Free Owned by Scott Hildreth

After a while, he turned and looked back at me. When he did, I kicked my feet onto the dash. I looked ahead. Minimal Kansas highway traffic. We were out of town now, in the country. I spread my legs as wide as I could, and started fingering myself.
    I closed my eyes.
    My legs spread wide, I slid my fingers in and out of my wet pussy as fast as I could. I pressed my palm against my clit, and held it there, pressing hard.
    “Oh my fucking God, Erik, I’m going to…”
    “Cum…”
    I fingered as fast as I could.
    “Fuck yes.” I screamed.
    “Fuck Yes.”
    “Fuck.”
    “ Yeeeeesssssss!” I screamed, and started again as fast as I could move my hand.
    He down shifted.
    “Fuck…Oh…my…”
    He downshifted twice.
    “God.”
    He downshifted.
    I’m…going…to…”
    He downshifted. I felt the car turn left, and the unmistakable rumble of a rural Kansas gravel road.
    “Cum.” I sighed.
    I felt the car roll to a stop. I opened my eyes as he unbuckled his belt.
    And then he turned off the key.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    GENE. There have been things in my life that I have known and things that I have thought. Mentally separating these knowing the difference helps me make decisions that are generally good ones. I think , compared to most men, that I am a good man. I know I try to be. I know that. I think that god forsaken war I fought in was a bad idea. I don’t know it, because I haven’t polled every Vietnamese citizen to get an idea of what they think.
    “And what part is it that you play in my daughter’s life?” I looked him dead in the eye.
    “Well sir, we’re currently seeing each other,” he stammered.
    “Daddy, we’ve been together for the summer,” Kelli interrupted.
    “Baby, I was trying to talk to him . He says you’re seeing each other . You say you’re together . Women, a lot of times, see what it is they want to see. I see what is real, and I can smell bullshit a mile from here. So, Mr. Eads, what is it?” I raised both eyebrows and waited for him to speak.
    “Ead, sir. It’s Ead, there’s not an ‘S’. We have been seeing each other since the day we met, early in the summer. As we speak, we are together. My apologies, I will try to be more concise,” he said as he adjusted himself in his chair.
    Some people are arrogant and some are just sure of themselves. This son-of-a-bitch seemed arrogant to me. If he wasn’t, he was real damn close. The difference to me between arrogance and confidence is in the knowing. Arrogance is thinking you’re able, and confidence is knowing you are.
    “You consider yourself arrogant, son?” I leaned over the arm of my chair with my chin in my hand.
    “Daddy!” Kelli whispered.
    “Arrogant? No sir. I’m an extremely confident man,” he looked me in the eye when he spoke.
    “What’s the difference? To you, what’s the difference?” I stood from my chair.
    He stood, held his hands at his side, and offered his thoughts, “Well sir. To me arrogance is being full of self-pride or self-esteem that more than likely is false. When a person is so full of self-esteem that it is overbearing, they’re arrogant. When someone is sure of self, and still maintains a little humility in their life, they’re confident. It’s easy to be confused until you know me, but I assure you, I’m not an arrogant man.”
    Well, if nothing else, he had good posture. He stood erect and like a military man when he spoke.
    “What’s your position on guns?”
    “What about them sir?”
    “You know what a gun is, don’t you?” I asked over my shoulder as I walked into the kitchen.
    “Daddy, please,” Kelli said softly.
    “Well, he doesn’t quite answer questions well. I don’t believe in beating around the bush, Ead. I’ve had one dream for the last twenty-two years, and that’s for my daughter to take over the dealership. You’re not asking me to change that, but you’re sure asking me to alter it. I think I deserve to know a little bit about this