1. Late Night Movies (chapter 8)


    Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: oregazm, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    greeted my Dad warmly. “Hey Frank.” Daddy greeted. “Hey Yourself!” Frank called back. “Haven’t seen ya in a while!” he said and sk** his little portable black and white TV within view of the taller folk. He sincerely seemed delighted to see my Dad and all of us. Frank was always really nice. “Ya guys gonna play today? Ya want me to get Emma so Robbie can have someone to keep him company?” he asked. I dreaded the question. Emma was Frank’s daughter and 3 years younger than me. Absolutely silly and fun but right now wanted to be with the grownups. Normally when my parents and Chris would go play I would practice at the driving range with Frank’s wife Danelle or practically babysit Emma while they ran the business. “What’s the sc ore?” My father asked while approaching the counter and then went on, “Naw. Robbie’s gonna ride with us today.” And when he reveled this bit Frank took notice. I smiled proudly as he looked at me and then to my father. “Ahhh okay.” He said smiling at me. “And it’s a bit of a different day…” My Dad went on. “I need ya ta shut ‘er down.” He said casually. When he heard this Franks eyes lit up wide. “What!? Den you gotta be k**den me. It’s SATURDAY!” He said with an extreme emphasis. I mean, this is my business here ya gotta give me a little…” He looked at Daddy and coward visually after a moment, breaking the contact. “Seriously?” he went on. “Completely!?” “Well not COMPLETELY.” Daddy said. “I mean if they’re local, you know ‘em, they’re IN the town…” ...
    Daddy’s emphasis on the word really caught my attention. “Then yeah, let ‘em play. But nobody behind us for a bit, got it?” Daddy looked at Frank sternly. Frank didn’t reply. “Wow…” was all Daddy said before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his checkbook. “What’s projection for today? …don’t highball that shit on me either.” Daddy looked frustrated. “Ahhh c’mon Den I mean it’s just like…” Frank hesitated. “I got Saturday at three thirty…” he said, hesitating to look at my dad. I had no idea what they were talking about. “Fuck it. This is bullshit, and you know it’s bullshit Frank. Just remember that next time it comes around.” While he was talking my Dad put his checkbook back in his back pocket and came back from the same pocket with his wallet. He opened it up, sifted through some cash and took out a few bills. He laid one, two, three, and four on the counter. “THERE! Now don’t gimme any shit even though I KNOW that projection is bullshit! Even so you’re fifty dollars over! Now shut the bitch down.” Frank smiled and hesitantly took the bills off of the counter and placed them in his back pocket. “I mean I would… it’s just the damn…” he couldn’t finish a sentence. “Don’t worry ‘bout it Frank. And you’re welcome to watch on the 7th if ya want.” Daddy said before knocking on the counter and turning to go out the door facing the first tee off. Frank was smiling so brightly I almost forgot ANYthing had transpired. Not that I understood what in fact did. Just then a ...
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