I Feel Lucky by cmsix

Chapter 51

With the inspection over it was time to get started moving mattresses so we'd have a place to sleep tonight. Jacob and his girls had already moved all theirs, so he came over to help us. It was more of a job than I'd thought because some of them were so big, and since a lot of them were on the first floor it took plenty of time.

After we brought a mattress, the women were waiting with duct tape to join the new arrival to those already in place. Still, they weren't really very heavy, I consoled myself by thinking of what our little bit of manual labor would allow.

Thankfully there were only four left in the other wing. This required coming down one set of stairs and then up to another to get them where they were needed. After we had them all delivered, Jacob's and my part was mostly watching and waiting.

The girls had been showering in shifts during all of this. Jacob and I were separated and washed as we got near the end. By the time Shelly, Shelia, Judith and Gail had me clean enough to suit them, the fake furs were spread and thirty or forty pillows were scattered around.

It took a little shuffling for everyone to find a spot, but I wasn't involved in any of that. They sent me to the middle and naked women started crawling in around me.

I noticed that they closed the door as soon as everyone was in. Betty told me later it was so they could adjust the thermostat to keep the room a little warmer. They were afraid we might end up pulling covers off each other in the night.

I didn't have any worries about that though, since there were several bodies near me, very near. I managed to get my dick into three of them before I went to sleep, and I even recognized one of them; Sherilyn was the one I drifted off on.

I had no idea who woke me up, fucking me shamelessly in the middle of the night, but she was energetic and very demonstrative after she finished us off.

She lay down on me, kissing around on my neck and pressing wonderful titties into my chest. She nibbled around on my ears a little and let her hands play in my hair.

"I hope you don't mind, Jimmy. It was standing up and I didn't want you to wake up too horny," she said, and I didn't even know her by her voice.

"Mind? I live to serve. Anytime I'm still and it's hard, feel free to climb on if you want to. I can't think of anything better than to wake up fucking and then be rocked back to sleep like this," I told her, wrapping my arms around her and giving her a hug.

"I hope you can sleep up there," I said, and drifted back off.

I could tell that the sun was up when Betty woke me; she was having a morning dick ride. I was in better shape to help this time and I gave her swinging titties and her nipples the business while she fucked us both. She worked harder than I did though and she was panting after she lay down on me.

"I guess that was the sugar before the medicine of getting up to start the day," I said.

"That's a good way to put it, but I think Shelly has one more thing you need to do before you get up and at 'em; make sure that you don't shower or wash your face," she said, laughing just a little.

"That's right Bubba, you need to lick my pussy good and make sure to smear my love juice all over your face. We want to make sure Jerrilyn and Gigi can smell what they're missing out on," Shelly said as she straddled my head.

What the hell, I loved to lick pussy and here it was, special delivery. I think I even gave Shelly more than she bargained for. After she finished using me she made me get up and find my way out of bed.

"Aren't you coming too? I asked, when she lay back down.

"No. Judith and Sherilyn are elected since you gave them such a good one last night. I have to finish my beauty sleep," she said.

They were waiting by the edge near the door and when I'd crawled to them I stood up.

"How did you like the new bed?" Judith asked.

"Even though my sleep was interrupted in the night, I think I feel better than I ever have in the morning," I said.

"Good, I heard what you told Laura last night after she abused you and I'm sure you'll never get to sleep the night through again," she said.

"I can think of worse punishments for my wicked ways, but I'm not giving you any ideas," I said.

"I'll bet you can, but come on and let me get you washed and dressed. Since we want to keep you smelling like pussy but don't want you getting offensive, Sherilyn and I will have to hand wash parts of you.

"Sharon said to send you down in jeans, a western shirt and your cowboy boots.

"One thing I don't understand is why you have all those boots that are the same except for being different sizes. I couldn't believe it yesterday when we were moving them over here to Shelly's and Shelia's room," Judith said.

