I Feel Lucky by cmsix

Chapter 57

Laura, Ruth, and Melissa helped me get to sleep, oh, how they helped. I was sound asleep seconds after I finished in Laura, secure in the knowledge that no matter how wild the central air got I would be warm with her sleeping on top of me.

I wasn't perturbed in the least when I woke to discover that Gail, Judith, and Kathleen had rooted them out and taken up where they'd left off. After those three had used me thoroughly I went back to sleep and didn't wake until Jacky had my dick all the way down her throat and was swallowing around the head.

Of course the sun was sneaking up over the horizon by then.

I disengaged Jacky's suction and pulled her up on top of me. She placed me and then engulfed me so I whispered in her ear.

"Fuck me, Jacky," I said, and then lay there while she did.

"Are you anxious to try your new toy this fine Wednesday morning?" I asked, after I had my breath back under control.

"I am, but that isn't why I woke you. Your mother asked me to make sure you were up at sunrise. We were talking and I mentioned that I can wake anytime I want to by making a mental note of it before I go to sleep," she said.

"What's on the program this morning that warrants this early start?"

"She told me you'd probably ask and she said to tell you it wouldn't hurt a thing to start getting up at first light," Jacky said, giggling softly.

"She sure knows how to make it worth my while. What a wonderful alarm clock you're going to be. You make me glad it's morning," I said.

"God, you're a sneaky little charmer when you want to be. Come on, lets go get wet," she said, rising and giving me some beautiful buns to follow.

There's nothing like a naked woman washing you to make you appreciate a shower. Even if I only had one with me this morning I still enjoyed myself. Jacky made sure of that, only she left me with a hardon.

"Sharon didn't tell me what to put on you this morning but I'm pretty sure you need to dress truck driverish again. We have to go unload the track-hoe and then unload the helicopter," she said.

That was fine with me, since I wasn't too excited about staying around the house with all this crap going on. I was glad the work was getting done and excited about having our own little airport and helipad but that didn't mean I wanted to help do it. Unloading the helicopter sounded like a good plan to me.

Breakfast was hot and waiting when Jacky and I got to the kitchen. Mom was already eating and my favorite cooks had food for Jacky and I piled up and waiting.

I kissed them all good morning, sat down, and started shoveling it in.

"What are your plans for this morning, Jimmy?" Mom asked me.

"I live to serve. What did you have in mind for me?" I asked, between bites.

"I think you should spend a little more time at Tom Doolin's place. I'm sure he'll appreciate the business and it's a shame that you and Pete got off on the wrong foot yesterday," Mom said.

I knew it; I knew it yesterday when she cut off the discussion mid sentence. Something was up with the Glenda and Pete Johnson thing and mother intended to get involved somehow. I just didn't know how.

"I guess it was a little uncomfortable at that. Now, why don't you tell me exactly what my mommy has in mind, so I'll be sure to do it right," I said.

"Actually, I was thinking how nice it would be to watch your cute little ass pumping up and back between Glenda's legs. Pete is an asshole and a fairly stupid one at that.

"He had a full ride scholarship at Georgia Tech for football and the fucking fool got caught stealing equipment from the athletic department before he got to play one game.

"I'm very surprised that Tom let Glenda marry him after that and I don't see any reason to let it continue. You go and buy something expensive, anything you see that catches your eye. When it comes time for the check, ask Tom to send Petey boy out here for it," Mom said, and then gave me that wicked grin again.

I knew what that meant. Petey boy was going to be stepping and fetching to mother's tune in no time flat. It was a little annoying that mother had schemed this up without even asking me, but what the hell, if anybody could benefit from a little training, Pete Johnson was the one.

"That sounds good mother, but do you know whether Glenda has gone to seed since high school. Many a beautiful young girl loses the bloom after graduation," I said.

"I didn't know until I did some calling around last night. Glenda is even prettier now than she was in school. She's only twenty-three you know. I'm sure you can force yourself if you have to," Mom said, laughing at me now.

What's a young boy to do if he can't obey his mother? I asked for a coffee refill and intended to wait for Bill.

