I Feel Lucky by cmsix

Chapter 36

Bill did just that. As we got to the house he commented that the curbs looked low and he asked how firm I thought the yard was.

"Firm enough I guess, Shelia and Shelly used it to do donuts when they took my Vette home from the dealership," I said.

"It doesn't look like it, everything looks perfect to me. Maybe pulling up on it isn't such a good idea."

"It looks perfect because Mom called the landscaper after their little stunt and had it fixed. It looked perfect again six hours after they tore hell out of it," I told him.

"What will your Mom say about me tearing it up again?" he asked.

"She's going to call the landscapers again and then think it's all great fun. With a truck this red we can do no wrong in Mom's eyes, believe me. Just pull right up to the front door if you can," I said.

He could and he did. Kamakeata and Tolishanea must have told everyone in the house that we were bringing a surprise, because the front door swung inward as we got near. Shelly and Shelia were just about to step out after Bill got it stopped. He laid down on the train horns and when he quit we could hear women screaming from inside.

After a few seconds they came pouring through the door and surrounded me when I got out.

"Jimmy, what have you bought now?" Shelly and Shelia asked together.

"It's pretty easy to tell what it is."

"But why?" Judith asked.

"I'll explain it tonight, I'm hungry now and I'm sure that you'll all want to see inside it after we eat," I said, putting off the tour I knew they'd have to have.

Mom walked up to me then and wrapped her arms around me. I guess it was because Bill was there that she only kissed me on the cheek.

"Oh, Jimmy, I see you got a red one just for me. You're so thoughtful," she said, as I looked at Bill and grinned.

I'd been expecting sandwiches for lunch and no doubt Bill had too. Wrong. We had thick New York strips with baked potatoes, Ranch Style Beans and Heineken. Bill looked like he'd died and gone to heaven and I'll admit that it was good.

"Jimmy, isn't that a cattle trailer? Won't we need to buy some more land to raise cattle?" Mom asked, after we'd finished eating.

"The trailer was kind of an after thought. I bought the truck so that I could get a tanker to keep fuel for the airplanes and helicopters. We ran into a deal with this tractor, similar to the one we got on the first pickup. It had been intended to pull that "bull rack" as Mr. Baugus called it.

"He didn't have a tank on hand; I bought the bull rack so we wouldn't have to drive the tractor around without a trailer," I said, explaining.

"That was good thinking, I always feel sorry for the trucks when I see them driving around without a trailer. It makes them look like their bare butts are hanging out and they seem like they're lost to me. But now that you have a cattle trailer, I think we should get some cattle. A few hundred of those red ones, with the white faces would be nice."

"I guess we could get a few, but I don't think we have enough land for many. We practically live in a subdivision," I said, not really excited about having a bunch of cows wandering around.

"I know very well where we live, Jimmy. It certainly isn't a subdivision, no matter what your Dad and the others out here try to say. No subdivision has roads this good and I'm sure that there aren't any anywhere that will let you put an air strip in your back yard," she said, and I was beginning to get the idea that the cows were on their way already.

I might be calling the shots with Mom now, since I'd learned my little trick, but I could tell she wanted some cows around and I knew that things would go a lot more smoothly if she got some.

"Both of our closest neighbors have hinted that they are going to sell their places and move into the city, and the Jacksons have over two hundred acres behind their house. I think I'll just call Francis and tell her to buy both of them out. Besides, your Dad had to buy a lot of land for the airstrip and you only need a little of it, right down the middle, for the runway," she said, and she headed for Dad's study.

The rest of us went back out to the truck and all the girls wanted to get into it at the same time. With the big sleeper, that I hadn't even glanced into yet, they were able to. They were back there jabbering to each other while Bill and I sat in our seats. Then Bill started the big V8 Cat back up.

"Hold on ladies, it might be a little bumpy until I get back out onto the street," he said, turning his head and speaking to the curtain.

I was amazed at his skill as he backed out over the curb and ended up heading down the street with seemingly no effort. When he asked, I told him there was a big place to turn around in the direction he was heading, and we were off.

Of course there were no windows in the sleeper and in a few seconds five heads poked through the curtain to see where we were going.

"I thought I'd take everyone for a ride," Bill said.

"You'd better go back and get Mom then. She isn't going to want to miss this," Shelia told him.

I should have thought of that myself, but I hadn't. Bill found another place to turn around and headed back to the house. He pulled right back up to the door, in mostly the same tracks he'd already made and we'd only been waiting a few minutes when Mom came out.

I got down to help her up and then followed her back inside. Mom went into the sleeper at first, but when Bill announced again that it might be bumpy, she came up front to sit in my lap, telling Bill and I that there was a big enough crowd back there already.

Soon we were out in the street, then turned around and headed out again. Bill took us to I-20 and he went west on the "big road" as he called it.

I hadn't really paid any attention to the gear shifting that Bill seemed to be doing a lot of until we were accelerating up the ramp. I was astonished to see him let go of the steering wheel with both hands and grab a gearshift in each at one point. He moved them both and then took hold of the wheel again. He made four more shifts with one of the sticks and then did it again.

