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He changed lanes. My body swayed toward the door. He changed back. I shifted toward my door.

He shifted gears again.

I buried his cock deep in my throat. I opened my eyes. I closed them.
Oh. My. God. I’m going to cum…
As I came, I growled on his cock, shaking my head side to side.

His hips rose up from the seat.

And he exploded into my throat.

I continued to suck as fast as I could.

“Hey. Stop. Stop. God damn, you stop,” he screamed.

I looked up and opened my eyes, still sucking as fast as I could.

He downshifted.

I sucked.

“God damn you, Kelli.”

I sucked.

He downshifted.

He downshifted.

I rose up off of his cock.

“Jesus,
what the fuck. You still speaking English? And what happened to asking for permission to cum?” he asked.

I looked up at him, confused, and
moved back to my seat.

“No time,” I responded, “lives were at stake.”

He slowed down to the speed limit and set the speed control. I sat in my seat, naked, and buckled the seat belt.

I turned and stared at him. After a while, he turned and looked back at me. When he did, I kicked my feet onto the dash. I looked ahead.
Minimal Kansas highway traffic. We were out of town now, in the country. I spread my legs as wide as I could, and started fingering myself.

I closed my eyes.

My legs spread wide, I slid my fingers in and out of my wet pussy as fast as I could. I pressed my palm against my clit, and held it there, pressing hard.

“Oh my fucking God, Erik, I’m going to…”

“Cum…”

I fingered as fast as I could.

“Fuck yes.” I screamed.

“Fuck Yes.”

“Fuck.”

“
Yeeeeesssssss!” I screamed, and started again as fast as I could move my hand.

He down shifted.

“Fuck…Oh…my…”

He downshifted twice.

“God.”

He downshifted.

I’m…going…to…”

He downshifted. I felt the car turn left, and the unmistakable rumble of a rural Kansas gravel road.

“Cum.” I sighed.

I felt the car roll to a stop. I opened my eyes as he unbuckled his belt.

And then he turned off the key.

GENE.
There have been things in my life that I have known and things that I have thought. Mentally separating these knowing the difference helps me make decisions that are generally good ones. I
think
, compared to most men, that I am a good man. I know I
try
to be. I
know
that. I
think
that god forsaken war I fought in was a bad idea. I don’t
know
it, because I haven’t polled every Vietnamese citizen to get an idea of what
they
think.

“And what part is it that you play in my daughter’s life?” I looked him dead in the eye.

“Well sir, we’re currently seeing each other,” he stammered.

“Daddy, we’ve been together for the summer,” Kelli interrupted.

“Baby, I was trying to talk to
him
. He says you’re
seeing each other
. You say you’re
together
. Women, a lot of times, see what it is they
want
to see. I see what is real, and I can smell bullshit a mile from here. So, Mr. Eads, what is it?” I raised both eyebrows and waited for him to speak.

“Ead, sir.
It’s Ead, there’s not an ‘S’. We have been seeing each other since the day we met, early in the summer. As we speak, we are together. My apologies, I will try to be more concise,” he said as he adjusted himself in his chair.

Some people are arrogant and some are just sure of themselves. This son-of-a-bitch seemed arrogant to me. If he wasn’t, he was real damn close. The difference to me between arrogance and confidence is in the knowing. Arrogance is thinking you’re able, and confidence
is knowing you are.

“You consider yourself arrogant, son?” I leaned over the arm of my chair with my chin in my hand.

“Daddy!” Kelli whispered.

“Arrogant? No sir. I’m an extremely confident man,” he looked me in the eye when he spoke.

“What’s the difference? To you, what’s the difference?” I stood from my chair.

He stood, held his hands at his side, and offered his thoughts, “Well sir. To me arrogance is being full of self-pride or self-esteem that more than likely is false. When a person is so full of self-esteem that it is overbearing, they’re arrogant. When someone is sure of self, and still maintains a little humility in their life, they’re confident. It’s easy to be confused until you know me, but I assure you, I’m not an arrogant man.”

Well, if nothing else, he had good posture. He stood erect and like a military man when he spoke.

“What’s your position on guns?”

“What about them sir?”

“You know what a gun is, don’t you?” I asked over my shoulder as I walked into the kitchen.

“Daddy, please,” Kelli said softly.

“Well, he doesn’t quite answer questions well. I don’t believe in beating around the bush, Ead. I’ve had one dream for the last twenty-two years, and that’s for my daughter to take over the dealership. You’re not asking me to change that, but you’re sure asking me to alter it. I think I deserve to know a little bit about this man. Now, would you consider yourself pro or anti-gun, if you were to place yourself in one of those two categories?” I waited at the cupboard for him to try to weasel around the answer.

“Pro, sir. I have a concealed carry permit, and I carry at all times,” he responded proudly.

“What do you carry, and why?” I asked as I poured a cup of coffee.

“A Glock. I carry for many reasons.
Because I can.
Because I don’t ever want to be in a position that I need to defend something or someone and I am not able to do so without it. I would much rather have it and not need it than feel a need for it and not have it,” he continued to stand while I was in the kitchen.

I walked into the living room with my cup of coffee and sat down.

“You think your gun is a first line of defense? The answer to stopping a fight? Ending an argument?”

“No sir, I’ve never pulled it, and never had a need to do so,” he sat down into his chair as he responded.

“Well, you’re a big bastard. Probably intimidate a few with your arrogance and size,” I said as I sipped my coffee.

“Daddy!”
Kelli complained.

“I’m sorry,” I chuckled, “your
confidence
.”