"Jacky, you're a good shot already aren't you?" Mom asked, out of the blue to my way of thinking.

"Yes, Mom. I'm an expert with any type of firearm," Jacky said, smiling at mother.

"Did Jerrilyn and Gigi warn you?" Mom asked.

"About calling you Ma'am. I knew better than that just by looking. They didn't mention it," Jacky said, grinning.

"I have a feeling you and I are going to get along well," Mom said, grinning back.

"And yes, I'm carrying. I wasn't yesterday but Pete made my mind up for me," Jacky said.

"Carrying, what does that mean," I asked, not following.

Jacky made another of those moves that seemed insignificant and there was a Glock in her hand all of a sudden. I'd been watching and I still barely believed it. She'd had it down by her boot somehow.

I guess she had started carrying it since yesterday. I know it wasn't on her when we got acquainted in Mom's bedroom. Taking a second to go back over what she'd just said made me wonder if I wasn't a little slow. Of course she hadn't had it yesterday, she'd just said she hadn't.

Even Mom was impressed with the Glock's fast retrieval and she leaned over and kissed Jacky on the lips.

"Yes, we're going to be close," Mom said.

Bill wandered in about then and after Tolishanea filled his coffee mug he sat down at the counter with us. A plate appeared in front of him not a minute later, with two fried eggs, bacon and biscuits.

"Thanks, Sherry fixed me some breakfast but she thinks I should get a head start on watching my weight since I've gone back to a sit down job," Bill said, "I'll start back on my diet tomorrow."

I couldn't help it, I laughed at him even though it was stupid and I knew it.

"Well, Jimmy, what's on the agenda for today?" he asked.

"Mom has an undercover mission for us," I said.

"Jimmy needs some more toys from Tom Doolin's place. Take him there and buy something expensive this time," Mom said.

"I thought we did a pretty good job yesterday," Bill said.

"Try harder. While he's looking around, you'll mention to Tom that Jimmy had a crush on Glenda when he was nine years old and she was a cheerleader for the football team. He actually did in fact. She was always very nice to him," Mom said.

"Oh. This sounds very interesting and I for one think you're performing a humanitarian rescue mission," Bill said.

"You do?" Mom asked.

"I sure do. I'd heard around that Pete was more worthless than ever and he gave us a good demonstration yesterday. I teased Tom about Jacky being Jimmy's bodyguard, but the truth is that I was dying to kick Pete's ass," Bill said.

"Then I guess we're all on the same page, except I don't intend to deal out any physical harm to Pete, unless he tells Sherilyn and I something disturbing.

"I think it would do Glenda a world of good to spend some time out here, under Jimmy, or straddling him. It won't hurt a thing for Marsha, Julian and Francis to give Pete some pointers on his manners either.

"If I know Tom Doolin, after you mention Jimmy's former crush on Glenda it won't be twenty minutes before she happens to drop in down at the lot. Naturally she'll want to see how Jimmy has grown.

"Meanwhile, you'll let Tom know how Jimmy's allowance has grown and ask him if he can send Pete out to pick up the check to cover whatever Jimmy buys.

"I'm sure that Glenda will be more than happy to come out for a visit and hen party when I invite her, we'll probably talk so late she'll want to stay the night," Mom said, and damned if she didn't pinch me on the ass.

"That's great, Mom, and you know how much I like entertaining guest, but we need to unload the helicopter first and to do that we have to unload the track-hoe," I said.

"Then I guess it's a good thing I had Jacky wake you at sunrise," Mom said.

Knowing that we'd been dismissed, we took our coffee cups and left. The madhouse was already back in action when we got outside. It seemed like there were forty men working with shovels inside the forms for the new driveway.

"I hope it's acceptable, Jimmy, I decided to increase the thickness of the slab for the driveway. It was only going to be around six inches and it'd be a shame if you pulled up on it with a load like you had yesterday," Chucky baby told me.

"It's fine with me. Do whatever you think is best. I sure don't want to break the driveway," I said, acting like I knew what I was talking about.

