Chapter 23: The Birthday Gift

A UPS truck pulled up in front of Bob’s house. The driver gets out and places a large flat package at his side door.

The doorbell rang, Bob made his way from his office to the front door. No one was there, so he went to his back door. No one was there but he did notice the package on the step. He got it and brought it in the house. Opening the package, he saw the giant letters spelling out Sonya. He took the plug and plugged it in. The pink neon lit up instantly. Wow, he thought, that looks really good. Hope she likes it. He put everything back into the box and would wait until he saw Maria or Tony to give it to Sonya.

The next morning, the day before Sonya’s birthday. Bob went outside to take some garbage to the bin. He saw Maria outside as well. She looked like she was about to leave for work for the day. Bob waved at her. Maria smiled and waved back. “Hello, Maria.” Bob said. “Hello, Bob. How are you doing?” Maria replied genuinely concerned for her widowed neighbor.

“Good, good. Thanks. How are you?” Bob asked. “Say, I got the gift for Sonya, I told you about. It came yesterday.”

“Oh really?’ Maria replied. ‘I want to see it.” She exclaimed with a little bit of excitement in her voice.

“Well, let me get it. I’ll bring it over if you have a second.” Bob told Maria.

Maria went into Sonya’s bedroom. “Hey, get up and come outside.” Maria told Sonya who was still in bed.

Sonya looked at the clock on her phone. Little after 8 in the morning. “What? Come on mom. I’ll take Max out later.” Sonya turned back over in bed. Maria immediately went to the windows and opened the blinds. She saw Bob outside in his driveway with a large package in his hands. Maria stuck up one finger to him and mouthed ‘one second’ to him. Maria then pulled the blankets off of her daughter in bed. “Get your butt up and come outside.”

“Mom.” Sonya slowly drawed out the mom to her in exasperation. Sonya was too comfortable and did not want to get up yet. “Girl, if I have to say it one more time.” Maria said in a much firmer tone. A tone that Sonya was familiar with and knew from experience to not mess with. Sonya sat up in bed quickly then. “Look, I’m up.” Sonya said with a faint smile. Maria smiled back. “Come on. Mr. Johnson has something for you.”

Hearing that Mr. Johnson had something for her, perked her up. She got up quickly then to follow her mom. Wearing just an oversized red t-shirt that hung just below her butt. Small little pink cotton shorts. Mix matched clothes but you really couldn’t see the shorts under the shirt she wore when she was standing. Sonya followed her mom out the front door and the two almost look alike mother and daughter made their way up Mr. Johnsons driveway to where he stood holding a package that Sonya learned was for her. Any gift for her made her happy. So, she was excited to get a gift from Mr. Johnson. Sonya brushed her hair back behind each of her ears as they came upon Mr. Johnson. “Sonya is happy as you can see.” Maria said to Mr. Johnson. There was a little table, and Bob had put the package on the table. “I see, I see. Well, young lady I know your birthday is soon. I wanted to get you something. I told your mom about a friend I have that makes these. So, I just thought of you that this would be something that you might like.” Bob told both of the ladies but more so to Sonya. He gestured to the package on the table for Sonya to check out. Sonya walked over to the table. She excitedly pulled the box open and saw in a two foot by about two-foot display was her name and it looked like it was some kind of light. Bob had an extension cord set up and he quickly plugged in the name sign to the extension cord and Sonya and Maria saw the pink neon come to life. Both of them ohhhed and awed over it. “Oh my God, Mom. Look!” Sonya said with excitement. Maria smiled at Sonya. “That looks so cool.” Maria said. “What do you say?”

Sonya quickly went to Mr. Johnson. “Thank you, Mr. Johnson.” Sonya almost squealed as she leaned in and hugged Mr. Johnson. Maria smiled at the two. “Well, that is really cool looking.” Maria said. “Your father gets home late tonight, so you will have to wait to get it up.”

Sonya turned to face her mom and the gift. “Awe, come on mom. Can you help me put it up right now?” Sonya pleaded with her mom. “No sweetie. I have to get going to work. Your dad can tonight.”

“Come on mom. Please.” Sonya dragged out the please, putting a lot of emphasis on the please.

Maria looked at the gift and looked between Sonya and Bob. “I can’t sweetie. Ask Mr. Johnson if he could put it up for you.” Maria told Sonya. Maria looked at her watch, knowing she had to get going to work. Also, Mr. Johnson is a great handy man and putting up the picture is easy to his skill level.

Sonya looked up to Mr. Johnson with her big brown eyes. Big smile on her face. “Pleaseeee...” She dragged out the please as if it was putting more emphasis on the word. The oversized shirt she wore flittered about as Sonya moved a little to the side to side.

Shrugging his shoulders in a fake defeat. “Okay, Okay.” He replied with a slight smile of his own. With the ordeal taken care of, Maria smiled at the two of them. She reached out and gave a little playful scratch of Bob’s upper arm. Whispering to him, “Thank you, Bob.” He nodded to Maria in response.

