Episode 403: A HUNTING HE WILL GO

“Oh! A hunting I will go! A hunting I will go! Hi-ho the derriere a hunting I will go!”

Randy Beckett was having fun singing to himself. A mish mash of Looney Tunes logic and Farmer in the Dell, while looking out his kitchen window at his wife Darcy loading dogfood into the bed of his pickup truck. He was kind of proud that she took it upon herself to leash and bring his dogs from their back forty pen and place them in their cage transport. Unusual to say the leash ... least!

“You know, Darcy really is a good woman. If I didn’t need something more than her, I would stop and rethink my life. I mean, I love that woman to death but I just ... need the scent and touch of another woman.” Thoughts immediately envisioned his daughter Andrea a mere fifteen minutes ago stepping into the shower with him and grabbing his dick. Even worse, his sneaking into her bedroom the night before to watch her lying naked atop her covers. Beating off on her toes was meant to be innocent in his mind but her playing possum only made matters worse. Now his daughter was hot and bothered by his desires for her.

“Yeah! I really do need to rethink my life. Andi is not going to stop teasing me now that she’s fully aware that I’m an idiot. I can’t go down that incest road with her, I don’t want resentment later in life. When I get home, I think she and I need to have a long talk.”

Going to the refrigerator he opened the door and grabbed a bottled water. Parched he drained half the bottle then realized Darcy had even packed him supplies for the road. A small handheld cooler on the island he opened it to find four sandwiches in baggies and a container of fresh strawberries. “Aw! She knows I like strawberries. Now all I need is a can of whip cream to use with those on Maggy Stewart. Darcy is helping my affair without even knowing it. I do need gas in the truck maybe Marathon has a can of whip. A case of beer for the big cooler and I’m all set.”

Back door opening in walked Darcy Beckett looking beautiful if not for her mood. “I should have known not to wear a dress when dealing with your dogs. Buford stuck his wet nose up my ass and Ginger would not stop licking me.” She hiked her skirt showing that she had gone Commando, saliva on her thighs. “Mind out of the gutter, it was NOT like that.” She pointed at her hubby with a threatening glare.

“Never crossed my mind. I could have grabbed the pups.”

“I know! I just felt generous. You work hard and sometimes I just feel as if I don’t pull any weight. I wish you would let me get a part time job. I go crazy out here all day. If I go anywhere at all, I spend your money.”

“Our money! I’ll consider allowing a part time job. Any idea what you might want to do? I sure can’t see you working at a fast-food joint. You really don’t have many skills. No offense!”

“I wonder why? All I know is I do not want any job that involves cooking and cleaning, I get enough of that here at home.”

“Well! Seeing as you like handling dogs you could be a groomer at a pet store.”

“HEARTY HAR, HAR! Bite me, Randall!” He did swoop in and bite her neck like a vampire. That led to a worthy kiss goodbye. “Bring home something that proves you the huntsman. No fish this time.”

“Bambi’s Big Daddy, it is!”

“Hit the road, Elmer Fudd! I’ll text you and send you pictures of how the McKellen party went.”

“Icing on the cake.” The McKellen twins or their mother Josie that is! Dirty Old Man!

“Uh huh!” She read his mind. “Maybe I’ll shock you. Josie and I will lick icing off one another.”

“Yeah! You would never in a million years do that.”

“We shall see.” Wink! Wink!

“Then I will believe it. Keep Andi out of trouble, I sense boy drama.”

“Sandy will be with her, I doubt that.” She knew differently! Sandy Martin could not contain her glee about losing her virginity. While helping Darcy earlier as Andi got changed supposedly for the football game at Lafayette, she blurted her admission to Momma Beckett. Darcy was stunned but resilient enough to hug the girl and offer her advice on dating. They were close enough to feel like confidantes even if Darcy and Sandy’s parents very rarely spoke to one another.

Randy knew differently too. Andrea had admitted that she was considering losing her own. He presumed their neighbor Beau which would be a partial truth. Nathan Lowe the other partial truth. Hoo boy! Divide and conquer her motto! “If you say so. I just get a feeling our kid is ready for the next move.”

“She doesn’t even date. Unless you count Beau and even then, that was watching a movie together. She is quite fond of him though.”

“Did she invite Beau to the party?”

“She did but he said he was meeting with his mom and dad somewhere tomorrow. Unless that changes no.”

“Where is he from again?”

