Everyone is 18+ in the this story of love and lust with family.
I rode the short bus in school and am dyslexic and use software and editors to make it easier to read.
I fell for a Librarian.
Book 6
Using sweat equity to get it done and save money, we improved by getting better at swinging hammers and flicking paint brushes. Then, one of my friend's friends stepped over a line, touched Susan, and tried to kiss her. The poor guy's nose will heal, but I bet a million bucks he never crosses that line again.
I sat on the floor outside Susan's bedroom door water gets turned back on after the inspection in a few hours. There is more to do in Susan's room to finish. But Susan came first as I sat outside the door. I talked to her like I do about nothing or anything. I talked about reading, being whisked away from a book, being a time travel machine, meeting Mary, and getting my passport to the life of books.
The door opens after a quarter of an hour, a few inches, and your hand comes out, reaching for my hand, and I hold your hand. "Feel my care, Susan; we love you in weeks, we have all gotten closer. That kid is going to do fine as his nose heals, and we were going to the gym to clean up Susan, but I have to finish your room first. May I come into your room, dear?"
I sat as Mom and Mary watched as they had paint buckets, a drop cloth, and a ladder. Finally, they were letting me help Susan. I was unsure if I was honored, thinking they thought I could do this, and I was twice as scared if I let them down.
The door opened. Susan pulled me sideways, jumped at me, and dug her head into my chest, trying to get closer. You were trembling. "You stink, baby, but so do we, but your real, as in real stinky well, let me finish up your room, and we can go grab a hot tub and clean clothes, and we eat whatever is your heart's desire," I say.
Susan started crying, and I rocked us as I talked to you. "I never said things would be fine, but we can at least face it together, Susan."
And together is what it was as my Mom and Mary put us in a three-way hug. Mom and Mary held me, and Susan reached out and held them too. After finishing the room, we sat in a hot tub after our showers a few hours later. I noticed Susan touching us; she was much more animated than usual. After that, we ate spicy Thai food.
We had gladly joined a gym just for the showers a few weeks ago. What was planned for a weekend took four weeks. We found the leak before it destroyed the bathroom; it damaged the floor beam, and the house would have been a write-off had we not caught it early like we did. But the repair was easy if you call it easy renting five ten-ton jacks. We jacked the house up and put it on blocks, dug a ditch, took some trim off the side of the house, and replaced the beam as the piers were leveled.
Putting it all back together was easy if you took it one step at a time. I fell into bed, being forced to shower by my ladies could not wake my cock; I was too tired to pop; working for twenty hours straight did me in.
I tested the sewer line since we were there, cleaned it out, had it inspected, and replaced the gas line. We rented a trencher for that. It took all day to replace the gas line, but at the end of six weeks, the house was truly home again.
The house received a new coat of paint inside and out, and we hired a roofing company to replace the twenty-five-year-old roof and add insulation. We planned on adding solar and a new energy-efficient AC, new windows, and replacing the appliances, but that will have to be after Christmas as we need more cash to start. The last thing left was getting the electrical inspected on what it might need. It required minor updates, a few plugs replaced, and a couple of light switches. We replaced a few lights with newer, cooler leds. I did the work and called for a house safety inspection. It passed. Mary's smile was a mile wide as he told her to send the report to the insurance company. They should give you a ten% discount, and they did.
It's days away from Halloween, and we dressed as Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, all four of us. I had the hat with the book bag, the jacket, and pants just like in the movies; the look with my five o'clock shadow and a bullwhip on my belt sold it. We were in the backyard. I see a ton of more work to make the backyard a place to enjoy, but it's all doable with a few days off, and we will have an outdoor space to be in when the weather gets nicer.
I wanted a sound effect to the cracking of the whip, thinking that would sell the look. Snapping a whip around people was not a good idea. I played with my dads at my granddad's place. I remember making a noise maker to make a pop noise with a paper popper as a kid. We made them for an all-star Pro-Baseball game; I found boxes of office paper in the trash outside an office building. We made thousands. My friend Patrice and I sold them for a quarter at the game. It made a hell of a noise, and we had candy money.
The following year I had planned on doing it again and getting the team logo printed on them. I had half the money saved, and Pat had hers, but that was the week my Mom got abducted by some guy, and we became homeless; I just guessed he stole my money.
I was trying to remember how they were made, and a dozen pieces of paper later said my hands were no help.
Mary says. "Check youtube baby search paper popper noise maker; a how-to is there. It makes a loud whip crack sound better than the ones we made. So we were all on the back pouch having drinks, and I gave it a pop, and the chair Susan was sitting on and the table got turned over, and the screen door slammed as we all looked stunned Susan was gone.
I stood and looked into the house and say. "Well, I'm not sure I can do this alone, ladies, I say she needs us all, but we need to talk to pros. The sound of a cracking whip did this to her. So we are going to need a lot of help. If I find out who did, it won't be pretty!"
My Mom says. "You always had the heart of a lion, but baby, we have to let the law take care of this. We need you here, not in some jail. You look me in the eyes, Dan Allen Bogart, and you promise both your ladies you must be here to protect us; baby, you make me feel safe in your arms."
"I'm with your Mom time to Man up, baby; you can't do what you know is right because I am unwilling to see you behind a glass wall. I trusted you, Man, Bobbie since he could have taken advantage of me just minutes after we met." Mary said, rubbing my back as did Mom.
I say. "I give you my word to go with my heart. But, my ladies, too much good has happened because I listened to you two."
Going into the house, I saw Susan had placed a pillow outside the door, and well, I sat down on it and waited. I laid my hand next to the door and waited. Finally, a tiny hand sneaks out to the sound of sobs behind the door. Again, I waited as I held your hand.
