Page 91 of Cookout Carnage
Sherilyn: I can’t. I don’t want my folks to hear. Did you start the book I gave you?
Tris: Yep. I had no idea that the film Rambo was set in Kentucky. You didn’t get First Blood from the book lice store, did you?
Sherilyn:No, I got it from my brother.
Sherilyn: No, I got it from myPafather.
Tris: How scary is he? Is this some kind of warning of what’ll happen to me if I don’t behave?
Sherilyn: No!!!! It’s just the most famous book to come out of Kentucky.
Tris: I’ve been reading it on the back porch whilst drinking a beer. Do I get extra points for that?
Sherilyn: Sure do.And bonus points for having a shotgun by your side.
Sherilyn: Hey, do you want to go on a hike tomorrow morning?
Tris: Okay, you’ve made me read a book about a dude hunting another dude in the Kentucky woods and now you want me to go on a hike?
Sherilyn: We could drive up to a trail by the creek.
Tris: Do I need to bring a shovel? You know, to dig my own grave?
Sherilyn: No! There’s just a good spot for swimming.
Tris: Skinny-dipping?
Sherilyn: NO! It’s outside!
Tris: Isn’t that the point? Do you only skinny-dip in the shower?
Sherilyn: Ha ha. People might see.
Tris: I’ll protect your modesty. What time tomorrow?
Sherilyn: How early can you do?
Tris: One minute after midnight and no earlier. I need my sleep.
Sherilyn: Okay. I’ll be at yours around seven thirty. I’ll bring brunch.
Tris: Is Wiener coming with us? I can’t wait to meet him.
Sherilyn: It’s too far for his little legs. I gotta go.
Tris: Okay, sweet dreams, Hot Sauce X
Sherilyn: You too X
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By seven the next morning, Tristan was showered, dressed and pacing up and down. Yesterday had gone by in a blink of an eye. Today every second felt like an hour. Now he’d been with Sherilyn he never wanted them to be apart. She was like sunshine in his life, shining joy into the darkest corners of his soul. He’d compartmentalised yesterday’s memories, only allowing himself to relive the PG moments. Each time he thought of holding her up against her old locker – the nub of her nipple against his tongue, her cries echoing around them – his cock swelled painfully hard. She was too sweet, too sexy, too beautiful and too young for him. She thought he was the perfect British gent with his glasses and his ‘vest’. Nothing could be further from the truth. He gritted his teeth. He knew something wasn’t quite right about his time so far in Midway. Was she trying to keep him hidden? Did she know about his past? But then he’d met Amy, Lucille, Truman, and even Richard the Third, and this afternoon he was meeting her parents. He shook his head.Let it go. Everything is fine. He’d been himself with Sherilyn and she seemed to like what she saw, ‘math’ teacher fantasies aside. He wasn’t lying to her. He just hadn’t yet told her everything about himself. Right now, he just had to keep showing up and being the best version of himself, ‘vests’ and all.
At seven fifteen, she arrived. He opened the door to see her standing a few safe feet away, bags over her shoulders. She was wearing another pair of killer cut-offs and a pale pink T-shirt with her bikini strap tied behind the chain from her necklace, the pizza hiding between her breasts under her top. His cock started to thicken. She looked him up and down, her lips parted. It twitched impatiently.
‘Is that what you’re wearing?’ she asked, her voice hurried and breathless. He looked down at himself.
‘Is something wrong?’