“I can’t recall. Not terribly far away. I believe it’s close to where you go hunting.”

“There’s a slew of little towns around there. Oh, well! Let me get on the road. I need to call Harmony Wilder for directions to her cabin. Hiring her was a good move. This saves me hotel room expenses.”

“Are you certain this Harmony is not sharing her cabin with you for the weekend?” Darcy playfully palmed his inseam just to see if he was aroused while mentioning her. No such luck.

“You caught me. I thought I’d see how the other half lives. She’s ebony and I’ve never tried that.” He chuckled! “She does wear a collar. Kind of reminds me of that mask I bought you.”

“How does a collar and a leather mask ... oh! Well, if she’s black I would not mention slavery.”

“Whatever! You know I’m only into you, Mrs. Beckett!”

“Good to hear.” Even if she knew it was total bullshit. Parker Rockhurst had shown her video of Randy cheating on her. She had no choice but to turn the other cheek or lose everything. He at least came home to her each time. Love was still evident in their banter and attentiveness. That was something! “Have fun!”

“You, too! Think on what you might want to do for a part time job. And NO, I am not hiring you to entertain my workers.” He found it funny even if he failed to know just how true that was. A week ago, he had hired a whore who wore a leather mask preventing identification. That woman was Darcy. No recognition however because her handler had applied tattoos and moles to protect Darcy. At the time she had no idea that she had been taken to Randy’s build site and ravaged by his employees as a stress reliever due to the long hours he asked of them. He nearly fucked that tattooed slut himself. To her later surprise thanks to more video supplied by Parker she knew he didn’t. Close! Thoughts definitely! Oddly it turned her on.

Walking Randy to his truck he kissed her one last time, told his dogs to quiet down then watched him climb behind the wheel. Backing out he glanced over at Parker Rockhurst’s home to see a slightly heavy-set blonde arrive and get out of her car. He wondered briefly if maybe that was Beau’s mother. Nope! A honk at the road Randy headed toward town. Darcy pondered a walk over to Parker’s once Randy was gone. A freshening up first seemed more logical. Whore’s bath in the kitchen.

A four-mile jaunt through the countryside Randy approached the outskirts of Nashville. The interstate in the distance led to small businesses as a last ditch stop before leaving the city. The only gas station close was Marathon. Today it had been under new management, well, a phone call suggesting changes. Watchtower now had its greedy little whoremongering hands in the till. Stacy Raynes style!

“Damn! I don’t think I’ve seen the gas station this busy in years.” Cars were everywhere! He had no choice but to wait in line at the pumps, at least choosing one where a man was still fueling. His window down Randy stuck his head out and dared to strike up conversation. “Sale on Beef Jerky? This place is packed.”

“You haven’t stepped inside yet.” The older man at the nozzle scowled! “Expect to see this place busier from here on out.”

“How so?”

“Listen!” He chose to press the call button to get the attention of the cashiers inside. After a crackle over the PA the sounds of a woman moaning and yelling, “Fuck me! Fuck meee!” echoed throughout the islands.

“What the hell?”

“They make you prepay now just so you have to go inside.”

“Is that what I think I hear?”

“You aren’t deaf. I’m too old for this stupidity. I put down ten bucks knowing I wouldn’t have to go back for change. All yours, Dog Lover.”

“I’m going hunting over the weekend.”

“Sounds fun!” He cradled the nozzle and hopped into his car even as the cashier over the speaker asked what he needed. “I just wanted to say you’re doing a gangbang of a job today. I’ll be getting gas elsewhere from here on out.”

“Thanks for stopping by. Fuck you!” She ceased the pump speaker.

“I’ll be calling the owner. This is bullshit. If that doesn’t help, I’ll call the cops.” His phone ringing Todd Phelps looked it over. Unknown caller he didn’t bother to answer. Waving at Randy he got back into his car and pulled away. A text came next telling him to shut the hell up or be denied gas anywhere in the city. An argument ensued until Todd realized all of his debit and credit cards were emptied of funds as shown by pictures of his accounts. Agreeing to hush his funds were returned! COD, BABY! Todd would learn to live within his means.

Pulling up Randy paused a moment, not caring if he was holding up and line. Taking his own phone out he called Harmony Wilder. Two rings in she answered him. “Hey, Boss! I was on my way to you. Olga gave me directions. My plans changed so I thought I’d lead you to my cabin and introduce you to my sister in person. Unless you would rather I didn’t.”