"Only mother could think of something like it and even I realize it was eccentric. I was nine the last time we went to Texas to see Mr. Dunn. Mom thought he looked like he was getting close to the end of the line.

"She asked him if he could tell how my feet were going to grow and make up boots ahead of time to fit me so we wouldn't have to keep coming over there so often.

"I think he knew what she was really thinking. He told her not to worry about a thing and that he'd fix me up for as long as she wanted him too. I still remember him saying that I'd never have big feet and that he was sure they'd be nine and a half D when they stopped growing.

"He even told her that he always made my boots a little larger than the measurements he took, because he knew how much I'd grow before he finished them," I said.

"You mean you didn't buy these at a store? Someone actually made them by hand?" she asked.

"Judith, look at the front of the tops. What store do you know that would have boots with the initials JB sewn into them just laying around?"

"Oh, I didn't think of that," she said.

"Well my initials aren't the best part. These boots fit better than anything I own and they feel better too. I'm glad Mom thought to get them all made up. I don't wear them much unless it feels like I'm about to outgrow a pair. Luckily she had him make twenty-five pairs size nine and a half. I'm set for years," I said.

"You mean the guy really did die?" Judith asked.

"Oh yeh, Charlie is gone now, but he's damned sure not forgotten. I'll bet I'm the only guy alive that still has plenty of new Charlie Dunn boots," I said.

"You act like he was somebody famous?" she said.

"He was probably the best known bootmaker ever. He even has a song written about him, by Jerry Jeff Walker no less."

"Who is Jerry Jeff Walker?" she asked, and looked at me funny.

"Judith, dear, I can tell that your education, as wonderful as it must be, has been spotty," I said, and wouldn't tell her anything else about Charlie.

She pouted a little and then made sure I was dressed to suit her. I wondered if Mom was going to give me a chance to kick some smart alec in the ass today, since she specifically had me wear my boots.

When I got down to the kitchen some breakfast was already set out for me and Mom was eating hers. Kamakeata poured me a cup of coffee when I sat down.

"What's up today Mom. You had me wear my boots so am I going to get to kick someone in the ass, like Betty did for Art?"

"No, I just dreamed about Charlie last night so I had you wear them. Besides, a little bird told me something, and your getup for today is for a reason.

"Where's your hat?" she asked.

"I tried it on, but I've outgrown it."

"I guess I'd better call Manny this morning. At least it's easy to measure you for a new hat," Mom said, looking into a drawer and coming out with a cloth type tape measure.

She measured around my head and wrote what she came up with onto a notepad she has handy.

"You're going riding this morning. I've already called Jake and he knows you're coming," she said, after putting up the tape measure and the notepad.

I knew better than to ask her why my hats were custom made in Texas. I'd already made that mistake once. She has asked me why in the world anyone would have a cowboy hat made anywhere except in Texas. She was back on track with a trip for me to Jake's.

Jake was the guy that kept our horses on his place. He had about five hundred acres and there was plenty of room for riding out there, since it was in the sticks

He'd been the one to teach me how to ride and rope, as if I needed to know how to rope, and he'd also taught me how to keep myself seated on a real cutting horse while it worked.

I want to tell you that it takes a lot of trips to the ground before you learn that on a cutting horse you do hold on to the saddle horn; if you don't, the best you can hope for is to land on your ass, because you will be coming off while it is handling cattle.

I didn't mind all the riding lessons, hell they were fun and I really liked having my own horse. He was a sorrel, of course, since mother decided on the one.

I still remember riding over to East Texas with Jake to pick him up from the small town doctor that raised him.

Jake started bitching about his head, of all things, as soon as we got him loaded and left with him. He was still going on about it, hours later, when we got back to his place. He made the mistake of letting Mom hear him.

"Jimmy won't be riding his head, Jake, and it isn't too big anyway. It just isn't pretty enough to show him at halter. I bought him so Jimmy could ride him, not walk and lead him into a show ring.

