Total pages in book: 185
Estimated words: 172387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 862(@200wpm)___ 690(@250wpm)___ 575(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 172387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 862(@200wpm)___ 690(@250wpm)___ 575(@300wpm)
I didn’t much like being lumped in with the mad scientist but I decided to leave her pissy ass alone. I don’t want to have to wrestle her for the pussy later because the last time I did that shit which was about a week ago, she never let me hear the end of it.
I don’t know how many times I have to tell her no matter how pissed she is, the pussy’s always mine. Half the time I think she starts shit just so I could do her rough any damn way, sneak.
I got up from the bed and debated washing her pussy off of me before heading down to the playroom to check on the kids. “Fuck it!” I took a quick shower and passed her miserable ass asleep on the bed on my way out.
I made it downstairs just in time to hear the bus pull up outside after rescuing Cody and the trips from their playpens. Her ass is going to be out for at least an hour so I have to come up with something to keep them busy until she wakes up and starts dinner.
She’d found some contraption that I could fit them all in, one in front, one more to the side and the other one in back but my ass wouldn’t be able to sit down. Plus whichever one ends up back there likes to pull the fuck outta my hair for fun.
I tried to get her to hire a cook and some help around the house years ago when we had the first four but she was still holding out. We’ve never had a babysitter other than her parents, mine, my sisters or one of the wives of my crew; and we have a cleaning service that comes five days a week for a few hours each day. Other than that she does everything else herself, which I still find amazing.
There were packages on the doorstep when I opened the door to welcome them, most of them for Mengele from her various aunts and uncles. I saw Mancini’s name and just shook my head. He’s become her errand boy and doesn’t even know it.
They stomped through my house after a quick hello and headed for the kitchen and my fridge like they hadn’t eaten all day. I feel bad for them these days since their mother went on some health food kick, we’ll probably be having turkey some fuck for dinner come to think of it. I miss the taste of cow. Damn
“Mengele get back here; what’s that?” I pointed to the one box she chose out of the bunch, looked like the one from Mancini.
“Just stuff daddy!” I squinted at her as she held the box shape parcel close to her chest like it held the secrets of life.
I figure Mancini won’t off my kid, so I let her go about her business. Kid’s been acting squirrely for the past few weeks. I’d been meaning to ask her what was up with her before we went off to Law’s, but with one thing or another I never got around to it. At least this evening she was looking more like herself. Probably about to blow up some shit in my basement.
CATALINA
“Yes! Just what I was waiting for.” I placed my new loot on my worktable in the basement and dropped my backpack on the chair before rolling up the sleeves of my summer tee and getting down to business. It would be a few hours before dinner was ready and no one ever comes down here, except for daddy when he needs something, so I should be safe.
I hummed as I put on my gloves and removed the castor beans I’d asked uncle Hank for forever ago from the plastic bag they came in. I’d had to promise over and over again not to ingest the beans or do anything harmful to my baby brother and sisters and even then I didn’t think he’d send them to me.
Uncle Hank is the only one other than grandpa who takes me seriously. My other aunts and uncles play along, but I know they think I’m just a bright kid who likes to learn stuff. Uncle Hank knows better though, that’s why I can always talk to him. They came just in time too.
I got lost in thought as I worked, thinking about whether or not I should call Todd because of what happened today. That bully Brian has been picking on Caitie for a long time and after hearing him and his friends on the bus this morning I’d snuck over to the place where she and her friends like to hang out at lunch.
If she knew she’d skin me, but I wanted to know. Usually at lunchtime I head back over to the middle school playground to play with my friends from before. None of the kids at the high school ever want to play with me, even less so my sister and brothers, but I don’t mind.