duke’s crate at night. He tended to stay in there unless something was wrong, like a thunderstorm. Peggy said he came and got her if Little David woke up, so she’d left it open while I was in LA.
Peggy was as beautiful as I remembered with two exceptions: her breasts were larger, and she had a couple stretch marks on her tummy. I had a twinge of disappointment that Mitch had talked her out of her panties and gotten her pregnant. But then I figured she came to me when she needed an intimate touch, so there was that.
To my knowledge, Mitch hadn’t even bothered to visit his son. I simply couldn’t understand how he could do that. Mitch’s parents visited regularly and even babysat on occasion. They also helped Peggy out financially. Between my charity paying her tuition and books, Mitch’s parents’ contributions, and the money I paid her as a nanny, she was doing okay. Yes, I realize she didn’t have any real nanny duties, but I told her she needed to practice on Duke. He, of course, was very social, and when I was gone, and my parents were off working, he liked that Peggy and Little David were there to keep him company.
“Can I be on top?” Peggy asked.
I sighed and sadly nodded. The life of a human sex toy … I guess I could handle that.
She put a condom on me and plenty of lube, then just straddled me and dropped down. I laid back and enjoyed the motion of her breasts as she began to use me. A big smile appeared on my face when she got her cookie.
“That was only like four minutes,” I said.
“You’re just that good,” she teased.
“We’re not done,” I warned her.
She must have been horny because she got off two more times before I did. I disposed of the condom, and she folded herself into my arms. I felt a little disappointment over what could’ve been, but decided that whatever we had now was enough. Her life with a new baby and school didn’t need me to complicate it. Her head was on my chest, and I detected the faint scent of the strawberry shampoo she’d used. I only had happy thoughts as we drifted off to sleep.
◊◊◊ Sunday January 24
I woke up to find myself alone. Even Duke had abandoned me. I needed to run, so I geared up for the weather. Once suitably attired, I grabbed my Bo staff and started my run. There was just a dusting of fresh snow on everything, which made it look new and bright. I felt good and began to increase my pace. When I finished, I showered and went to the house for breakfast.
Peggy had made the cinnamon rolls and was now working on coffee and hot water for my tea. After we finished with breakfast, Mom took me to church, and then I found myself at the Pearson farm for lunch. Mrs. Pearson was in rare form as she served a feast of fried chicken.
“I was down at the Walmart, looking for my Buty Pants.”
“Hang on, Buty Pants?” I asked.
She stood up and pointed at her butt.
“Because sometimes you need a Buty, or so the package says,” Mrs. Pearson said.
“Mo-om,” Roc complained.
“Anyway,” she continued, “I turned my head to look down an aisle, and suddenly, I hit something. My first thought was, ‘Oh, crud, I’m going to be out tens of dollars.’ I was startled when I looked down and saw a midget lying on the floor.”
I glanced around the table to see if this really happened or if she was putting me on. Roc and Zoe’s expressions told me it had happened.
“I’m not up on all the lingo nowadays. Is ‘midget’ politically correct?” Mrs. Pearson asked.
“I believe they want to be called ‘little people,’” I shared.
“Okay, there was a ‘little people’ lying on the floor,” she said.
“I think the singular is ‘little person,’” Mr. Pearson offered.
“This ‘little person’ is lying there. I apologize and ask him if he’s okay. He tells me, ‘Well, I’m not happy!’”
“Well, then which one was he?” I asked with a straight face.
“What are you talking about?” Roc asked.
“If he wasn’t Happy, was he Doc, Grumpy, Sleepy, Bashful, Sneezy, or Dopey?”
Zoe rolled her eyes at me for encouraging her mom.
“I’ll have to write that down so I can tell it at church,” Mrs. Pearson said.
“Now see what you did,” Mr. Pearson grumped.
Maybe
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After lunch, I helped Zoe with the horses, and we made out some, but it was too cold to expose any body parts. While we were doing that, my mom sent me a text to meet her at the strip mall. Zoe had some reading to do, so we said our goodbyes.
The mall was on the state road that ran through town. It was a two-story structure with a restaurant at one end and a quickie mart at the other. There were four units downstairs and four upstairs in between the quickie mart and restaurant. The only one of the four currently rented was a barbershop. I was happy to see Caryn, Kendal, and Megan talking to my mom. When Mom saw me, she switched into sales mode.