"Besides, if there's a stallion in Georgia that can put that sorrel on his foals I haven't heard of him and I've looked, a lot. Do you know where I can get one with a better head and color this good?" Mom asked him, and she wasn't being her normal polite self. In fact she was often a little short with Jake.

"No, Sharon, I don't know where you can get a sorrel coat this pretty, and you know it. You've sent me off looking enough," Jake said.

"Well I've talked to over forty people that have horses out of One Bob Won and every one of them say the horses want to do what you want them too. If you want to find Shelly and Shelia a matching pair of bays, go ahead, and feel free to pick out the prettiest heads you can find, but this is Jimmy's horse."

"Do you want me to get the vet to take care of this one? He hasn't been cut yet," Jake said.

"Did you forget who you're talking to? Don't you recognize me?" Mom asked.

"Yes I recognize you."

"What is it then, do you just like to hear me say no? What is it with you cowboys, are you too lazy to train a stallion? I didn't think you were like that.

"You go ahead and call the vet to cut him if you've go the nerve, just make sure you let him cut you first for practice," Mom said, and I thought she was really pissed.

"It's just safer to cut them. If you don't intend to breed any mares with him you might as well," Jake said.

"Who told you I didn't intend to let him breed a few mares? Have you taken up mind reading to supplement your income in your old age?

"If a male doesn't have balls, all he wants to do is lay around and eat. Can you train a stallion or not?"

"Of course I can train him," Jack said, sounding a little indignant.

"Then train him and quit bitching," Mom said, and we left.

She told me later that she had to talk to Jake that way because he'd think she was 'just a woman' if she didn't.

"All horse trainers would rather train geldings because it's easier and it really is safer. On the other hand, it would be a lot safer to let you stay home and not bother with a horse at all. None of them would dare mention that.

"Jake's just worried because he'll have to train you too and he knows if he doesn't do a good job he's the one that will end up with a ballectomy," Mom said, and laughed.

That had been years ago but I still remembered all of it. She'd been right too, Jake did his best to teach me how to sit a horse and handle one.

I wondered what was up with Mom about me riding today though. I didn't mind it but I had a lot of other things I could be doing and it took more than hour to drive to Jake's place, so that was nearly three hours wasted for travel time.

When we'd finished eating, Mom told me to just keep my seat and have some more coffee if I wanted it.

"Jerrilyn is going to fly you out to Jake's to ride and then fly you back. It turns out that she likes horses a lot but she's never ridden much. I told her you might give her a few pointers," Mom said.

Now I knew why the riding was on for today. I could live with this, and if it didn't get me any closer to Jerrilyn I could live with that too. I had time on my side.

When Jerrilyn came in from out back she asked me if I was ready to go. I said I was and we left. We had to stop at her other place and fuel up but we were still at Jake's within thirty minutes.

Mom had told him to expect us and what we'd be arriving in. When we got there it was easy to see the place he'd marked out for us to land. Jerrilyn put down fairly close to the barn my horse was in and I was surprised that it didn't cause much commotion. Of course most of the horses were inside the barns, in stalls.

Jerrilyn didn't know as much about horses as I did about helicopters and she told me that from the start, which made things much easier. I caught Shelly's bay for her, since I knew it was the calmer of the two and that was saying something.

I saddled it for her and explained everything I did. After I was done we led Shelly, yes my sisters named their horses after themselves, out of the barn and into a small training pen. I had Jerrilyn mount and then I adjusted the stirrups for her.

After leading Shelly around the pen a few times with Jerrilyn on her back, I let her solo. She caught on quickly and after a few pointers about keeping some of her weight on her toes and gripping with her thighs I left her at it while I saddled Swinger.

When the tack was on him, I left him in his stall and went out to have Jerrilyn dismount and tie Shelly to the fence.

"Aren't we going to ride some?" she asked.

"Yes, but I need to come to an understanding with Swinger before we go any further?" I said.

"An understanding with Swinger, who is Swinger?"

