Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 41869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
I worked the kinks out of my neck and shoulders and headed out for a cold one. The place seemed relatively quiet for this time of day and I just chalked it up to the upcoming festivities. Dana Sue hadn’t come back so I guess she’d taken care of whatever it was that had been bothering her. Maybe I could find her and drag her off for an afternoon quickie, sweeten her up a little.
“Hey Clay where the hell is everybody at? He was the only one lagging around that I could see. “The women are running some kinda boycott that’s why I came to get you.” What the fuck? I had no doubt that by women he meant my pain in the ass wife. I took a deep breath, massaged the stress from the bridge of my nose, and said a quick prayer for peace. What now?
“What happened?”
“Well, you know the sheep usually handle the food and shit for these little shindigs because until now Melissa was the only wife and it was way too much for her to handle on her own. Well it seems that now that your wife is here the others, including my own pain in the ass, have put it into her head that she should be in charge.”
“I don’t get it, what’s the boycotting about?”
“Well, as you can imagine the sheep aren’t too happy with their places being taken. You know they’re already pissed at the marriage rate around here the last couple of weeks. I think they think the wives are trying to kick them out.”
“I need this shit. Where the fuck are they?” He motioned towards the door as if to say lead on. I can’t have one day of peace in this fuck? I thought having a wife was supposed to lift some of the burden off my shoulder? Instead this girl spent her every waking moment trying to drive me up the fucking wall. The only time she wasn’t giving me grief is when she was under me.
“Where the fuck is my brother? I’m not even gonna ask your pussy whipped ass if you can’t control your woman because we all know who runs that ship.” When had the men around here lost their nuts?
“Uh-huh, like you’re any better. I don’t know where Kyle is you know he lets Melissa do whatever the hell she wants. So how do you plan on handling this?” Why the fuck was he so jumpy?
“What’s to handle? The sheep have always taken care of this shit, my wife and the rest of her squad can find better things to do with their time.”
“Uh, Law, I’m not sure…”
“Look you wanna handle the shit or you want me to, because I coulda sworn that’s why your scared ass was hanging around outside my damn door.” The fucking idiot grinned like an ass and upped my headache a couple notches.
I found the whole gaggle of them out back near the pit and it didn’t take a genius to see what the fuck was going on. Of course none of their men were around to ride herd on their asses, except Clay and that fuck wasn’t any help.
“Dana Sue, front and center.” She passed the bag of whatever the fuck it is she was holding off to Melissa before dusting off her hands, throwing some kind of look towards the sheep who were squared off on one side while the wives and girlfriends were on the other. I’m a fucking referee in this bitch now?
“Yes Lawton?” She was giving me that snooty shit she’d learned in her fancy school but I wasn’t in the mood. I didn’t appreciate the position she was putting me in. As much as I’ve tried to explain shit to her late at night while we were alone in bed, after the fireworks and her little high-strung ass was mellow, it seemed to have gone out the window. Or more like her new crew keeps putting shit in her head.
“What is it that you think you’re doing here?”
“You told me to handle it and so I am.” She folded her arms to which I raised my brow and she corrected that shit quick. I wasn’t about to dress her down in front of everyone, but we’d talked about this shit and she wasn’t listening too good so something had to be done.
“First, those women that got you to go against me in this shit, will not take your ass whipping for you, second, I told you more than once to leave this shit alone. Instead of listening to me, you have decided to force my hand. There’s a reason I told you to leave them alone they serve a fucking purpose and just because they’re called fucking sheep they’re still women, some of them with fucked up lives and fucked up stories.