Maria looked to Sonya then, “Okay, you help him in whatever he needs and be nice to him. I can’t wait to see what it looks like in your room when I get home tonight. I’m sure your dad will love it too.” Sonya and Maria then hugged each other as Maria turned and left for work, leaving the two alone in Bob’s driveway.

Bob looked at Sonya just standing in her shirt and shorts. Thinking of the basic outfit she wore not that long ago where she displayed even more on his driveway in an early morning escapade of hers. “Umm, well let me go get my tools.” He told his young neighbor. Sonya smiled at him as she thought how messy her room is at the moment. “Okay, I’ll just clean up a little bit.” She told him and quickly turned and left to go into her house. Bob thought she meant to change into something a little more proper to wear while he was going into her bedroom.

Five minutes later the doorbell rang. Sonya had taken the five minutes to make her bed and toss some clothes that were laying around in the laundry basket. She had purposely left one of her few thongs she had on the top of the dirty clothes in the basket. She wanted Mr. Johnson to see that she wore ‘mature’ clothes like Nicole and Kelly did. She wanted him to think she was mature for her age. She ran to the side door and no one was there. Max followed her closely, but he was looking to the front door, knowing that was where Mr. Johnson. So Max was a little confused when she went to the back door. Sonya stepped out of the back door and walked on the grass to the front of the house. She saw Mr. Johnson standing and waiting at the front door. She waved at him. He smiled and waved as he made his way to her. He showed her his tools he brought along. Sonya had a big smile,” I can’t wait, this is going to look so cool.” She said with excitement for the neon sign she was getting but also that Mr. Johnson was going to be in her bedroom with no parents at home.

So, Bob followed the young lady into her house. They made their way down the long hallway towards Sonya’s bedroom. Max followed Sonya closely. Max was used to Bob enough that he did not find Bob a threat so he didn’t pay much attention to Bob. Bob remembered when Max was a puppy not that long ago. He was amazed at how big he got since then. Bob turned his attention from Max to Sonya. It looked like she was just wearing a t-shirt and nothing else. He thought he could see a hint of her little butt showing underneath the shirt she wore. He wasn’t complaining about the sight at all. Bob licked his lips as he adjusted the front of his pants. He followed Sonya into her room and was immediately bombarded with pink everywhere. Pink walls, pink bedsheets, pink comforter. Bob thought for a second maybe the pink neon was not a good idea as it would just be pinker.

Sonya turned towards Mr. Johnson as she stood in the middle of her bedroom. “So, I was thinking it would look best on the wall over my bed. “ She said to her neighbor. Mr. Johnson took a look around the room and took everything in, he did notice the tiny thong on the top of the clothes in the laundry basket. “Hmm, okay. Well, I’ll hold it up and you go to the end of the bed to make sure its lined up in the middle to where you want it.” Mr. Johnson told her.

So, after a couple minutes of going and side to side and up and down they had it lined up perfectly to where it should go. It had four brackets to hold it up and screws and washers to along with it. So they had the bed pulled just enough away from the wall so that Bob could squeeze in and screw in the brackets. Sonya stood on her bed to help with the brackets as best as she could. She was in charge of holding all the screws and washers and the brackets while he was doing the hard work. Sonyas hips were almost in line with Bob’s head level. Bob could easily see up Sonya’s shirt. He could see her panties. He screwed in the first bracket with no problems, he didn’t want to complete the job to fast though. He wanted to try to stretch this moment out for as long as he could. “Hey, you better not fart on me young lady.” He poked her in her sides making her giggle. “I’m a lady. Ladies don’t fart.” She told him as she handed him another bracket and screw and washer. “Oh, really? Believe me, everyone farts. Even ladies like you.” He told her with a wink. As he took the bracket and screw. He got the second bracket up as he asked Sonya what she has done for the summer so far. “So how has summer been so far? Did you go away to any summer camps or sport camps?” He asked as he reached for the next bracket and screw. “I did a volleyball camp for three days but that’s about it. Did you ever go to camp, Mr. Johnson?” She asked him. Bob turned to get the bracket screwed into the wall. “Oh, I had a bad experience with camp when I was younger.” He told her.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She told him.

“It’s okay. I had such a bad time that I wrote a letter to my parents about it. I even remember what I wrote them.” He told her.

Sonya stood on the bed next to him as he turned to get the final bracket from her. He quickly poked her in the side again and made a fart noise. “Pffftt.” He smiled at her, “Hey I said no farting.” Sonya giggled again, “Stop.”

“So what did you tell your parents?” She asked him.

He turned to put the last bracket up. “Well, I was pretty formal in my writing my parents. So, I started if off with Hello Muddah, hello Fadduh, Here I am at Camp Granada.” He told her dryly.

