Note: I try to make each chapter stand on its own; this one does make a reference to previous chapters. You don't have to read them, but it will provide a slightly better frame of reference.
I appreciate any feedback, suggestions or comments (even if you think I write like a third grader with ADHD).
As always thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for keeping making this story a lot better and fixing my lame assed ending.
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"You rode your bike over here? Do you think you were twelve again?" Nancy asked as she opened the door.
"I figured I'm going to get dirty and sweaty working in the yard, so why not get my cardio in on the way over," Rick replied.
Nancy smiled and ran her hand across Rick's chest," I'm pretty sure you will get a workout while you are here. How did the date with Courtenay go?"
"Better than expected, and she hooked me up with a friend," Rick bragged.
"Get out! Who?"
"Lynn, one of the other cheerleaders," Rick replied.
"I want to hear all about it."
"You will, in a while. I have some work to do first." Rick said smugly.
"Speaking of work, how would you like to expand your business?"
"Hell yea, I will be a starving college student in the fall. Who are you renting me out to?"
"The neighbors are both looking for some help. The guy on the right is practically a shut in. He just needs the front yard taken care of. The guy on the left... I'm not sure why he bought a house. I guess it is an investment. He is never there. Anyway, I suggested he look into making it a short term rental. He wants you to take care of the front and back yard, plus clean it up between renters. Interested?"
"Sounds great, when do I start?" Rick asked.
"Next week, until then you are all mine," Nancy said as she turned and walked into the house. Rick followed close behind, admiring the way the bikini she was wearing showed off her ass. He reached out to untie her top, but she was too far ahead of him.
Rick stopped in his tracks when he entered the kitchen. He could not believe what he saw.
"What is that on top of the refrigerator?"
"That's my ACR, do you want to see it? Or do you want to give me shit about buying something that is over hyped?"
"Yes please," Rick replied.
Nancy reached up and grabbed the rifle. She quickly checked the magazine well and chamber to ensure it was unloaded. She paused and looked at Rick.
"Have you ever held a rifle before?" she asked.
"Yes, but not one of those. I have only played with those in Call of Duty. Holy shit, yours has a suppressor!" Rick said excitedly.
Nancy held the rifle out to Rick, "Keep it pointed in a safe direction, and finger off the trigger."
Rick gingerly took the rifle from Nancy. He smiled broadly; he shouldered it, keeping the muzzle pointed at the floor.
"Is this the 6.8 or 5.56?"
"Neither, I found a place to make me a 300 blackout barrel," she answered.
"Nice. But why is it on top of the fridge?"
"We have a coyote problem. Sharon's little girl was bitten by one last week, and this morning I saw one in the back yard. That thing shows up again he will be a rug."
"Don't you think your neighbors will mind when your back yard sounds like downtown Kabul?" Rick asked.
Nancy took the rifle back from Rick and grabbed the magazine from the top of the fridge. She inserted it into the rifle, chambered a round and opened the back door.
"See the soda can by the back fence?" she asked.
"You are not really..." Rick was interrupted by a low thump, and the can flew into the air.
"See, ain't nobody gonna hear nuthin unless I miss my head shot. Then they might hear a whimper before I take out the varmint. No dingo is going to eat my baby." she said coldly.
"What if you miss?"
"I will probably hit a tree."
"And if you miss the tree?" Rick continued his inquisition
"Then my eight foot high, two foot thick stone wall will have a little more character," Nancy replied," now do you want to stand there and ask stupid questions or take a shot at the can?"
Rick held his hands out. Nancy removed the magazine, engaged the safety and handed it to him.
"You get one shot, don't fuck up."
Rick shouldered the rifle and looked through the Trijicon sight. What he was holding in his hand was probably worth more than he would make all summer. He found the can lying on the ground next to a tree. It was lying on a bed of mulch, which meant no chance of ricochet.
"I think I have finally found something that will keep you from staring at my tits," Nancy giggled.
"Not for long, I only have one shot," Rick replied.
He put his finger on the trigger and slowly squeezed. The rifle jumped back in his grip and the can tumbled end over end towards the wall. Rick put the safety back on and returned the rifle to Nancy.
"A worthy distraction, but only temporarily," he said, as he handed it to Nancy. Rick found himself gazing at her breasts and licking his lips.
Nancy placed the rifle and magazine back on the top of the fridge, and then picked up her laptop.
"We both have some work to do. I will be out by the pool, so don't think you can slack off on the yard work, because I will be watching you," she said as she sauntered towards the back door. She stopped to bend over and pick up the two brass cases that were on the kitchen floor. After setting them on the counter, she headed to the pool.
Rick attended to his tasks quickly, occasionally pausing to gawk at Nancy. She was lying by the pool in a bikini that did not leave much to his imagination. Rick rationalized that since he wasn't using his brain to imagine her naked, he could use that mental capacity on his tasks. As he cleaned the pool he stole glances at her firm round ass. When he tested the chlorine levels in the pool he stared at her cleavage. The sight of her breasts almost spilling out of her bikini top caused his dick to swell. He walked around the yard to give himself a break. Rick picked up the can they had been shooting at. He still could not believe she had fired a rifle from inside her house. There were two holes in the can. The one in the dead center was no doubt hers.
Nancy basked in the afternoon sun and in Rick's lustful stare. She looked at him just as much, but she was a bit more discreet. She knew if he caught her glance neither one of them would finish their work. Landscaping work was her favorite of his assigned tasks. Several of the chores required his strength, and seeing his muscles flex gave her a warm feeling between her legs. She could not wait to hear about his exploits with the cheerleaders. The image of Courtenay riding Rick's cock popped into her mind and Nancy moaned to herself. She shook the thought out of her head before it lead her astray.
"When does Jake get back from his play date?" Rick asked from across the yard.
"He will not be home until after dinner," she shouted back.