"Swinger is my horse."

"What kind of understanding do you need between you and your horse?" she asked.

"Swinger is a stallion and Shelly is a mare. She isn't in heat, but he will want to check for himself. I need for him to understand that we will be riding today and not fucking," I said, and I think I kept a straight face.

I can't describe the look Jerrilyn gave me but it was funny. I don't think she believed me but she stood aside when I asked her to.

Of course Swinger showed his ass and ran out his dick as soon as I led him into the pen. He knew damned well that I hadn't saddled him up to let him breed something, but he always shot his dick out first and asked questions later.

I led him over near Shelly and she kicked at him halfheartedly when he sniffed around her ass and squealed. I was hoping he'd decide that today was a no go on his own but he didn't, so I eased up beside him and kicked up under him letting my shin hit him underneath, just behind his ribs. Since it caused him to lose his breath for a second, he lost interest in Shelly for a while.

"Why did you kick him like that?" Jerrilyn asked.

"It's the best way to get his attention without really hurting him. If you hit or slap them around the head they'll think you're playing and sooner or later they'll start nipping at you with their teeth.

"I know people don't normally think of horses as being able to do damage with their bite but they can. After all, they can rip off mouthful of grass without really straining. They can also bite a big hunk of flesh out of a puny human if they want to.

"Oh, I didn't know they were so dangerous?" she said.

"They aren't, but they are a lot bigger than we are and you have to pay attention around them. They probably wouldn't be trying to do real damage, but they can hurt you by accident and you'd be just as hurt. Shelly isn't as bothersome as Swinger," I said.

I had her mount again and I did too. As we rode out of the pen I just had to show off by opening and closing the gate without dismounting. We spent about an hour riding around Jake's place. When I mentioned that it was probably time to go, Jerrilyn asked about leaving so quickly.

"You'll thank me for it tomorrow. It isn't far out here, especially with you flying us, so we can come back as often as you want to. You're already going to be sore tomorrow if you rode like I told you to. I watched and I think you did.

"It's best not to get too much riding too quickly. We'll make sure to let you take it in small doses at first. Saddle sore isn't just a phrase they made up for movie westerns," I said.

I don't think she believed me but we put the horses away and left anyhow. She had planes and such to buy and the airport man to see and I had a few things I needed to get to myself.

Chuck Bostrom was the guy that came out to see about putting in the airstrip. I don't know why I hadn't thought about whether he was controlled or not as soon as Dad mentioned him, but I hadn't. He was in the study talking to Mom when I got back so I went in.

Sherilyn was in there too and it was plain to see why she was. Chuck Bostrom was tranced as deep as a guy could get, I guess. He was answering all Sherylyn's questions and wasn't giving her one bit of backtalk.

"Discontinue all input, Chuck. How do you like your new follower, Jimmy?" Sherilyn asked.

"Not a new model but I guess he'll do for a while. How did you find out about him?" I asked.

"I figured they had someone of their own for this little job so I beat it for the closet when your Mom answered the door. They barely had the study's door closed when he tried the old keyphrase on her. Our bluff worked to perfection, but when I used the phrase on him it worked as expected.

"It's a good thing for Mr. Bostrom here that it did. If it hadn't he was about to die, caught in the act of trying to rape your poor defenseless mother," Sherilyn said, pointing her Glock at good old Chuck.

I just listened as Sherilyn resumed her interrogation. When she got around to having him list names I wondered how in the hell she thought she was going to remember all that. Finally I had to ask her.

"We're using your Dad's recorder. I'm not even trying to remember any of it," she said, smiling at me and starting back up.

Some of the things he said started to make me think less of him so I left the study. I saw Bill in the kitchen; he was getting a refill for his coffee.

"Good morning boss," he said, when he saw me.

"Good morning to you too, soon to be father-in-law."

"Have you knocked my daughter up already?" he asked, and I knew he was starting in with the jokes.

