The several minutes it took me to drive back to my house seemed like seconds. I reminisced about my first blowjob. It was from a hot 40 something spinner. I had never considered Tami as someone I had a chance with. Yes, she was single. Like all the women who lived in "the Bunkhouse."
My father provided living space for all employees if needed. If you were a single male, then you lived at house #4 commonly referred to as "the cave." It was a large house that currently housed 10 men. Working as a farm hand, mechanic, or vehicle operator did not pay a lot. But you could live well sharing a residence with roommates. Single women lived in the "the Bunkhouse." It held 10 women. The two houses were separated by 5 miles of fields, fences, creeks, sheds, and roads.
Other employees who were married made their own arrangements and lived where they liked unless then needed assistance. For example, Roy. He was like a grandfather to me. I had known him my whole life, he had driven me to school, sports, and other places countless times. He had lived with us in the main house most of my life and lived there while his wife Mary had cancer and passed away.
I pulled in front of the house and went inside. Not realizing the time of day, the kitchen was full of my family. Mom, dad, and siblings. Dad was surprised, looked at his watch and commented how it was unlike me to be out at 6 am without having to woken up and reminded to do chores.
In all the mornings' activities I had forgotten to do my chores. I smacked my head and stated 'Yeah. I went for a swim at 3. I couldn't sleep.' My dad looked at his watch again and back at me slowly with a sly smile.
Dad responded with a "Ok. A swim... forgetting your chores once in a lifetime is forgivable. Don't let it happen again." This was more of a warning to my siblings about being honest and hard working than a real father to son scolding.
My mom was too busy with breakfast, my siblings, and other things to even notice I was there. I ran upstairs, showered in record time, dressed, and grabbed Amy's new electronics. I placed them in an old leather backpack I had found earlier in the closet.
I ran downstairs, ate breakfast, and left quickly. I noticed my dad was watching me over the top of his newspaper. He read it every morning. This morning his eyes were not moving, he was eyeing me, trying to be coy, and I had noticed his unmoving eyes but said nothing.
Outside I found my truck would not start. Old battery or old starter I guessed but I had no time to change it. Dad came outside, threw me the keys to his truck, and stated he would have it fixed by "the oil bandits in the shop" by the time I got home from school.
Dad drove a beautiful 70's dodge truck. Well beautiful to me. The exterior had not been touched and it showed due to having at least ten different colors of paint on the hood, fenders, doors, and truck bed. But the inside cab had all been restored. A wide black and tan leather bench seat. It was jacked up on 40-inch tires and was nearly as tall as my truck. Instead of being a K-5 with a back seat this only had a single cab.