"Great, I think we should enlarge the footers then too. It will still look the same once it's finished and it won't matter if we make it stronger," he said.

I didn't give the first shit about things like that, but I was glad Chucky had used some initiative. I didn't want a broken up driveway and I knew Mom didn't.

I heard a few trucks moving down the street and looked up in time to see them coming our way. The first one had the now familiar sign across the front bumper.

Wanting to get away before we got caught in a traffic jam that was headed for my own back yard, we loaded up and took off with the empty trailer. We left it where we'd found it and returned to the small airport.

After Bill showed us how to get the track-hoe off the heavy haul trailer, he and I put the trailer back together while Jacky climbed into her new machine and crawled it over beside the flat bed where the helicopter parts were still sitting.

We went over to try helping her but she wouldn't let us do much. She knew exactly where to put the cables on the helicopter to lift it. In fact, there were big eyehooks for that very purpose.

She did let us connect the cables to the bucket after she told us exactly how she wanted them. There wasn't a place on the bucket to accommodate this maneuver but she took a short chain and made do.

"I know a good welder that can put a hook on the back of the bucket for you," Bill said, while she was arranging the chain.

"I don't want a hook. I have a big eyebolt in the shop that will work after I get rid of the bolt, and the welding is no problem, I'll just need a good machine. We can wait on that though, the chain will work fine for now," Jacky said, and then she got into the track-hoe and started moving the boom.

She did know what she was doing with it and I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. Somehow she was able to get the small helicopter off in only a couple of minutes. All we had to do was swivel it to sit where she wanted it to.

After that she took off the crate and set it down right beside the helicopter. I'd mostly ignored the crate but when she shut off the track-hoe and got out, I asked her about it.

"It's the best part of the deal. It's a replacement engine for the bird, but it's a turbine instead of the piston engine that originally came with it. This one will end up being better than either of the other two," Jacky said.

"Can we get it painted red, for Mom," I asked.

"Already in the works. All three of them will be red before you know it," Jacky said.

I'd thought that she would be going with us but she planned to stay and get started on this.

"If you think Pete will be any more trouble I'll come, but Sharon didn't think he would be," Jacky said.

"I guess he's tamed a little by now. I'll call a Limo to come out here in case you need to go somewhere," I said.

"I probably won't need it," she said.

"That's the nice thing about Limos, they can be where you need them just in case," I said.

One of the things I liked best about Jacky was that she didn't argue with me. She didn't mind giving me a little good-natured teasing and she wouldn't hesitate to mention it before I fucked something up, but she didn't argue.

Bill and I put the drop-deck back together and left with it, heading to Tom Doolin's place to spend some more money. Bill laughed and said we were going to bait the field before I started hunting.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what baiting a field is, don't you?" he asked.

"Of course I do, but I don't understand what you mean specifically," I said.

"Tom is what some people call a self-made man. He was poor as a snake when he grew up and he made all his money on his own. He can't help keeping that mindset even though now he has more money that he can ever spend. We're going over to his place to scatter money around and see if you can't get a shot at Glenda," Bill said, laughing.

"What good is money if you can't get things you want with it?" I asked.

"You're exactly right, but most people think they should gather it instead of spending it," Bill said.

"Well that's really stupid if you think about it. It's pretty much worthless for its own sake. How much fun can you have playing with something that's all green and wrinkled? I mean, there isn't a damned thing that it's any good for except spending," I said.

Bill just nodded and reminded me not to miss the next right. We pulled up onto the lot again a few minutes later and I got a hint of what Bill had been talking about.

Tom Doolin came out of the building to meet us before we could even reach the first piece of parked equipment. It was like he could smell the checkbook when we brought it on his lot. It reminded me of the way Fitzsimmons always showed up any time I landed on the car lot he worked for.

This was a little different, because Fitzsimmons didn't own the car lot and Tom did own this place. I'd have to ask Bill about that, but maybe Tom didn't trust anyone else to come talk to us.

