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We spoke about father and the future over breakfast. She said “So things will be a little different now I guess.” I looked at her and said “I don’t think so, I mean I cant remember the last time he spent any real time here anyway.” She seemed a little taken aback and said “Well I guess your right but I think we need to really talk about things, you need to deal with this and not just move past it.” I said “Fine, lets talk about it then.” She could tell I wasn’t really interested and said “I tell you what, lets do your lessons for the day and we can talk about things tonight over dinner, Ill make something special for us and we can sit at the table and hash it out.” as she picked up my plate and hers, and took them to the sink to rinse them off before putting them in the dishwasher.
After lunch we had my lessons. She was such a great teacher. I loved learning from her so much more than I ever enjoyed it at school. Not to mention it was fun to watch her write on the dry erase board, her ass was perfect. I spent the day taking in information with occasional breaks to day dream about running my hands through her hair. Finally when my lessons where done and I had taken in as much info as I could in a day, she collected my work and dismissed me.
I spent a little time thinking about how our talk was going to go. I needed to change the subject off of father as subtly as possible. I think I might try to tell her that I have fallen in love with her tonight. I decided to go back out to the fort and try to come up with a way to trap the coyotes. After gathering my coat and getting my shoes one I ventured out to the fort, stopping to grab the shovel from the tool shed. It was a little strange knowing that Jennifer knew where the fort was, it was also scary knowing that the next time I am entranced in my work she could just wonder in. I walked out of the woods into the clearing. I always felt a little more clear headed out here. My thought was that I would dig the hole a little deeper and find a way to make it more difficult to get out. I pulled the tarp out and inspected my hole, it wasn’t as deep as it seemed the other night when I was standing in the bottom of it covered in dirt and sweat. I had an idea, I laid the tarp out again, the same way as before, except this time I placed rocks around it that I had found out in the woods. My hope was that when something fell into the hole, the rocks would come crashing down on top of it and disable it. I needed to catch this thing, I needed to play.
After rearranging everything I realized that I didn’t have any bait. Without bait there is no way the coyote would return after having fallen into the trap once. I needed something bloody and appetizing. I walked around the forest looking for anything dead that may be of interest to the coyotes and I just couldn’t find anything. I was so disappointed, it seems the coyotes have been clearing out my critters. I felt this need come over me, and anger that these things where in my territory and taking my kills. Just then I had a thought, I bet there is meat in the house I can take.
I ran full speed toward the house. This was going to work perfectly. I crashed through the back door and into the kitchen. I thought to myself “Oh no, Jennifers in here.” As I waved to her. She said “Excited about dinner?” I sniffed the air and could smell the Prime rib cooking. “You got a Prime Rib? You’re the best!” I walked over to her and hugged her so that my face fell between her breasts. I could feel myself moving my head back and forth a bit, and I think she did too because she promptly pushed me away. She said “Dinner at nine, that’s two hours, be there or be sorry.” I said “Yes ma’am!” with a little salute. She giggled and went back to what she was doing. I walked over to our huge refrigerator and pretended I was grabbing a soda. I was actually getting one of the fresh steaks that we kept in the freezer. I slid it into the pocket of my jacket, grabbed a soda and walked out of the kitchen waving bye to Jennifer. She yelled behind me “Two hours!”
This meat should be perfect. Its very fresh and bloody. “I need this plan to work, I need to release some of this tension.” I said out loud to myself as I walked back to the fort. It was already dark outside and I had to light my lamp to see when I got inside. I dug the squirrel head out from under the table and tossed it into the air. I rolled it around in my hands and admired all of the intracasies of it and the rotting flesh. It really is beautiful. I sat the steak down in the middle of the tarp and took the squirrel head to the corner where my tool box is. I pulled a small length of rope out and weeded it through the hole in the back of its head where I had scooped out its little brain, and out one of the eyes. I secured it to the sticks on the ceiling, out of reach of any intruders, so that I could make sure it would always be there for me. After I felt comfortable that everything was going to work out at the fort I started walking home. I still had about an hour so I took my time. I went a little out of my way to walk by the rock on the creek that me and Jennifer had our picnic on once. It brought back some beautiful memories. I strolled back to the house, replaced what I had taken from the tool shed and headed inside for dinner.
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