After my brief encounter with Daniella in the crows nest, I found myself at a meal where I was desperately trying to manage the never-ending raging erection that she'd left me with. Watching Faith and Danni's brother flirt endlessly down the table, while getting iced hard by the object of my distress.
Oddly, I felt no jealously over Faith at all. We'd been a short term thing, and it had been incredibly fun and gratifying. I found that I cared about her, but didn't feel any ownership, or loss at her finding someone else so quickly.
It might have been Daniella. She'd fascinated me from moment one, and after our brief tryst, I knew that she was funny, she was strong and smart, and she was the kind of woman that I could fully enjoy physically. It was painful being so near her and not able to touch her.
June, Danni and Michael's mother, seemed happily oblivious to it, which I didn't believe for a moment. She'd survived Freddie too, and she'd as much as told me she could feel the pheromones floating around.
"Was Calvin able to help you with Thomas' old rifle," she asked innocently, and, I realized, pointedly. Danni had missed a button on her dress, and June had spotted it, lasering in.
Danni nodded emphatically, "yes he was helpful. The sights needed to be recalibrated."
June turned to me and elbowed hard into my arm, "she hadn't had a straight shot in years," a wink. Danni, aghast, slapped her hands on the table.
"Mother!"
June shrugged, patting Danni's arm and smiling sweetly, "oh honey, I didn't mean anything by it. That deer you shot last week had to be run down because you shot it in the ass." June looked down the table at Faith and Michael giggling and whispering, "and you two! Did Mikey get you reacquainted with the cows, Faith?"
Faith turned to her, smiling innocently. "Oh yes, Auntie June, I still remember how to milk like a professional."
Michael, choosing a bad time to take a swig of milk, snorted, causing some to come out of his nose. June seemed delighted, Danni pressed her forehead into her palm and closed her eyes.
"Well that's wonderful, dear. I saw you two walking by the big oak. I'm sure Mikey will be glad for your extra hands. In the barn." Both Faith and Michael went beet red and silent.
Dinner pretty much went like that. The old bird was old school, and she clearly knew everything that went on under her roof, or on her land. Danni was frustrated by it, embarrassed at her mother's amused chiding.
"Say, June," I started, hatching a plan to maybe earn back a few points, "I know you've got the solar panels on the roof, but Danni mentioned you all are low on batteries for other tools?"
June coughed on a bit of cassarole, and cast a glance at Danni. I went on, "I scavenged a charger and a brick of rechargeables from an abandoned cabin. Could I give them to you, as a thank you? For your hospitality?"
June coughed again and smiled at me, her eyes unable to prevent betraying her plans for those batteries, "oh, that would be very generous of you, Calvin, thank you."
"Of course," I replied as I tucked into the meal. I glanced at Danni, who was doing her best to hide her delighted smile from both her mother and me, but like her mother, her eyes didn't lie as she glanced at me.
After dinner, we all chatted and played cards by candlelight until dusk fell to dark. June stood up and declared it bedtime, mandating that I use the washroom first since I would be 'camping' in the yard.
I retrieved my toiletries along with the rechargable batteries I'd offered, and took care of things. A quick shower made me feel like a new man, and thankfully washed away the scent of Danni's pussy, whose sweet musk clung maddeningly to me.
Leaving the bathroom, I glanced down the hall to where Danni stood with Faith across the hall from her own room. Michael's room was across from the bathroom, near the stairs to the crows nest, and June's at the top of the hall by the stairs.
"Good night," Danni offered, her voice taking on the gentler tone that she'd had earlier while we talked in the crows nest.
"Good night, Danni," I replied regretting very much that it would be a lonely one.
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I took a few minutes moving things around in the truck, putting a few of the larger boxes and bags full of tools or supplies into the passenger side footwell and seat. Finally, I rolled out a camping mat to put my sleeping bag on. It was extra thick, and while it probably wouldn't save my back much damage, the rest of me would be glad of it. Onto that, I spread a thermal blanket Dad had bought for cold weather camping, since the nights were still chilly, followed by my sleeping bag. I had a some old quilts in the back in case I got cold too.
Most of the stuff I'd brought was smaller, other than a couple of boxes of non-perishable food. The rifle and handguns I'd taken from the gas station bandits had been checked, cleaned, and stashed in the lockbox with the more valuable tools, and overall, I had a good little sleeping space, around the width of a double bed. Not too shabby, really. I'd done with much worse.
Crawling into my sleeping bag, I desperately tried to not think of my blue balls, not fatal like a lot of idiots had claimed down the years, but frustrating. I debated doing something about them, but worried that June would be watching, and decided against it. I settled into looking up at the roof skylight section of dad's old hardcover. When we were kids he'd take me, and later Gil to see Grampa to hunt. He'd let us sleep in the covered back of the truck, a little travel heater keeping us warm while he and Grampa drank a bourbon around the campfire.
Tonight, the moon was just past full in the sky, and the entire farm had been cast in a gentle blue light. Though I'd always prefer to be in a warm bed with a wet woman, this brought back some good memories, and I drifted off, reminiscing about those childhood adventures. I hope Gil and his family were well, that whatever genetic quirk had saved my life (and Dad's if not for his heart) had them as well.
I dreamed of the island, of Gil and Hannah sitting with Allie and I, watching the kids play in the water. That would've been a nice life, I thought sleepily, drifting away on the part-memory, part-fantasy.
Tap-tap-tap. It had been happening for a couple of minutes, but I'd ignored it going back to sleep to dream more of Danniela's perfect breasts, thinking a tree branch was blowing in the wind, but no, it came back, tap-tap-tap, along with a whisper, "Calvin," tap-tap-tap. "Calvin!"
A shadow, feminine with long hair, stood at the milky back window. I cursed inwardly. Had Faith decided she wanted to run off with me after all? I'd hoped she would be happy here. She'd certainly seemed to be enjoying herself.