He nodded at me.

“Well, I’d qualify as a gun nut myself. Former military, you know. Hell, all of
us
are gun nuts. Saved the police chief as a matter of fact. 1969, month of September. 16
th
to be exact. We were on a swift boat, headed down that damned river when I saw him. I was Navy. Learned later that he was a Marine. Never seen a kid so scared in my damned life. Standing there on the bank shaking, out of fucking ammo when I lit up that fifty. They’d been over run. You don’t wanna know what a .50 cal. can do to a hundred and ten pound gook, Ead, but that’s a story for some other time.” I looked intently into Ead’s eyes and cleared my head of that damned war.

“Tell me, Mr. Ead, what you would do if someone ever tried to hurt my Kelli. She’s
mine
, you know. She’s the only woman I love. I’ve loved two, her and her mother. Her mother’s been gone twenty-two years, God bless her. Kelli’s all I have, and all I care about. If someone tried to hurt her, what would you do?” I leaned in my chair and waited for a response.

“Well sir, I’m different than most. I believe in options. If someone was disrespectful, I’d give them an opportunity to apologize. If they didn’t accept that option, I’d resolve it. Sadly, I suspect it would be in a violent fashion. If someone tried to
hurt
her in any way, I would immediately assess the situation, and resolve it with whatever force was necessary to assure that she was safe,” he nodded at me when he finished speaking.

Kelli leaned toward the boy and whispered to him. He whispered in her direction and shook his head softly. As she sat down in her chair I spoke.

“You two want to share with me? Hell, I’m way over here, I can’t hear you. My ears ain’t so good anymore either. Twenty years of the military made my eardrums soft,” I raised an eyebrow and took a sip of coffee.

“Daddy, the other night we were in the bar, and a guy from college said some things to me. Erik took care of it immediately, and it made me very proud of him,” Kelli said as she motioned toward him with her hands.

“Is that right? What did you do,
give him some options
?” I asked, jokingly.

“I gave him
one
option. As a matter of fact, I told him this,
‘Life is about opportunities and options. I’m going to give you both. An option to apologize, and an opportunity to walk away’,
he chose not to apologize. I guess that eliminated his opportunity to walk away. He got a ride though,” Ead responded, smiling.

“So you gave this fella an opportunity to apologize, and he didn’t do it, then someone gave him a ride home?”

“An ambulance sir. He got a ride to the hospital in an ambulance,” he tried rather unsuccessfully to hide his smile.

“Is that right?” I placed my cup on the end table and stood.

He stood from his chair as soon as I stood.

Generally speaking, I’m a good judge of character. Once you got past the razor’s edge that this boy walked on with his confidence, he was respectful. He teetered toward arrogance, and I didn’t like nor dislike that. Time would tell if he was able, or if he just thought he was. One thing was certain; he damned sure
thought
he was. I liked the way he stood when I stood, and how he always made eye contact.

I walked toward him, my hand extended. He reached out and shook my hand firmly. His face couldn’t hide all of the surprise that his mind contained.

“I appreciate you defending the honor of my daughter, Ead. First time that’s happened, as far as I know. Ambulance, huh?” I asked, smiling.

He nodded his head, his lips pursed in a shallow smile.

“We ain’t done, if that’s what you’re wondering,” I said as I released his hand.

“Sure you don’t want a coffee?” I asked, still facing him.

“No, sir. We had one on the way here,” he assured me.

“Kelli?” I turned to face her.

“No, Daddy.”

I stood there for a moment, not really sure why I stood up and walked his direction. Maybe I wanted assurance. Or just to look in his eyes…to see if he stood up again. I looked up and down his long body and up into his eyes. He was an intimidating prick, that’s for sure.

“So, Ead,” I said as I turned to my chair.

“What about your parents? What’s your relationship there? You have a well-structured family?” I asked as I sat down.

“Sir, both my parents are deceased, and I am an only child. My father passed when I was a toddler, and my mother passed back in 2007,” he said calmly, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Family is important to making a person feel complete. Without that structure and support life can be challenging at best. I’m truly sorry, son,” I tried to think of what else to say.

“I struggle with it, sir. I do. But I can’t change it,” he responded, still sitting military erect in the chair.

I drank the rest of my coffee and put the cup on the table. I considered the situation, my daughter, and this man covered in tattoos sitting in my living room. I looked at him, and turned and looked at Kelli, who was focused on Ead. I’d seen that look of admiration in Kelli’s eyes before. It had been some time, but it was a familiar look. She used to look up at me that way when I walked her to kindergarten.

“Well, we’ve been talking for a few hours here. Hell, we’ve talked about Columbia, graduate school, motorcycles, tattoos, relationships, dealerships, the future, and the past. We’ve covered about all of it. Like I said at the beginning, I don’t give two shits about your age, Ead. I believe love has no boundaries. Here’s what I want. I want three things,” I stood from my chair.

Erik stood from his chair as soon as I did. Kelli remained seated and looked back and forth between us. I approached Ead and held my hands in front of me.

“First, I want Kelli running that dealership, successfully, soon. Not in a matter of months. But within a few years. That’s something we’ll all have to talk about. Second, I want my daughter to feel like she’s exactly what she is, and that’s special. All the time. She hasn’t ever had a boyfriend to speak of. I don’t even know if people use that term anymore, and I don’t care. But, whatever this is, this thing you two have…she’s never brought a boy here to meet me like this. I’m proud and I’m scared, both,” I took a deep breath and held my hand out toward Ead.