Chapter 7

I had a lot to do after work, and it was a hard second half of the day. The worst part was unloading supplies for the Maple street house, which would have a brick wall façade in front. We got everything ready, but had to wait half an hour for the masonry truck.

I told Luis to unload it with the forklift. He got distracted and ran over a big rock. The pallet of bricks shifted and the forklift tipped on its side, sending a cascade of six hundred bricks tumbling down the steep hill. Picking them up took all five of us a tedious extra hour! Thankfully, only twenty or so were broken and nobody got hurt. We laid all but the top two courses of the wall before stopping for the day. The next day I’d send somebody to finish it, while the rest of us set up for the slab pour at the Brighton job.

As I drove to a cell phone store, I thought of the word “laid” and chuckled to myself. I wondered why the bricks were luckier than I was. All of them got laid, other than the broken ones. With all the trouble I’d gone through for Stormi, I’d only gotten two blowjobs and a few seconds of penetration. Still, I loved her, though, intensely and deeply. I imagined how being deep inside her butt would feel, and noticed a growth in my boxers. I missed the turn for the phone store and had to drive around the block.

The tech at the store couldn’t fix Stormi’s phone, but sold me a replacement and moved the data to it. My brother Rod called as I walked outside. “It’s six o’clock, Pete. Where are you?”

I replied, “Sorry, I had to get a new phone. Be there as soon as I can.”

“Hurry up! Wendy’s in the mood, and we can’t do much with the kids here.”

I chuckled to myself and agreed. “Hahaha! She’s a loud one. My first time, she screamed as I finished. I worried that I was killing her! Hahaha! Good thing we did it out in the barn!”

He sounded annoyed and jealous. “Yeah. I know. I was there.”

I wondered about his older daughter and asked, “I think Wynter’s birthday is coming up?”

“No. She turns eighteen in November. Sunny is twelve on Saturday. How far away are you?”

I started my truck and replied, “Gimme twenty minutes.”

“See you then. Bye.”

I parked in Rod’s driveway. His daughters waved, then climbed in the truck beside me. “Hi.” “Hi, Uncle Pete.”

I teased the eleven year old, “So Sunny, how many boyfriends do you have now? Five? Six? I forgot.”

She blushed a bit, but loudly objected, “Eeeew! Boys are gross!”

Her big sister and I chuckled a little. I asked, “And what do you want from your gross uncle, for your birthday?”

She giggled and requested, “Hehehe! No, you’re nice. Can I get a phone? Mom and Dad won’t buy me one ‘til I’m fourteen.”

Wynter chimed in. “You don’t need one. The only person you’d call is Summer, and she lives next door. You’re already with her like fifty-seven hours a day.”

“Well, but what if I have an emergency? Or if we need to talk in the middle of the night? Hey, there she is!” She pointed to the house next door. My niece who was already twelve ran across the yard, and I rolled my window down.

I greeted her, “Hi, Summer.”

“Can I come, too, Uncle Pete? Please?”

Sunny pleaded, “Please? Please, Uncle Pete?”

I sighed. “Sure. Why not? Sit in Wynter’s lap.”

She climbed in her older cousin’s lap, then slid over and sat on Sunny, who hugged her from behind. Summer rested her hands on Sunny’s and smiled. They told each other “I missed you.” “I missed you, too.”