"Naw, we doing it in her other hole until she gets on the pill. We're gonna get married though, someday," I said, and I know I kept a straight face.

I was the only one that did though. Bill's mouth dropped open as his eyes went wide, then Kamakeata and Tolishanea laughed so loud and so long that mother came out of the study to see what was going on.

"Bill and I were having our morning smart ass joust and I think I won this round," I told her.

She looked at Bill, who still looked a little sheepish and then left laughing herself.

"Relax Bill, I was just yanking your twine," I said.

"I wasn't really upset, Jimmy, that was just so unexpected."

"Yeh, but wait until I tell Kathy and Sherry about it, you'll never live it down."

I got a mug of coffee myself and Bill asked me what his marching orders were for the day.

"How did Mr. Carpenter take your resignation?" I asked.

"Oh, he pissed and moaned a little at first. I hope you don't mind, but I may have hinted that any unpleasantness could have you shopping for Vipers and Dodge Rams," he said, and laughed.

"I only wish I'd seen it."

"Are you ready to take a shake down cruise in the new practice truck?" he asked.

"Do they have it and the trailer ready?"

"It better be ready, I drove it over this morning."

We wandered outside and to the truck. It was parked at the curb since the construction guys were hammering in stakes and nailing forms together. That gave me a broadside view of it as soon as we walked out the front door. It was red.

"Hang on a second, Bill, let me get Mom to take a look," I said, then I went back inside to find her.

She was still in the study, watching and listening to Sherilyn as she grilled Chuck. Sherilyn could tell I wanted to say something so she had Chuck cut off his input again and waited.

"Mom, Bill brought the new truck and trailer out this morning and I think you should come take a look at it," I said.

"Good. I'm not doing anything useful here anyway and I think Chucky has already been over the good parts. Let's go," she said, blowing a kiss to Sherilyn as we left.

Mom was happy with the truck.

"The red is perfect and there's so much of it. It's wonderful. What's that big bump on the front of the trailer?" she asked.

"I know, I know teacher, let me tell it," I said, jumping up and down and holding up my hand like a first grader when he thinks he has the right answer.

"That's enough, Jimmy. What is it?" Mom said.

"It's the reefer. It makes the whole trailer like a refrigerator if you need it, or a freezer. It can even heat it up if you need it to keep the cargo from freezing in cold weather," I said.

"Oh, that's good then. If we set up to butcher our cattle here we can put them in that trailer to take them away," Mom said, and it was something that I desperately hoped never happened.

"Or," Bill said, "you can go after your very own load of 'Dove Bar' ice cream treats."

"You're right, Bill. I love Dove Bars. After Jacob's permanent truck gets here we can save this one for things like that. I'll have them build a big garage for it out back somewhere," Mom said, deftly getting rid of the odd man out truck I'd been worrying about.

"That's a great idea Mom," I said.

"Are we ready for a ride, Bill. I need a little something to entertain me today?" Mom said.

"Sure, anytime. There is a little something I need to talk to you and Jimmy about though," Bill said, looking strangely serious.

"Go ahead," Mom said.

"It's about the check you gave me yesterday. There must be a mistake, it's too much," he said, clearly uncomfortable.

"It was supposed to be for five hundred thousand, Francis didn't make it five million did she? Well, no matter, we'll just pay you ten years in advance," Mom said, as if it were nothing.

Bill and I were both shocked by that statement. I recovered before Bill did, but I didn't think I had a dog in this fight, and besides, I already knew who was going to get her way.

"No, it was five hundred thousand, but that's still too much," Bill said.

"No it isn't," Mom said, and that was pretty much it.

Bill looked like he wanted to go on about it but somehow a bolt of rationality hit him and he closed his mouth.

"By the way, is Sherry making any progress with her packing?" Mom asked, and Bill was flummoxed again.

"Never mind, I'll call her after our ride. Jimmy, you'd better go get Karita, Katrine, Klara, Jennifer and Kate. I'm sure they'll want a ride since none of them have had one yet. In fact, I'll go with you to make sure you don't get distracted. Do you need more coffee, Bill?"

