Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 26981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
When the teacher passed out some test papers I got my chance. Peeping over her shoulder I got what I needed. Melanie Dewitt. The name didn’t sound familiar, I’d never heard the name in town before. I’m thinking that maybe for the best.
I knew how to find her now. I’ve been playing around on my computer enough to know you could find just about anything you wanted to right from the safety of your own home.
I got up and left the room without a word and instead of the registrar’s office headed for home and my computer. I made sure to keep my head down as I walked to my truck.
No one knew what I looked like for sure, and the place was far enough away from home that if anyone did remember seeing me they might not put two and two together but still, I wasn’t taking any chances.
By the time I made it back to my truck I already had a plan formed in my head. I had to get home and get things ready, but by hook or by crook T-Bone Riley is gonna make that little beauty the mother of his children yes sir.
4
T-Bone
It wasn’t hard at all finding what I needed. I just pulled up the school online, looked through some pictures of the student body, and became disappointed when she wasn’t there.
I wasn’t discouraged for long though. After grabbing some lunch which could be better, I put her name in one of them social media things and there she was. My heart felt the same as it did in that classroom.
I stared at her picture for a good long while and let that warm feeling envelop me again. Yep, I was sure I was on the right track. That feeling never set me wrong. Every time I’ve had this feeling something good had come of it. As far as I’m concerned, that’s all the proof I need that I am doing the right thing.
I settled down and prepared to learn all there was to know about the woman I had chosen to be the mother of my children. I didn’t let a little thing like conscience play any part in what I was planning. When a thing was right it was right no matter how you brought it about.
She was two months shy of nineteen, which as far as I was concerned was perfect. She couldn’t have done much living yet. Not like some of the things I’d seen go past my computer screen. What in the green hell had the world come to anyway?
It didn’t matter anyway, for what I had in mind she’d do just fine. The fact that every time I looked at her in one of the pictures she had online I wanted to jerk my cock, only solidified things for me. I’ll have to see about getting her some decent clothes though. The stuff she wears tend to look like whoever made them ran out of cloth.
I spent the rest of the day reading her social media pages until I got a good sense of what’s what. She wasn’t from around here, which was good. She had a mama back home in Toledo, but from what little I gathered she wasn’t much of a one so I put that worry out of my mind. The less people missing her when the time comes the better.
I was sure there would be a search at some point, but no one would think to come my way and that’s all I cared about for now. It wasn’t that hard to find out the particulars about where she lived in the little college town.
People ought not be so free with information like that. But it worked in my favor so what do I care? Still I’m gonna have to teach her about the dangers of broadcasting her business to the known world. Nothing good could come of that.
Next I set about getting the place ready for company. I didn’t really care that I was about to become everything people had whispered about me over the years. I know me living out here on my own looking like old Grizzly Adams, scaring everyone off; people tend to get notions about a feller like that. So what?
I wasn’t anything like they thought, but I wasn’t much interested in proving myself to them one way or the other so it was a moot point. Truth is I knew quite a lot about those civilized citizens in town and wouldn’t wish to be like nary a one of ‘em.
Who wasn’t sleeping with their neighbor’s sweetheart, was robbing their friends and so forth. No wonder daddy always warned me to steer clear. If the way they did things was the acceptable way, then no thank you. I’ll just do things the way that seem best to me and be the happier for it.