Page 71 of Pigeon

“You only love my cock,” I retort and listen to her snort, then laugh.

“I do, very much, but that’s not all I love about you.”

Standing to finish undressing, I ask, “What else do you love about me?”

Ivy, doing the same as me, answers, “Everything.”

When we hear a dog barking, I realize we left Thor outside.

“Go clean up, honey. I’ll let Thor in,” I tell Ivy as I pull on a pair of boxer briefs and make my way back downstairs.

Pulling the back door open, I’m surprised that Thor isn’t standing there. Looking out across the yard and barnyard, I finally spot Thor standing near the bunkhouse, sniffing around the door. Calling his name, he eventually lifts his head and trots to me. Letting him in, I kill the lights and head to bed.

The alarm goes off early, and I groan as I reach out a hand to silence my phone. I promised Rex I’d come in early because we have a couple of installs to do today, and neither are going to be quick jobs. Reeves is meeting me at the office, and I don’t want to leave him waiting. Waking Ivy, we shower together and eat a quick breakfast of bagels.

“Thor going to work with you?” I ask.

“Yeah. Are you coming back here after work or meeting me at the rescue?” Ivy asks while looking out the window.

“I got Church first. Then I’ll stop by and see you. After that, I’m coming back here. Trigger’s probably coming too. He wants to bring the boys out and go fishing.”

“Sounds good. When you brought Thor in last night, did you go inside the bunkhouse?” Ivy questions.

“No, he was down there, but he came when I called him. Why?”

“Huh. There’s a light on in the bunkhouse, so I thought maybe you left it on,” Ivy answers while walking to the garbage can and tossing out her napkin.

Walking to the window, I look at the outline of the bunkhouse in the darkness but don’t see a light. Before I can tell Ivy that, a scratching can be heard at the door. Ivy opens it, and in walks the heelers. When Ted lived here, they stayed near the barn if Ivy wasn’t around. Now that he’s gone, and they’re welcome inside, they often show up at the door. They aren’t big on spending the night indoors, but they like the option they now have. Leaning down to give first Cody and then Annie a scratch, Ivy hands out a treat to all three dogs. Walking to her, I give her a kiss then make my way to my bike.

Walking into the security office, I stop at the front desk and glance through the work orders. Walking down the hall, I turn into Rex’s office to find him sound asleep on the couch in the corner. While trying to decide what evil method of waking him I’m going to employ, Reeves stops next to me, peering inside.

Grinning at each other, we walk quietly to the couch. My idea of sitting on Rex and pinning him down goes out the window when I see Reeves pull something from his pocket. My eyes go wide at this new possibility, and I nod eagerly in agreement. Pulling my phone out, I get it ready. When I nod, Reeves puts his evil plan into motion.

Standing as far back as the length of his arm will allow, Reeves presses the prongs of the small handheld taser to Rex’s jean-covered balls. Our poor boss’s body jolts and stiffens straight, so painfully so that I feel a little of it too in what I call ball sympathy. Eyes fly open, along with his mouth, but no sound emerges. After about two seconds, Reeves pulls the torture device back, and Rex’s body relaxes for a brief moment before he curls into himself. Body folding in half, both hands gripping his dangly parts, he moans long and loud. Body twitching, head thrashing, teeth chattering, he starts cursing. At first, his words are incoherent, incomplete sentences including words like murder, dead, and castrate before they become clearer.

“I’m going to fucking murder you dead after I castrate you fucking assholes.”

I clearly heard that sentence more than once as Rex has a tendency to repeat himself. When his body finally stops violently reacting to what happened to it, his eyes find Reeves.

“Work van’s loaded. Let’s go, brother!” Reeves shouts as we both make a break for the front door.

Not bothering to shut it behind us, we sprint to the van, dive inside, and lock the doors. Looking out the window, I see Rex stumbling out the door, one hand holding his injured parts, the other holding a handgun.

“He’s going to shoot us! Go! Go! Fucking go!” I shout to Reeves.

Reeves starts the van and floors it, spraying gravel as it slides sideways down the drive. When I hear a gunshot, metal striking metal, I duck instinctively. The fucker just shot at us and hit the van somewhere. Reeves never lets up on the gas, and while I hear a few more shots, none hit us. Nearly falling out of my seat from the wild turn Reeves makes, I hang on for dear life. Just as I start to relax, I recognize a new threat coming down the street toward us.

“Fuck me, we’re going to die!” I tell Reeves in a panic.

“Nah, we’re good. We’re out of firing range now,” he answers before starting to laugh hysterically.

“That’s Lucy’s car coming at us, and I think Tessie’s the driver! Abort! Abort!”

Reeves, realizing I’m right, cranks the steering wheel to the right, and the van careens through the ditch, bouncing wildly, up the other side, through a fence, and stops when it strikes an electrical pole. I would have most likely had my head slammed through the windshield except that the wild ride through the ditch unseated me. Ending up on the floorboard probably saved my life. Looking to see if Reeves is alive, I see him still gripping the steering wheel, staring straight ahead.

Trying to unwedge myself from between the seat and dashboard, I hear a tap on the window. When the door opens, I see Lucy and Tessie standing in the opening, looking me over first and then Reeves. With Lucy being so short, we’re on eye level with each other. I’m shocked speechless when she reaches out and thumps me on the forehead with her tiny fist.

“Why did you take to the ditch?” she asks Reeves, and I’m wondering why she’s not thumping his forehead since he’s the driver. I’m an innocent victim in all of this.

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