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SCREWDRIVER |
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It was a glorious spring morning. Much too nice outside to spend the day working. You could see that the morning chill wouldn’t last past ten. And being the boss, I decided I wasn’t going to ruin this gift of God by spending it doing grunt work. I was going fishing. Ed was my right hand man. He had been working for me for about three years now. He had that all American look. Strong chin, blonde hair, blue eyes. Looked honest whatever honest looks like. Was polite. Always on time. Made the homeowners feel confident. Never complained about working long hours, and lately we had been working a few too many. I thought he could use a day fishing too. Let him know I appreciated all the hard work. I called Ed up and told him "we’re going fishin'" "what about the job?" "Well’ I’ll pick up you and Terry and we’ll go to the house and get Terry started. Then we’ll hook up the boat and off to the lake." We had just hired Terry. He seemed like a normal kid. Real thin, a little quiet, but he worked hard enough and at least he could understand what you were saying to him. I figured he could spend the day getting all the prep work done and tomorrow we could really get some paint on. I hadn’t been fishing in a while and was really looking forward to it. The lake was only about seventeen miles out of town. It was stocked with pan sized rainbows, had some cats and crappie. But I went for the trout. I usually gave away most of the fish I caught, wasn’t really a big fish eater, but I loved to catch em. Nothing better than sitting in the sun with a cold Corona in one hand and a rod in the other. I drove the truck to Ed’s house. Terry lived just a few houses up with his parents and would meet us there at 7:00 every morning. They were standing in the drive with their coffees in their hands. I could tell that Ed had already told Terry the plan cause Terry was a little pissed. And Ed was rubbing it in I was sure. "So you ready to get to work boys?" "ready for anything you say boss", Ed said with a mock salute, smiling the whole time at Terry "What’s a matter Terry?" "Nothin'" "I guess Ed told you we’re goin fishin, huh" "Mmmhhmm" "Well we’ll take you some other time. Plenty a fishin days in the future" "Whatever" They climbed in the cab. Ed in front, Terry in back. Nobody said much on the road to the job. We just listened to Howard Stern, laughed a bit. He had some porn star on talking about her latest music single. I reminded myself to run out and get that one. We got to the job and unloaded the truck. Ed started explaining to Terry what we needed him to do. I went to talk to the homeowners. "Good morning Rodger." "Morning Joe" "hey we’re gonna need to be somewhere else today, something came up so I’m just gonna leave Terry here doing the prep work and I’ll be back to pick him up around four." You don’t tell the customer that you decided to go fishin instead of finish painting his kitchen and master bedroom or you just might find he goes fishin the day he’s supposed to give you your check. "You don’t mind him being alone in the house all day do you?" "no problem, but you still gonna finish by Friday? We got company on Saturday" "no problem, be done on Thursday actually" "Well I won’t be back from work till after 6:00 and the wife is on a field trip with Trent so just lock up when you leave." "you got it", Rodger didn’t like to talk much he was on his way to work and the rest of the family was gone. I found Terry and Ed in the kitchen. "You all set Ter" "Yeah when will you be back?" "Around 4:00, just make sure the kitchen and master bed are all masked and ready to go by then" "no problem boss" sarcastically We took off for the storage yard, where I kept the boat. Luckily it was only ten minutes from the job, but away from the lake. On the way there I started to feel bad about leaving Terry behind. He probably wouldn’t get much done without us there anyways, he was too careful when one of us wasn’t there to watch him. He had been working long hours too, these last few weeks. Ed said, "Terry was pretty bummed that he couldn’t go, He loves to fish" "Well let’s just pick his whiny little ass up on the way back to the lake. They won’t even know he wasn’t there and we can finish by Thursday easy" I could tell that made Ed happier, it made me feel pretty good myself. I was once again the best boss in the whole, wide, world. We loaded up the boat, hooked up the trailer, and headed back to the job. When we got there we could hear the radio from outside. Terry always tried to get us to switch from the talk stations, so now was his chance. Rock music turned up to eleven. We walked through the front door, and into the kitchen but the radio was blasting from down the hall. He must have started in the master bedroom. At the end of the hall the door was closed so Ed and I just walked right through and I yelled "hey Terry!" Terry had his side to us. His white painters pants were around his ankles. His elbows were flared out and moving rhythmically until he seemed to jump with awareness. He tried to turn away so we couldn’t see his erect red cock in his right hand. He took off running towards the bath room. With his pants around his ankles he kind of moved like a seal. As he writhed and wiggled away from us, a little metallic tail whipped back and forth from the middle of his small white butt cheeks. It was the business end of a Phillips head screw driver. He was holding the handle, only not with his hand. As the door slammed to the bathroom one of the Playboy magazines that was spread out across the comforter slid, in slow motion onto the floor. It fell open to a cartoon of President Clinton hard at work with a hefty little intern under his desk. Terry came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, his face as red as his dick had been, and said without looking at us "I’ll walk home" and out the door he went. We turned off the radio, cleaned up the magazines, locked the house and went fishin. We had a few laughs that day I’ll tell you. Terry picked up his last check a few days later. Would you believe the little shit tried to give me my screwdriver back. |