We stopped and waited for him to catch up with us and then we did some glad-handing and found out about the weather and all that crap.

I knew what my mission was; at least I knew what my mother wanted me to do. She wanted me to impress Tom with the money I was about to spend. I didn't mind that, but as long as I was going to buy something expensive I intended to get something that at least looked like fun.

I spotted something right away, but it didn't look big enough to be very expensive. I was also hampered by not knowing what it was called. I knew Bill would know but he was right by Tom's side.

I pulled my cell out of my pocket and opened it up, trying to make it look like I was answering a call. After a few seconds I walked away from Bill and Tom, as if for privacy. I saw that they were watching me but that was normal. I was the only thing moving near them.

I killed a couple of minutes saying nothing into a cell phone that wasn't on anyway, but I did act like I was talking occasionally. Finally I took the phone away from my ear and asked Bill to come talk to Mom a minute.

He came over and as I handed him the phone I whispered for him to pretend to talk. He nodded his head slightly and took the phone.

"Bill, what do you call those things over there, the ones with the bucket on the front?" I asked, facing away from Tom so he couldn't see.

"That's a front end loader. That one is a rubber-tired loader. They also come with tracks," he said.

"I want one of those, but that one doesn't look big enough to be very expensive," I said.

"Well there are some that are much larger. Let's ask Tom and see if he has any others here," Bill said.

He handed me the phone then and I pretended to say goodbye and hung it up. We walked back toward Tom.

"Did you need something else today?" Tom asked, as we came back.

"We do. We're putting in an airstrip out behind Jack's house. The contractor brought his own equipment but we're going to need a big loader to move some dirt around after he's done his part," Bill said.

"Are you sure you need a loader, you might do better with a big dozer," Tom said.

"We've decided to start with a rubber tired loader and then think about a big dozer if the loader won't do the whole job," Bill said.

I nearly laughed, since Tom's eyes reminded me of old cartoons I'd seen where the dollar signs were spinning around in place of eyeballs. Bill was singing sweet music to Tom now. I'm sure it was his favorite song.

Tom did indeed have bigger loaders. The biggest one he had was a 988H Caterpillar. Boy, that was big. I could hardly believe how big when we got to it.

The tires were taller than any of us; I think Tom said they were about ten feet tall. The top of the cab thing where the operator sat was around seventeen feet in the air. As soon as I saw it I knew it was going to be mine.

We let Tom go on about how big and powerful it was, with its C18 turbocharged and aftercooled engine and all that crap. He was proud that it had a top speed of twenty-two miles per hour and on and on.

I guess he felt like he needed to talk it up since it cost so much. The price for the damned thing was over a half million dollars.

I'll say one thing for Tom, at least he knew the first rule of salesmanship. He knew to quit talking after I said I'd take one. He stopped mid-sentence and headed toward the office.

"Hang on, Tom. Do you have a trailer that we can haul that big bastard on?" Bill asked, and I nearly showed that I hadn't been paying attention.

I had assumed we'd load it onto the trailer we had, but when I thought about it I knew it was too big to fit. Besides, I didn't have any idea what it weighed. I knew it was a lot bigger than the track-hoe and the trailer we'd bought for it was rated for seventy-five thousand pounds. Come to think of it I was pretty sure the big loader would weigh more than that.

"I sure do. You do realize that you can't haul it while the tires are on it don't you?" Tom asked.

"We knew. I've seen them in transit before. Hell, the tires are an oversized load by themselves. At least they aren't real heavy," Bill said.

Tom took us to another part of his lot that had even bigger trailers. They were a little like the one we'd bought yesterday, except where the other one had a gooseneck that fitted to the fifthwheel, this one had a gooseneck that went back to a set of dolly wheels and then another gooseneck from there to the trailer.

The back of the trailer didn't really have wheels either. It had an extension that looked a little like the gooseneck. The extension attached to the top of another set of dolly wheels. The front dollies had four axels and the back had eight, twelve in all and they had four wheels each. Shit, I'd hate to have to change the tires on that thing.