"I'll never learn to do that Bill?" I said, after he did it the second time.

"It isn't as hard as it looks and it's the fun part of a five and four. You don't have to do it that way, but it works out better if you learn to. I love it myself," he said.

"I guess," I said, not convinced.

"Don't worry about it. If you don't like it you can always get a different transmission for the truck, but I want you to try and learn to deal with this one," he said.

"I'll try," I said.

"Enough of this technical talk; how fast will this thing go?" Mom asked.

"We're already doing seventy and I have gears left. I'd guess it will do a hundred and ten with no trouble, and it hasn't even been diddled with yet," Bill said.

I was shocked, first that we were already doing seventy and second that Bill said it would go so much faster. I was afraid to ask him to do it, but Mom wasn't.

"Well, kick it in the ass and lets see how fast it'll go. I don't get to have this much fun very often. Don't worry about the police, if they get annoyed we'll have Jimmy's Dad settle them back down," Mom said.

Bill just grinned, fiddled with the gear shifters again and then mashed on it. The big Cat roared and took off.

"We don't have a CB radio yet, so I can't check for speed cops ahead. I don't need a commercial license anymore anyway," he said, as he shifted again, with only one hand this time.

Bill eased back a little on the fuel and told us we were at a hundred and ten miles an hour now. I could hardly believe it but the wind did seem to be raising a ruckus. I could tell Mom was excited by all this since her ass was squirming all around over my dick.

Bill had flicked some type of switch on the dash when he backed off the pedal. I wondered what it was but didn't ask.

"Well shit," he said, and let his foot completely off.

Mom and I both jerked when the terrible howling came from the stacks and all the girls in the back screamed. Bill laughed in spite of himself and told us it was only the Jake brake. I didn't know what in the hell that was, but his tone made it seem unimportant right now.

"That truck up ahead hit his brakes for just a second. I'm afraid there's a cop up there," he told us.

We'd slowed way down, fast, but I didn't know if we'd done it in time. It turned out that we hadn't. We saw a police car from the oncoming lanes cut across the median and Bill went ahead and pulled over onto the shoulder. When Bill opened his door, Mom told me that we were getting out too.

We were waiting beside the driver's door when the policeman got out and came to us. Mom didn't even let him get in a word as she started telling him what we'd been doing.

He didn't seem impressed at all and he told her that no matter the circumstances, he'd clocked us going ninety-five, and that was not legal. Then he opened his little aluminum ticket clipboard and pulled out a pen.

"Save yourself the trouble," Mom said, "call that number," she told him and handed him what looked like a business card she'd taken from her purse.

I'm betting that if it had been a younger cop he'd have gotten all huffy and started trying to give us the business. This one was experienced, nearing forty probably, and he didn't seem put out in the least. I could also tell that he recognized something on the card Mom had given him.

"Maybe we should discuss this some more, would you mind..."

Just then the girls got up their nerve and started descending from the cab. The officer was surprised again and it got worse as they kept coming out.

"Would you mind driving on westward, to the weight station, where we can talk about this?" the officer finally got out.

"No problem," said Bill, "I'd like to check the empty weight anyway."

We all got back in the truck, Mom in my lap again, and Bill pulled back onto the road. Mom didn't waste any time pulling out her cell phone to call Dad. At first everything sounded normal, then she asked where he was.

"Good, that's perfect timing. You need to make a small detour and it shouldn't take long. Head west on I-20 and go ahead and land at the weight station. The commissioner should know where it is and if he doesn't it's probably easy to spot from the air.

"I'm sure you'll see us on your way. We're in the redest diesel truck I've ever seen and Jimmy says it's pulling a bull rack, do you know what that means? I didn't either but it's one of those trailers they haul cattle around in," Mom told him, and then they said their goodbyes.

"We're in luck," Mom said, "your father was in a helicopter with the governor and the commissioner of GDOT. They're going to meet us at the weight station. Jack didn't know what a bull rack was either, but the commissioner said that he did."

Bill laughed for a second and then said something about friends in high places.

"The governor and the commissioner should be happy to settle this for us, after all, if it weren't for Jack, they probably wouldn't be the governor and the commissioner," Mom said.

Sure enough, I saw a helicopter pass overhead a few minutes later, it slowed down and descended, flying along beside us for about half a mile, then it rose again and sped off.

When we got to the weight station, its sign said that it was closed but bill took the ramp anyway and he pulled right up onto the scale, popping the brake buttons after he stopped. We all piled out right away this time. We'd seen that the helicopter had already landed.

Dad, the governor and the commissioner of the Georgia Department of Transportation were waiting to greet us. They led us all inside and the governor showed us the coffee pot. He introduced all the officers to us while we were getting coffee and he told Bill that the little difficulty had already been cleared up.

"Are you going to be instructing young Jimmy often?" the governor asked Bill.

