"Well, you have others and you should get a start on them before it makes you rush through, to get done." Mom said with a smile.
I knew I had chores, but thought that I had plenty of time." I said, "OK." Then decided Mom was right, if I went ahead and did them, I would actually have more time to do my thing. I went outside to pickup and straighten up the yard. As I worked my way around the house I came to the flower beds below Mom and Dad' windows, I noticed some broken and mashed plants, so I went to clean it up. Picking through the broken and mashed leaves and things, I saw what looked like footprints. I looked around to see if anyone was watching or if I could see anyone.
Looking at the marks it was hard to tell if it was or wasn't footprints. I slowly picked debris and threw it to the side. The first print was to light in the soil to make out what it really was. I slowly moved on to where I thought another should be and found nothing, so I looked around and spotted what could be another print. Moving over to it, I noticed that there wasn't much distance between the two. I thought if someone did walk here they sure took small steps. I looked around again, half thinking someone was watching.
You know, if someone was here without us knowing, they could be watching now. Not seeing anything, I went back to examining the suspected footprint. After picking the debris away so I could see better, there was enough of an imprint to make out the edges of the print. There still wasn't a complete shoe outline. I carefully felt the marks in the dirt and they were well defined.
It was a small outline, looking at my shoe-sole; I determined it to be much smaller than mine. My shoe-sole was one big outline from toe to heel, but this one wasn't, it was cut off at about the ball of the foot. Was I just seeing things? The shape was slightly rounded and only half or less there. If it were someone, they were small, and walking on tiptoe. I looked for another imprint and saw what might be another so I moved over and uncovered it. Another half print, but, I noticed what looked like a hole in the dirt behind it. I still couldn't tell for sure, and I noticed the prints were moving toward the house between Mom and Dad' windows.
Why would someone walk in there, it's a dead end? I thought I was just imagining things, when I saw two full prints, side by side. These weren't shoe prints, but, footprints. Definite outlines of toes, ball, arch and heel, side by side. They were small and I took off my shoe and sock to compare them. I stood up and stepped next to the right one and then stepped back. Yep, it's a definite footprint, but, much smaller than mine.
I thought about telling Mom and Dad then thought that it must be a kid because of its size. I made a mental note of the shape and toe markings and decided to just remember them. I went back to finishing my yard work and actually finished quicker than I thought I would.
I had just finished putting the wheel barrow away when Dad pulled in. I went in and heard Mom say to Dad that supper would be ready shortly. She also said that she saw me putting things away so I had done my chores. Dad said I was a pretty good boy and he liked that. I felt pretty good about that and had a big smile on my face as I entered the kitchen.
Mom said, "You look pretty cheerful for someone who just finished working."
I said, "I really don't mind the working and I heard something that I liked."
Mom smiled and said, "Supper isn't ready yet. I'll call you when it's time."
I went to my room and waited for Dad to finish in the bathroom. When he was done, I went in and cleaned up.
At supper we did the usual small talk until Mom said I had helped her do some work for the firm today.
I gulped real big and hoped Mom wouldn't tell Dad about it right then. I was relieved when Mom told Dad she would tell him about it later.
Dad then asked if we wanted to watch the Mummy as he had brought it home tonight. We answered yes and Dad said, "Good, we'll have a movie night with popcorn and stuff."
Mom patted his hand, and I said, "Call me when you're ready."
We finished supper and I started cleaning up when Mom walked over to Dad and leaned into him with her stomach and put her arms on his shoulders dropping her hands behind him. Dad looked up and pursed his lips so Mom leaned down and kissed him.
Mom straightened up and looking in Dads eyes said, softly in a whisper, "William has milked me twice today, this time it's your turn."
Dad smiled as Mom pushed away and took his hand leading him from the kitchen. They went to their room and I was a little jealous but smiled and thought of sucking Moms milk filled tits.
Finishing in the kitchen, I went to my room to check my e-mail.
I had just finished my e-mail and started surfing when Dad called and said, "Movie Time."
I entered the living room and there on the coffee table was Moms three foot diameter steel bowl full of popcorn. A cooler was sitting at the end of the coffee table. I raised the cooler lid and looked inside. There were a dozen cokes, a six pack of beer and a bottle of wine inside.
Giving it a try I picked up a bottle of beer, and Dad said, "No booze for youz."
I smiled and said, "You can't blame me for trying," as I put it back.
Dad said, "I know, and you're going to have to be of age to drink alcohol freely and openly."
'Yeah!' I thought. 'Not being twenty-one, is a bitch!'
Mom and Dad took the couch and I took the recliner.
We were twenty minutes into the movie when the phone rang. I answered it and it was Reece. He had wrecked his bike and needed help getting it home. I told Mom and Dad and they said, just be careful.
Off I went to locate Reece. I found him sitting on the grass in front of Mrs. Fromme' house, he was scratched up, and his shirt and pants were torn.
I said, "Man. You look like you've been in a fight. Where's your bike?"
"In there." He said, and pointed to Mrs. Fromme' rose bush.
"How'd it get in there?" I asked.
Reece said, "There's a pile of gravel around the corner and I thought I could use it to jump across to here." Reece said as stood up balancing on one leg.
"Do you need a Doctor? I asked as he was trying to put his weight on his leg.
He said, "Naw, it hurts like hell and takes a bit to take my weight, 'sall. My bike's in that damn rose bush. I saw the gravel pile and thought I could use it to jump the corner. So I wheeled around and got a run at it. I was going plenty fast, but when I went up the pile my bike sank in the gravel, and I barely cleared the fence. I nosedived into that damn bush and hit my knee on a stake." The thorns tore me up going in and getting out. I tried to get my bike out but couldn't, so I limped down to Caseys and called you."
I carry a light at night so I used it to look around and see how the bike was sitting in the bush. His bike also hit a stake which was sticking through the front wheel. There was no way he could pull the bike out without lifting it first. I asked him if he could lift the front end up so I could pull it out backwards. We got his bike out and examined it. A few spokes in the front wheel were broke and bent.
I knew Reece shouldn't walk home so I had him sit on his bike and hold onto my seat. I could pull him home if we went slowly. When we were at his house, we propped his bike up and I followed as he limped inside.
Once inside his Mom saw him and freaked out yelling for his Dad.
