Chapter 14: Breakfast Boy

Saturday morning at Carla’s ranchette. Delia awakened with the smell of bacon in her nose. After a quick trip to the bathroom, she went to sit at the kitchen table, joined shortly after by Carla. Dan brought out two plates with crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, and a wedge of cantaloupe.

“Coffee or orange juice, Dee?”

“Yes.”

Dan smiled, and set her up with both. All three eagerly inhaled their breakfasts, hungry after their wild night of sexual escapades.

“Carla, how did you raise this wonderful man to make us delicious breakfasts like this?”

“Years ago, he realized that he needed to help out, and we talked about how to divide things up. It turned out he enjoyed cooking and so everything food became his area. He does the marketing and most all of the cooking.

“He just has a basic cookbook and doesn’t do fancy things, but everything is delicious like this breakfast.”

“My god. He was already handsome, sexy, smart, and sweet. And you tell me he cooks? Daniel Carlssen, will you marry me?”

“I’m sure I will, Delia, but first, do you mind doing the dishes and pans?”

“Of course, you just sit here and look pretty while I clean up.”

While she cleaned the frying pan and washed the dishes, Delia had questions for Carla.

“So, I’m giving you all the credit, Carla, for raising the perfect man. But can you tell me anything about Mr. Carlssen, Dan’s father?”

“Not much, I’m afraid. Al Carlssen was a long-haul trucker. He met me when I was a waitress at a coffee shop on his regular route, he came by there every Monday. By the time I sold him his fourth piece of pie, he was asking me out. We dated for about three or four months and he proposed, I accepted.

“We eloped to Las Vegas and got married, and a few months later I was pregnant. Then he was killed in a horrific pile-up up on Donner Pass. All these years later, I only have a few memories of him. We didn’t get that much time together, as he was away working so much. They didn’t limit driving hours like they do now, he would drive 16 hours then sleep for 8.

“They settled with me for enough money to buy this property, and a year stipend to live on until I weaned him and had to go back to work. As far as I knew at the time, he had no family. There was nobody I could contact when I arranged his funeral.”

“That’s a shame, Carla. It would be nice to know any family; also his medical and genetic background. Did Al have a big-ass cock like Dan?”

“Nope, totally average. Apparently when Dan was 11 or 12 years old, he got a nighttime visit from his fairy cockfather and boom. For a long time he was embarrassed about it. We used to tape it to his belly so it wouldn’t show in his pants while he was at school.

“Fortunately by the time he was in high school some of the other students were big enough that he didn’t, um, stand out, and could play on the basketball team and shower in the locker room without a lot of teasing. It’s a good thing the basketball season was nearly over when you two started dating. Guy’s been having hard-ons all the time, whenever he thinks about you, Dee. As a matter of fact—”