Page 62 of Pooh

“Where were you playing?”

“In the sandbox by Miss Ava’s house. Me and Gee found it while we were waiting for Bella.”

“Oh shit! That’s not a sandbox, Craig. That’s Gee’s litter box! He goes potty in there,” replies Ava giggling a little.

All eyes swing Craig’s direction now that we know it’s not mud he’s covered in. Oh, fuck no! He’s coated in pig shit. And he’s my responsibility today. I turn my eyes to Ava and put my best smile in place.

“Ava, how much would it cost me for…”

“You don’t have enough money to get me to clean him up for you, Pooh. Love you to death, but not that much! You’re on your own with this one,” she giggles and then gags a little and makes a fast exit back into the kitchen.

“I’m not taking a shower! Or a bath! No way!” Craig shouts before running for the door. Due to him being covered in shit, not one person makes a grab for him either. Gee takes off in pursuit with Loki following at a distance. Well fuck! I’m going to have to actually wrestle the little monster out of his shitty clothes and into a shower.

In a last-ditch effort to save myself, I turn to Gunner and say, “Fucking prospects should have to catch and clean that kid! They’re the ones who didn’t clean out Gee’s sandbox!”

Gunner grins and I know I’m screwed. The rest of the guys start chuckling because they know it too.

“Remember that time that both my girls out-shit their diaper capacity at the same time, Pooh? They had shit all the way up to the back of their heads and you laughed your ass off at me as you bolted for the door. Remember that, brother? Yeah, good times. You’re catching and cleaning that little munchkin on your own while we get to sit back and enjoy. But I will get the prospects to clean out the sandbox.”

Fuck my life!

Ava takes pity on me and returns to the room to toss a pair of latex gloves at me before laughing all the way back to the kitchen. Bailey walks in from the main entrance and makes it about twenty feet into the room before she stops dead and her face goes pale. Axel starts her way, but isn’t to her yet, when she starts gagging and runs back out the door. I cringe at the horrible sounds that tiny woman is making. Chubs jumps up and starts opening windows. I have to go kid hunting.

Walking around the compound, I don’t see Craig anywhere and I know calling his name will only make him hide even better. So, I keep my eyes open while looking for Loki and Gee. It doesn’t take long and I spot Loki, lying on his belly, near Petey’s deck. I approach, give Loki a pat on the head, and drop down to my knees to look under the deck. At the back, against the house, is Craig and Gee. I go to part the bushes for a better look, and find that they have thorns. Son of a bitch! I jerk my hands back and hear a little boy giggle.

“Think that’s funny?” I ask him.

“Yup! It’ll be even funnier to watch you try to squeeze in here to get me! Good luck with that, Pooh Bear!”

“Come on out here, Craig. We have to get you cleaned up before Pippa and Tammy get here. Miss Ava is making a great dinner for us and you don’t want to miss that, do you?”

“Not hungry. Can’t reach me, can you?” he taunts.

“Craig, I’m not joking now, buddy. Come on out.”

“No.”

“Craig! I need you to come out here,” I try again.

Silence. Well, silence and a few pig grunts.

I sit back on my knees and look up to see Trudy standing on the deck above me, smiling ear to ear. I see her eyes drift behind me and I know the whole damn club is probably standing there enjoying my dilemma. Fuck this. That kid is getting a bath one way or another!

“Come here, Gee! Come!” I say and watch as Gee pushes his jiggly body out from under the deck in a space a few feet away from where I’m kneeling. He snorts at me and walks over to where Loki is still lying.

“Last chance, Craig. Come out or I’m coming in after you. Or, I’ll get the hose and clean you from here. Your choice,” I warn him.

“I don’t think I want to, Pooh Bear,” he smirks.

Here goes nothing. I pull on the latex gloves, drop to my belly and start crawling through the thorniest fucking bushes ever. I can feel the thorns grabbing onto my shirt and tearing through. I keep crawling until I snag on something and I’m now stuck half under the deck. I try moving forward. Nothing. I try moving backward. Nothing. I hear someone trying to smother their giggles above my head. Thanks, Trudy! Then Craig starts snickering when he realizes I’m stuck just out of reach of him.

I reach down and under me and find that my belt has hung up on a sturdy branch of some sort. The kind that has fucking thorns on it and I’m getting shredded. I try to unstick my belt but I have very little room to move my arms and shoulders. I try to unbuckle my belt, but I don’t have enough room to lift up to accomplish that goal. I’m fucking stuck!

“What are we going to do now, Pooh?” asks Craig.

“I’m going to get loose and then cover you in so much soap, dirt will never stick to you again!”

“Not going to happen!” he shouts back.

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