“How about you and I set up the kiddie pool, then you can help us grill?”
“Can I light it?” Fuck’s sake, this is probably why Raven said no more. He’s got her smarts and my need to use my hands in any kind of fashion. Next he’ll be askin’ for a goddamn knife.
“If you don’t tell your mother and you let me help,” I barter with him. She’ll figure it out soon enough that he’s doing shit like this, but for now it’ll be our secret.
“Yes!” he squeals. Both water guns are still in his hands, and then he’s shooting them at Shovel, blasting him right in the face.
“I’m gonna get cha, squirt.” He runs after him. I guess I’m lucky we didn’t have a little girl, or I’d really be screwed. Now, if I could just get Raven to finally agree to marry me. Not that it matters, she’s my Ol’ Lady. I still wouldn’t mind us all having the same last name. One day, I’ll wear her down enough. Until that time comes, I guess I’ll have to tighten up on my negotiating skills, and we all know she loves my orgasms. I’m thinkin’ tonight might just be the night I’ll deny her until she says yes.