Bill and I hung back behind Tom as we all headed into the office. He went to talk to some of his office workers about papers and an invoice and such.

"I let him know that you'd mentioned yesterday you hadn't seen Glenda in years, and that you still remembered when she was a cheerleader for the high school. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if she came down to see you any minute now. I couldn't figure out how to bring Petey boy up though," Bill said.

"No worries on that score, I'll just call Mom about the check and tell Tom she asked specifically to have Pete come out and get it. Maybe I'll even get her to talk to him."

Talk about money greasing the skids, it was doing a hellacious job this morning. Tom was already on the phone to someone in his shop, giving them instructions about which trailer to put the giant loader on.

He asked Bill and I how we were going to get the thing unloaded and reassembled and Bill came up with the magic words right away.

"There's a pretty large construction crew out at Jimmy's house this week putting in his new airstrip and helipad. I'm sure they'll be able to help us out. I saw them doing the same thing to one of their loaders yesterday," Bill said.

Hun, I hadn't seen that and I wondered when Bill had. No matter, if they could do it they would be glad to and if they couldn't we could get it done somehow.

Tom's office girls didn't waste any time getting the damages listed and he handed me the invoice. I excused myself to call Mom on my cell and I had a more respectable tab for her to cover today.

"This better work, Mom, it's going to cost us seven hundred and sixteen thousand dollars," I said.

"What about Tom, have you asked him to send Pete out here yet?" Mom asked, not slowing down a second for the mention of mere money.

"No, I thought I'd let you make that happy announcement, and I haven't seen Glenda yet either, though I think Bill has spilled the little spiel you dreamed up.

"Oops, speak of the target and up she pops. I haven't seen her in years but I think those are Glenda's titties leading her into the office. I'll get Tom for you," I said, going over to Tom, asking him to talk to Mom, and handing him my phone.

Just in the nick of time too, because it kept him from complicating the conversation when Glenda came up.

"Is that you, Jimmy?" Glenda asked, when she reached me.

"It's me, I've grown a little and you're even more beautiful than I remember," I said, knowing it couldn't hurt.

"I was surprised when Daddy told me you'd come by here yesterday and even more excited when he called and told me you were back today. I rushed right down to catch you," she said, giving me a big cheerleader smile.

Glenda was as gorgeous as she'd ever been and might even be more so. She was probably five eight, nearly as tall as I was and I figured her weight to be around one fifteen or twenty. Glenda was built for comfort, not for speed, and did she ever look comfortable.

I'd been a little pissed at the thought of Mom lining me up another woman but she was forgiven in seconds. Especially considering what Glenda had worn to come and see me.

It was a sundress with a low cut bodice and a short skirt. She looked positively luscious and everything that was exposed seemed to jiggle. My mind was racing, trying to figure out a way to get her alone, fast.

"Of course you're grown now, but you're still as cute as I remember. I can't believe I used to pick you up over the fence at the games," she said.

"I remember every single time, it was the highlight of my week back then," I said, hoping I wasn't piling it too deep.

"You're so sweet. Daddy told me you'd bought a big track-hoe and then today came back for an even bigger loader, are you going into the construction business?" she asked.

"No, there is a lot of construction going on around the house right now, but the hoe is for unloading aircraft and parts and such. I'm planning on using the loader to help out putting in the airstrip and helipad behind our house," I said, lying like hell about the loader.

"Oh, are you a pilot?" she asked.

"Not yet, but Dad thought it would be easier to learn if we had the strip right out behind the house," I said.

She didn't give me the dollar sign look that Tom had but I could see that she didn't mind me being filthy rich. I don't even think it was a conscious thing for her but I knew it wasn't hurting my plans at all.

"I can see where it would help. Jimmy, I want to apologize for the way Pete acted yesterday," she said, losing some of the luster from her smile.

"It was just a misunderstanding I'm sure. Mom was happy that we'd run into him, she was a big fan of Pete's when he was playing football."

"Well those days are gone for good now," she said.

I decided that there was no point in talking about Pete any more. It wasn't making her any too happy and I wanted to take her mind off him anyway. She cured that problem.

