“Where’s Cassidy?” I asked Jeff.
He looked sad.
“I think after tomorrow night she’s going to break up with me.”
“Anything I can do?” I asked.
“No, but thanks for asking.”
Being a guy, that was all we needed to say to each other.
Chapter 19 – Alternate Prom
Saturday May 2
Duke and I had walked out my back door to run when he darted into the backyard to do his business. I heard the low rumble of him growling, so I decided to go investigate. I found Precious guarding something, something furry.
Oh Dear Lord, she caught one of Duke’s squirrels.
You have to understand, there’s a sacred bond between dog and squirrel. It’s the squirrel’s job to torment the dog by bouncing around and then running up trees. The squirrel then twitches its tail and chirps at the dog, heckling it from above. It’s the dog’s job to kill the little bastards. Duke explained this to me on more than one occasion, as he seemed to chase every one he saw. He was very serious about taking one of them out.
Duke was totally frustrated to see Precious had taken his job away from him. How could a cat catch a squirrel and he couldn’t? I was worried we might have to move. The shame of it all! He danced around to indicate I should take the squirrel away from Precious and give it to him. I grabbed him by the collar, took him to the house, and pushed him through the back door. I had started to go to Brit’s house so she could deal with her cat when Duke decided to wake the neighborhood with his barking. This was a sure recipe for disaster, as it would wake my parents. I figured the damage was already done, so I hurried over to Brit’s and pounded on their back door. Bryan answered.
“Get your sister. Her damned cat has caught a squirrel.”
“Why don’t you take the little guy away from Precious?” he said with a smirk.
“The same reason you won’t: the damned cat is evil.”
He went and got Brit. She was in a shorty nightgown and I just stared at her long legs. Her large breasts were swinging free, and I forgot why I was there. I may have even forgotten my name for a moment. Bryan smacked me and told her the problem. I watched in amazement as she walked over to our backyard without a care in the world. I had a bad feeling Precious wasn’t going to give up her prize so easily. I liked Brit, except for her taste in pets, so I was worried she might get hurt.
“You want me to get you some garden gloves?”
I was on the receiving end of ‘the look’ every teenage girl seems to have mastered. I decided standing at the edge of the garage was probably a safe distance. Duke was still losing his shit, and I was torn between quieting him down and the possibility of missing Precious make a believer out of Brit. I heard Mom yelling at Duke to ‘Shut the &%@^# up!’ Brit had just bent down and her shorty nightgown no longer covered her boy-short underwear when I heard the back door open. My mind locked. At least that was what I would use as my excuse later. Brit had an outstanding butt!
“Don’t let ...!” died on my lips as Duke crashed out the back door.
Five things seemed to happen at the same time. Duke crashed into Brit, trying to get to the squirrel. Precious saw her mistress about to fall on her, so she jumped to the side. The stunned squirrel looked for an escape route and jumped into the gaping neck of Brit’s nightie. Brit let out a scream that could have awakened the dead. My mom charged out to see what was going on. I think she was more pissed than Brit was, if that was even possible.
“Classic!” Brock exclaimed as he caught the action on his phone.
“Did you get that?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah!” Brock confirmed.
Brit rolled around on the ground, which caused the squirrel to get excited. She screamed and Duke barked like crazy because he couldn’t see where the squirrel had gone. The neighbor on our other side stuck her head out her back door, so I gave her a little wave. Mom came up and whacked me on the back of the head.
“Go help her,” she said with more than a little menace in her voice.
I figured I should get my mutt under control, so I did a loud whistle and then gave him the ‘come’ command. Hey, it worked for Dad. Duke ignored me until Mom stomped her foot.
“You get over here right now!” she ordered, which had Duke come and sit next to her.
I would have to learn that trick.
Brit finally got smart and ripped her nightie off. This caused me to have another brain cramp as I admired her gorgeous breasts. The only flaw was there was a squirrel stuck between them. Brit did the only logical thing: she jerked the fuzzy rat from between her breasts and flung him as far away from her as she could. Unfortunately, for Mom, he landed on Mom’s head.
The stress was too much for Duke. He made a mighty leap and tried to remove the squirrel from Mom’s hair. The squirrel, seeing its demise just moments away, made a jump I still can’t believe! It landed on Bryan’s leg, scampered up his back, and soared to safety onto the garage roof. I’d bet I would never see that particular squirrel ever again.
Brit finally came to her senses and realized she was in only her panties. She tried to hide her magnificent breasts while she ran for her house. Duke circled the garage in hopes that the squirrel might fall down to him. Precious casually headed home, now that the fun and games were over. I was going to see if the boys could send me the video when my mom grabbed my ear and marched me into the house.
Dad came downstairs to find me backed up to the wall as Mom waved her finger in my face and explained how Duke and I would move to my uncle’s farm for the summer. When Mom finally calmed down enough, Dad asked what had happened. When Mom explained it to him, he broke out laughing. You could tell it was the last thing he wanted to do, but he couldn’t help himself. I soon found out Dad was to go to live with Duke and me at Uncle John’s farm, too. I didn’t look forward to a summer putting in fence posts.
AFTER I GOT BACK FROM my run, I was looking for something to do away from the house. Then I got a text from Greg.
Jet Water Board!
Hell, yes!
I went and found Dad hiding in the garage and told him our plan. He was scared to go into the house to get a swimsuit. I convinced him we could buy him one on the way. I went upstairs, put on a swimsuit, and got my GoCam so I could video us having fun. I also sent Lily a text to let everyone know what we were going to do. Her tweet arrived a few minutes later.
I hooked up the trailer for the Jet Ski, and Dad and I were soon headed to State to pick up Greg. When we had Greg in the Jeep, we went to the sporting goods store. The water was still cold, so we got some wet-suit tops. Dad bought a swimsuit and wore it out of the store. We were soon at our favorite beach.
It took Greg and me a few minutes to figure out how everything hooked together. You could tell how much we wanted to use our new toys when Dad was forced to get out the instructions. It was good they had big pictures, or I think my brother would have been lost. Both Greg and I were pissed when Dad called first dibs. It was decided I would show Dad what to do and Greg was put in charge of driving the Jet Ski. I put the GoCam on Dad’s head and showed him how to use the controls for the jet water board.
He was seated on the edge of the dock when he fired it up. When he felt comfortable, he stood up from the dock and began to float over the water. He had a blast as he hovered next to the dock. I told him to lean forward, which caused him to start to move, and he began to get the hang of it. Greg did his job of following him around. The hose from the Jet Ski to the jet water board was only forty feet long. Dad took a turn around the lake, then came back, got to the edge of the dock, and sat down. He never got wet.
I took the GoCam off of him and grabbed my phone so I could upload the video. While I did that, Greg took his turn. I wished I’d left the video running because Greg was in the water more than he was hovering above it. I finally got it uploaded to my Dropbox account and sent Lily a text to let her know it was there. I’d gotten her some video editing software. She liked playing with videos and she’d make it look like it was professionally done, if she had the time. I expected this would just be a quick upload to my YouTube page and then she would tweet it out.