Page 20 of Smoke
“How do you feel about some more practice with power tools?”
“Fuck yeah,” he answered.
I laughed at his enthusiasm. “I’m going to call Blade too. I need him to pick up some supplies for me.”
“Bet. I’ll grab some beer and we can order pizza. I have a feeling whatever we’re doing might take a while.”
“Do you have time?”
“Absolutely.”
I was a lucky man.
“Let’s make it a party. Bring the Littles too.”
Loud shrieks filled the phone line and I smiled at his Little girl’s enthusiasm.
“So fun!” Allyson squealed.
I agreed. It was going to be so fun.
***
Ashley
I woke up feeling like my bladder was going to explode. Struggling to climb from my soft blankets, I crawled out of the closet. Oh no! I really needed to go. Rushing out of the bedroom door, I almost crashed into Bash and Blade carrying a bright pink structure. I didn’t have enough time to even wonder what they were doing. It was a bathroom emergency.
“Oh, sorry, Little one,” Bash apologized.
“Is okay!” I yelled, rushing toward the bathroom. I slammed the door shut, ripped down my shorts and panties, and made it just in time. My arm throbbed from the movement and I sighed. I needed to work on remembering it was ouchie.
There was a knock on the door. “Babygirl, are you okay?” Dawson asked.
After finishing my business and washing my hands, I opened the door.
“I’m okay.”
“Are you sure? Uncle Bash said you seemed to be in a hurry.”
Tattle-tale.
“I really had to go to the bathroom,” I said.
“Yeah? Did you need to pee pee or poop?” he asked, completely serious.
My eyes widened. Iwas notanswering that question.
He chuckled at my obvious horror, and brushed my hair back. “Did the medicine make your tummy hurt?”
Shaking my head, I answered, “No.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Okay, but if that changes you can tell me, alright? No hiding it from Uncle Smoke.”
“Yes, Sir.”
