Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
After once again making sure everything was in place, I set out to capture my mate, and bring her home. I’d pieced together her routine from following her and from the things she’d posted online and congratulated myself on being the one to save her from certain disaster.
The way she was going, putting all her business out there for just anyone to see, it was a wonder some ill intentioned asshole hadn’t snatched her already and done who knows what.
You see I don’t see any correlation between that phantom someone and myself. Though I didn’t do much talking, I do a lot of thinking. In my mind the end justifies the means. I know what my plans are.
That I’ll be good to her and whatever children we have. I wasn’t just after sex after all, though I’ll maybe fuck her all day everyday for the first month or so. But after I get her with child I don’t see why we can’t settle down to a fine life.
That harlot that had been in my bed said something about my antisocial tendencies once. Whatever the green hell that means.
According to her, because daddy had kept me here on the farm away from the outside world my mindset was a throwback to the old ways. And since I got everything I learned about life from the old publications daddy had kept around, I tend to be stuck in the past.
She might be right, this had a lot to do with my tendency to not give a fuck. I’m pretty sure the men and women who formed this land hadn’t either.
I had a list of things I needed to pick up that I thought it best not to get in my neck of the woods, so I’d looked up some pharmacies on the way between the farm and the college.
If anyone thought it strange that a man was buying up folic acid and fertility suppositories they didn’t mention it. I left the place loaded down with bags and ignored the appreciative stares from the women I passed on the way out.
I’m not that green that I didn’t know women found me attractive. Some of the folks in town couldn’t see past the beard and long hair. Others, especially of the female persuasion certainly did on occasion compliment me. That’s why I never go anywhere without my shades.
I had one jezebel proposition me right there in the canned foods aisle of the Piggly Wiggly before I had it torn down. Told me just what she was gonna do to me, balls and all.
I heard one of the two I’d just passed whispering to the other as they went by me. ‘Did you see those muscles? I bet he could go all night and then some.’
‘I like the way he looked at me from behind those shades without uttering a word, makes my heart get to fluttering. I’m gonna have me some sweet dreams tonight, just from that one look.’
What in the blue hell? They weren’t even trying to be quiet. I looked around at them and they cackled like two demented hens while staring at my dick.
That’s what’s wrong with the world. They don’t know me or what kinda man I am all they see is the few muscles I’d gotten over the years from working on the farm.
I don’t put much stock in such things as looks, well not my own anyway. Angel was a beauty, but that’s not to say that I couldn’t have fallen for someone less attractive. Her ass just happened to be the one with my name on it is all.
I’m more interested in the kind of man I am inside. Daddy always said that a man’s mettle was measured by his deeds. Like the charities I donate to all over the world that no one knew about. Or the way I cried over that old hound dog after he’d died.
I’d even had the repairs done on the old elementary school after a tornado hit and the mayor had dragged his feet. But the town folk had no idea that I was behind that and a whole lot more, because I didn’t want them in my damn face with their shit. As far as I’m concerned those things, more so than all the zeroes in my bank account is what matters.
The more brazen of the two gave me a look hot enough to scorch and bit her fingertip. What the hell? “Has anyone ever told you that you look a lot like that guy in that TV show? What’s his name again? She turned to her friend who was looking at me like we knew each other. I was almost afraid to open the truck for fear they might try to grab me while my back was turned. For shame!