“That was the name of the camp. Camp Granada. I don’t think it’s still around anymore. It was way up north. So, you probably haven’t heard about it.” He told her with a wink as he turned to the wall to make sure everything was lined up correctly.

“So, then I told them about my short time at the camp up to that point. It was raining a lot when camp started so that kind of put a damper on camp.

‘Camp is very entertaining, And they say we’ll have some fun if it stops raining.

I went hiking with Joe Spivey.’

Joe was a good friend of mine.

‘He developed poison ivy.

You remember Leonard Skinner.

He got ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner.’”

Bob shook his head, “That was a bummer too.”

He continued to tell Sonya his letter to his parents. Facing Sonya as he reached for the pink neon sign with her name in big letters across it.

“All the counselors hate the waiters, And the lake has alligators.

And the head coach wants no sissies, So he reads to us from something called Ulysses.

Now I don’t want this should scare ya, But my bunk mate has malaria.

You remember Jeffrey Hardy.

They’re about to organize a searching party.

Take me home, oh Muddah, Fadduh, Take me home, I hate Granada, Don’t leave me out here in the forest, where I might get eaten by a bear.” Sonya stood there facing him with a look of incredulous. “A bear?” She asked. He just shrugged his shoulders and nodded yes. “I told you that I did not have a good time.” He told her. “But it did get better.”

“Take me home, I promise I will not make noise, Or mess the house with other boys.

Oh please don’t make me stay, I’ve been here one whole day.

Dearest Fadduh, darling Muddah, How’s my precious little Bruddah?

Let me come home if you miss me.

I would even let Aunt Bertha hug and kis me.

Wait a minute, it stopped hailing.

Guys are swimming, guys are sailing.

Playing baseball, gee that’s better.

Muddah, Fadduh, kindly disregard this letter!”

Sonya stood on her bed staring at Mr. Johnson. “Really?”

He smiled at her and winked again. “No.” He said with a big belly laugh. Sonya smiled and laughed with him. “Mr. Johnson, your funny.”

“Thanks sweetie.” He put the neon sign up on the brackets. Sonya was excited to see it lit up now that it was in place.

A problem became quickly obvious though. The cord from the sign was not long enough to fit into the nearest outlet. Sonya was bouncing on her bed excited to see it lit up in her room. Bob faced her, standing next to her as she bounced. She was smiling, laughing and bouncing. He held up his one had still held the power drill and then he used the other hand to poke her sides again, using the drill to make a sound.

Sonya was bouncing on her bed, happy for the really cool looking neon sign with her name in big letters across it. Her bouncing was her thinking of the stripping video she saw of her bestie’s sisters stripping video. Sonya was making a bad attempt at sexy dancing. When she was startled my Mr. Johnsons poking her side. She smiled at Mr. Johnson. “Watch yourself, young lady. Or I might screw you.” He told her emphazing the power drill he was holding when he said the double entendre. Sonya was smart and did pick up on the double meaning he said to her. She flopped on her bed, a flop so good that LeBron James would have been proud of. She turned over on her bed to get back up. She was up on her hands and knees her shirt halfway up her body as she hoped to look like she accidentally exposed her lower half.

Bob noticed her cute backside right away when she fell on her bed. White cotton panties, with little pink hearts sprinkled all over them. Her beautiful backside bursting out of her panties. Bob felt an instant twitch in his pants. Smiling as he did have a nice glance up her shirt while she was on all fours. She quickly righted herself and stood up next to Bob. Smiling.

“Sonya, we have a little problem here.” Bob asked her, holding her hand to help her stand up. “What’s that?” She asked him.

“Well, the cord doesn’t go all the way to the outlet?” He asked her.

“Oh no.” She replied with a tinge of sadness. She slowly stopped bouncing. “What do I need to do?” She asked him.

Still holding her hand as he looked around this teen’s bedroom. Looking for any clues but also taking in her room of this beautiful teens personal space. “Well, do your parents have any kind of extension cord, even a surge protector could help.

Sonya jumped off her bed and quickly ran around the house, Max following closely as he matched her anxiety. She was going around and checking drawers and closets. Banging doors as she went around the house. Leaving Mr. Johnson waiting in her bedroom. After a good ten minutes she came back into the room, looking defeated. “I can’t fine any, Mr. Johnson.” She told him looking up at him with her big brown eyes.

Mr. Johnson was totally in her control. He knew it, he just didn’t want her to know it. Nevertheless, “Well, I guess I could go pick one up at the store. Only if you came with me. In case I pick the wrong color. You know.” He told her. In his mind, he was praying that she would say yes. His heart was racing uncertain if she would say yes or no. Even though he was standing in her bedroom right next to her, barely wearing anything. She seemed like it didn’t bother her that he saw her in her panties just now. What seemed like five minutes but was just mere seconds, the time passing so slow made him doubt himself. Doubt the situation that they both were in. He thought it was playful, but maybe ... maybe she didn’t think the same thing. Maybe she was grossed out by him.