"Daddy told me that you came here yesterday in a Peterbuilt with the biggest sleeper he'd ever seen," she said, and I could tell she was trying to kill the Pete talk herself.

"I did and I was lucky to run into that truck, it's a story in itself. Mom wanted some other trucks just like it and there was some snafu with the place that makes the sleepers so I bought it to make sure we could get them promptly," I said.

The dollar signs nearly got away from her then and she unconsciously moved a little closer to me. I could deal with that so I decided to bring up any other outrageous purchases I could fit into the conversation.

"Did you come in the truck today? I'd love to see it."

"We did. I'm going to use it to take my loader away after we get things straightened out. Let me check with your Dad a second and see how it's going."

Perfect timing, since Tom was coming over to return my phone. I took it when he offered and didn't even have to ask about the progress.

"I'm going to send Pete out to pick up the check and deliver the paperwork, Jimmy. It will take a few hours to get the loader on the trailer," he said.

"Did you see which way Bill went?" I asked.

"He said he was going to keep an eye on things. Nothing much will be happening until they're done. Why don't you and Glenda go get something to eat or something, I'd go but there's another crisis I have to deal with," he said.

I wanted to go get something to eat all right and I would need Glenda there for my meal. I intended to have a furburger at her Y, I just hadn't figured out how to get from where I was to where I needed to be. There aren't a lot of pat explanations for taking a married woman you haven't seen in years off to find a quiet place to screw.

"Why don't we go and let me see your truck first, Jimmy?" Glenda asked, solving over half my problem.

"There's the ticket, take her for a ride in that big truck," Tom said, and I could have kissed him.

We headed back outside and she took my hand as we left. Glenda didn't mind walking close enough so that we brushed together as we went and I wasn't about to complain.

As soon as I'd first seen her coming into the office, her short sundress had let me know that her legs very well might be better than when she was a cheerleader. When she climbed up the step into my truck it let me know even more.

I saw right away that she didn't want any panty lines showing across her beautiful ass and as she stepped into the cab I knew that she'd made sure there wouldn't be any. I got a good rear view of a rosy pink delight topped with just a hint of neatly trimmed blonde bush.

Glenda was amazed at the sleeper and I was amazed to see that she didn't want any bra straps detracting from her sleek lines either. When she bent over to push against the mattress, checking to see how soft it was, her free-swinging titties captured my attention.

It was all I could do to keep from grabbing her right then.

"Do you think we could take a short ride in it before they need the trailer?" Glenda asked, making me wonder how things could always go my way.

"They won't be using this trailer, it isn't big enough for the loader I bought. Tom said they had to take the wheels off the loader before they loaded it anyway," I said.

"They do, which loader did you buy?" she asked.

"It was a 988H."

She almost spit out something about how much they cost but I saw her throttle it. She couldn't hide the gleam in her eyes though.

"Oh, I guess it will take a while to load one of those," she said.

"I don't see why they'll need me or the truck at. Bill is with them and they hooked the new trailer up to a truck that they use to move them around before we left it," I said.

"Great, we'll probably have plenty of time for a ride. I like trucks and this is the nicest one I've ever seen, they can do without us," Glenda said.

"I think we should. It will only take a minute to drop the trailer and we can go over to the other little airport and pick up my flatbed. They'll need it later for the loader's wheels," I said.

Glenda agreed that it sounded like an excellent plan to her so I bounced out and dropped the trailer. My cell phone went off just as I finished.

"Hello."

"Jimmy, how are things coming along?" Mom asked.

"Better than they have any right to be. Glenda wants to take a ride in my truck and I'm going to let her go along to the airport you just bought while I pick up the empty flatbed," I said.

"Excellent. Petey is unconscious in the study as we speak. Do I need to do anything?" she asked.

"Call Jacky and tell her to stay out of sight while I get the trailer. I'll probably be worn out after I hook the flatbed; Glenda and I might need to take a short nap before we leave," I said.

"You're learning so fast. I'll do it," Mom said, and hung up.