A New Day, A New You part 8 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 8

... get away and do the whole blended family thing.” “No you have something bigger planned,” Jackie says accusatory. “Yes I do and it involves you getting Steven and his family out of the area. This isn’t a negotiation I’m telling you to get this done,” I damn near order Jackie who looks at me confused but happy. “Wait does that mean I’m on the team,” she asks hopeful. “For now yes and maybe more if I need you in the future but I need you to make this happen. Tap the Old Man and send people in force to escort you and John there to pick them up. Do not give them a choice,” I tell Jackie who nods and proceeds to get herself ready for a road trip. I see the mother/god son combo out and settle for shacking up with my mother and step father for the evening while Jun and Stuart run the information down and find me tangible leads. Anyone who says being woken up at four in the morning is a good thing needs genital punching in the worst way but I’m up and checking my phone as Jun has a name and a location of the man with the plan as it were. He also set up a meeting with him late last night and the other party checked my credentials with a time to meet this morning at nine. I figure nine will come sooner if I sleep a little more and that’s what I do till about seven. Showered, dressed, and armed with something from my personal inventory in Texas thanks to Jun and I’m out the door using Mom’s vehicle again. It takes an hour to get out of the city heading north and another near hour ...

... getting off the main roads and into back country. I follow the directions given and come upon a ranch a little similar to my sister’s but with less horses and more variety of animal. A few hands are working but a man showing up in a Mercedes is enough to draw attention on the agrarian setting. I approach the house and am called at from the barn. “Are you the one that wanted to have a sit down,” the man asks walking up towards me. He’s a good sized farm working man, maybe 6’2” but weighing about 250 pounds. Overalls and a beat up t shirt with work boots and a straw cowboy hat that has seen more years than I have round out the dress for the salt and pepper bearded man. “That would be me sir,” I reply extending my hand. “Henry Mulligan boy,” the man tries to crush my hand and finds firm grip instead,” Good grip, you work for a living. Now that I know I’m dealing with a working man let’s sit down and discuss business.” We head out to his barn where I watch him oversee training a hand in pig slaughtering. It’s humane mind you but the pig still tries to squeal and there is more than a little bit of blood dripping into a bucket when the man notes my expression. “Now that’s something I don’t see in city boys,” He says and I look at him with question,” You are a hard one aren’t you young man.” “I’ve dealt with problems in a similar manner before. If we could get done with your tests so we can discuss business I’d be grateful,” I state and Henry leads me out of the barn to walk his property. ...