Bill didn't say whether he did or didn't, but he went into the house with us. Mom and I went up toward my bedroom. We found Jennifer and Kate, they were reading over something about shooting that Al had given them and waiting for their trip to the range. We collected them and had to go back downstairs to find Karita, Katrine, and Klara.

They were watching the goings on in preparation for the giant hot tub. The partition wall was already gone and the workers were trying to put nails through treated two by sixes and into the concrete slab. I learned later that they were putting down toe plates.

Apparently things weren't going as planned. The guy with the odd looking tool that had just made a noise like a gunshot was cursing and looking at a fairly large broken nail.

"I won't say it, I won't. Yes I will, I told you that you'd never be able to shoot that size nail into this concrete that has cured for years. Now, go get the drills and the concrete bits and get started on holes for the anchors," Karita said, and she wasn't asking.

The commotion had taken my attention away from the first thing I'd noticed. The wall they were getting started on looked like it was going to be four feet thick. I decided to ask about that later.

"Karita, I'd like for Klara, Katrine, and you to come take a little ride with us. Do you have time?" I asked her.

"Of course we do. Now that the workers have found out that the concrete really is harder than their heads Joni can keep this moving, I'm sure."

I couldn't hold it any longer so after we got out into the hall, I asked.

"Why does that wall look like it's going to be so thick?"

"Because it is going to be. Actually thick isn't really the right word. The wall won't be solid. We decided to make it wider than normal to help stabilize the weight it will be supporting. It didn't have to be that large, but since the bedrooms are so large, taking two feet off the size of each of them wasn't a big consideration," Karita said, explaining.

"Now that I think about it, how will we get the tub inside the bathroom? Will we have to cut a hole in the outside wall for that?"

"No, the tub will come in barrels. They'll mix the acrylic and pour it into a mold right in place. They'll be doing the permanent cabinet top the same way. Those that are in place now are just temporary," she told us.

"I'm glad that you're taking care of it for us. I don't really need to know about how it gets done, I'm just thrilled that you can get it done. I'd have never thought of it on my own," Mom said.

"I think we'll all be pleased when it's ready," Karita said.

Karita and all the other girls were surprised when they saw what we were going to ride in. They asked if there were enough seats and Mom told them they could sit on the bed.

"It has a bed in it?" Klara asked.

"Of course dear, that's where the driver sleeps when he is going across country, although now that you mention it, this one doesn't have the same size sleeper as the other one did," Mom said.

"We took this one to use until Jacob's real ride gets here, Mom. It's being custom built like mine was," I said, hoping it would fly.

"That's right, I don't know what I was thinking. Mr. Baugus told me that when I called him. In fact he's the one that suggested using this truck temporarily. He said that he could sell it for us when the other one came in. I had to explain that we didn't sell things; we bought things. He seemed happy enough about that," Mom said, giving us a grin.

"I'm sure he was. He'll probably be happy if you'll keep Karen after she takes over the maid duties for Jimmy's big sleeper," Bill said, no doubt thinking that he would get something started.

"Of course we'll keep her. I liked Karen and it was unfortunate that she and Sharon McKelvy started scheming together against Jimmy. I'm sure he's planning on giving both of them a good spanking later," Mom said, as if it were an everyday thing.

Come to think about it, Mom had been doing a lot of spanking talking lately. Maybe she didn't want to be the only one that got one. As I remembered her reaction during and after it, I didn't intend for her to be the only one either.

It wasn't like I was going to actually punish them, but warming up their behinds wouldn't hurt a thing. Especially after they'd had their treatments. Definitely, Karen and Sharon had a spanking coming.

Just a little note to say I realize I stretched Charlie Dunn's life a little to get him in here. I only met him once, but he was a wonderful person and one hell of a boot maker. Buck, on the other hand, I could take or leave.