A Stormi Night – ch. 7

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I had a lot to do after work, and it was a hard second half of the day. The worst part was unloading supplies for the Maple street house, which would have a brick wall façade in front. We got everything ready, but had to wait half an hour for the masonry truck.

I told Luis to unload it with the forklift. He got distracted and ran over a big rock. The pallet of bricks shifted and the forklift tipped on its side, sending a cascade of six hundred bricks tumbling down the steep hill. Picking them up took all five of us a tedious extra hour! Thankfully, only twenty or so were broken and nobody got hurt. We laid all but the top two courses of the wall before stopping for the day. The next day I’d send somebody to finish it, while the rest of us set up for the slab pour at the Brighton job.

As I drove to a cell phone store, I thought of the word “laid” and chuckled to myself. I wondered why the bricks were luckier than I was. All of them got laid, other than the broken ones. With all the trouble I’d gone through for Stormi, I’d only gotten two blowjobs and a few seconds of penetration. Still, I loved her, though, intensely and deeply. I imagined how being deep inside her butt would feel, and noticed a growth in my boxers. I missed the turn for the phone store and had to drive around the block.

The tech at the store couldn’t fix Stormi’s phone, but sold me a replacement and moved the data to it. My brother Rod called as I walked outside. “It’s six o’clock, Pete. Where are you?”

I replied, “Sorry, I had to get a new phone. Be there as soon as I can.”

“Hurry up! Wendy’s in the mood, and we can’t do much with the kids here.”

I chuckled to myself and agreed.