"As often as I can, I can hardly trust his education to just any old truck driver," Bill said, and I'll swear he almost smirked.

"Excellent, excellent. Jack has told me how you've been helping Jimmy and I'll make sure that we give you all the support you need with this. Officer Jergenson is making arrangements to get you one of our radios and he'll get with you later about getting it installed and about training you, Jimmy and Jacob on the proper use," the governor told Bill.

I don't mind admitting that I was wondering just how much pull Dad had by now, and it was plain that Bill was too. At any rate, it didn't seem like we'd be having any more unfriendly contact with the Georgia State police. The governor and the commissioner were in a small huddle with the officers now and Dad came over to talk to us.

"They're explaining to the officers exactly how much I contribute to the widows and orphans fund right now, and I'd bet they're telling them how I was instrumental in getting their last raise passed. I had the idea that they were very glad that they happened upon you today," Dad said, laughing.

"I guess they're going to be even happier when that limo driver brings in whatever you ordered for them," Mom said, and pointed to the limo that was parking near the door.

"Oh yes, it's always helpful to provide the donuts when you're dealing with the police," Dad said, and he laughed when Bill did.

Sure enough, three uniformed limo drivers got out and started bringing in boxes and boxes of donuts. One of them was wrestling with a giant coffee service too. I was looking at the police officers and they broke into wide smiles when they noticed.

The governor, the commissioner and Dad made their excuses and left the little gathering after a few more minutes. Officer Jergenson came over, telling us that he was the commander of this weight station and then saying they all felt honored that we'd taken the time to come for a visit. None of us mentioned that we'd been sent here by the patrolman.

Jergenson went in and personally weighed the truck, giving Bill a print out of the weight on each axle. We spent about twenty more minutes meeting and talking to all of them and then we loaded up again and headed out. We turned around at the next exit and went back to the house.

"I'll have to say that's the best I've ever been treated at a weight station," Bill said as we came to our exit.

"Well they seemed nice, I don't guess the governor gets out there to talk with them very often," Mom said, then Bill laughed and said she was probably right.

"Hey, where's Jacob?" I asked, realizing that though Holly and Jenny were both with us, Jacob wasn't.

"Scotty called him about his Glock an hour or so after you left this morning. He left for the gun club and said he might not be back until after lunch," Holly told us.

He had just pulled into the driveway and gotten out of his Mustang when we showed up. He watched as Bill drove up onto the lawn again. Bill let him hear the train horns when we stopped, for luck I guess. When I asked, Bill said he'd be glad to get Jacob started today too.

I got out with everyone else, the girls and Mom said they'd had enough big truck ride for now, so I asked Jacob if he was ready for his first lesson before he could even ask any questions. He grinned and said sure. I decided that it would be better if he got to start out alone with Bill like I had and Bill agreed that it would be best.

They both got in the truck and Bill backed out of the yard again. I went into the house and Mom gave me a big kiss as soon as the door was closed.

"You are just wonderful, Jimmy. You find the nicest toys for us and today was great. Scott is going to start on the addition tomorrow and I think I'll have him make a driveway for the new truck right in the path Bill took to the front door. We don't need no stinkin limo, nobody else has a big truck like that to ride around in," Mom said.

"I'll say, I've never even been close to one before and I can't believe how nice it was back in the bedroom," Gail said.

"How did they get the trailer so shiny?" Judith asked.

"Apparently they polished it all, that's what Mr. Baugus told us anyway."

"Wait a minute, did you buy that truck from Karen's Dad?" Shelly and Shelia asked together.

"Sure did, he told me that he'd throw Karen in as a housekeeper for the sleeper," I said, reviving the joke.

"I's sho' glad," Kamakeata said in her slave voice, "You bout workin me and Tolishanea to death roun here already."

"Then I guess we should take it easy out in the hot tub for a couple of hours. I'll even bring the wine so that I don't tire you two out before you can relax," I said.

"You see, Jimmy, you do have the best ideas for fun," Mom said, wiggling out of her jeans where she stood.

When we were all in the hot tub with a glass of wine, Shelia asked me if I was going to give Karen an attitude adjustment now.

"Of course, Sharon too if I can get another date with her, and I'm betting it won't be any trouble after she hears that I took Karen out again. It may be mean of me, but I'm going to enjoy putting the shoe on the other foot," I said.

This made all the ones that weren't in the know about Karen and Sharon start in with a few hundred questions. I let those that were in the know do the talking. I concentrated on playing with the titties and asses of those that weren't busy with explanations.

When my dick was good and hard, Jenny asked me to sit on the edge so that she could make a start on my reward for teaching Jacob my secret.

"You don't owe me a reward, Jenny, none of you do," I said.

"Yes we do, Jacob told us to, and besides, I want to. You just don't know how happy you've made the four of us," she said.

Who was I to argue? I moved up to sit on the edge and let her swallow my dick and in seconds she made me glad that I had. Holly even helped her out by kissing me and then putting her two big titties within sucking distance.