Page 25 of Roll With The Punches
Chapter Seven
Calvin went with Sylvie early the next morning to pick up the truck while Iris and Jeff worked in the house. They returned with coffee and bagels for everyone and as they stood at the kitchen counter, Sylvie looked around.
“It feels weird being here now. Like once I’d decided to leave, it didn’t feel like home anymore. It’s never really felt like ‘mine,’ even though it was supposed to be for me.”
“Well, when you get back to Florida, remember that you’re welcome to stay with us as long as you need to,” Iris said. “We meant it. We already emptied the guest room for you.”
“Thanks. I’m hoping I won’t need to be there longer than a couple of weeks. I have to be careful with my money until I’m getting paid again. And thanks for hooking me up with that friend of yours for a job. Thank god Florida has reciprocity with Connecticut. I already got my Florida license a couple of months ago, knowing I was going to do this. I told Morse it was because the only guy we had in our office licensed to sell real estate in Florida had moved on. And that was true. Made sense, since I’m from Florida, to get the license.”
“Um, aren’t we in New Hampshire?” Jeff asked. “What’s that have to do with Connecticut?”
Sylvie finally smiled, one of the few times he’d seen her smile since their arrival. “I’m licensed here, in Massachusetts, Vermont, Maine, Rhode Island, Florida…and Connecticut.”
“Um…wow, but why?”
“We deal a lot with people across state lines. Some of the people in our office are also licensed in New York and New Jersey. I’m not, because we had plenty who were, and I wasn’t planning on going off on my own.”
“Did you tell any of them that you’re leaving?” Iris asked.
She shook her head. “Couldn’t risk it accidentally getting back to Morse. I hate to just walk away from my job without notice, but I know they’ll understand. They all dislike Morse. I told them I was taking this weekend off to get a bunch of chores done I’ve been putting off around the house. I haven’t taken a full weekend off in months.”
“At least you’ve got a plan,” Jeff said. “And if you need help moving again when you get your own place, let me know. I can round up extra help.”
“Thank you. I’m just so thankful to be getting out of here.” She looked around again. All weekend, she’d borne a sort of shell-shocked air. “Looking back, I can’t believe it took me this long to make the break. Except this was his first out-of-town trip in months where I knew he couldn’t return early. The others have been close by. Close enough I knew he might come home for the night. And sometimes he did. Being across the country with a girlfriend to bang, and non-refundable tickets his company bought for him, he’s been too busy to do so much as text me.”
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Everything went quickly from that point on. They all waited to take showers until after the truck was loaded and they were ready to leave.
And after they all helped carefully check the dogs for ticks one last time.
They pulled out of Sylvie’s driveway well ahead of schedule, with Jeff driving the truck and Calvin riding shotgun, a few minutes after four thirty Saturday afternoon. They drove as long as they could, stopped for the night, and drove all day Sunday. It was after midnight early Monday morning when they arrived at Iris and Calvin’s house.
Instead of unloading the truck that time of night, Jeff went home to sleep, and would rejoin them in the morning to finish.
It was after one in the morning when he quietly unlocked the front door and crept in. Instead of disturbing Brandon and Stuart, he went to his bedroom, stripped, and face-planted onto his bed.
That was the last thing he knew before he had agreatdream about Stuart sucking his cock.
Except in the dream, when he reached down between his legs to slide his fingers through Stuart’s hair and then tightly fist it, hereallyfelt Stuart’s hair.
Jeff’s eyes popped open. Lifting his head, he spotted Stuart between his legs, Jeff’s cock in his mouth all the way to the root.
“Yoo sthuck in lath night,” he mumbled around Jeff’s cock.
“Yes, I snuck in. I didn’t want to wake you guys.” He stroked Stuart’s brown hair. “Is Emma gone already?”
“Yeth.”
“Where’s Sir?”
“Thower.”
“You going to get in trouble by being in here?”
“No. Sthaid I could. Sthaid to sthave energy for him for wader.”
Jeff smiled. Stuart did have a knack for being able to talk with his mouth full. It always amused him and Brandon when he did, too.
