Chapter 9
SUTTON
The last four days have not been enjoyable, but the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach is finally gone.
The doctor warned me to try not to get hard for a while and not to ejaculate for seven days.
It hasn’t been an issue so far since swollen, painful balls aren’t exactly a turn on.
The rest of the week might be a struggle.
I haven’t gone this long without coming since…
well, ever. I’ll more than make up for it over the next few weeks since I’m supposed to come thirty times before going back for testing.
I’m not sure what’s gotten into Lila, but she’s been easier to be around.
Even fun sometimes. She’s been hanging out at home with me and Amos most of the day today.
I’d usually spend Sunday working at my property but it’s raining so we’ve been playing a few video games.
When Amos pulls out a joint, I’m surprised to see Lila put aside her laptop and scoot over to join us.
“I am telling your mother, young lady. Amos, you’re a terrible influence on her.”
She gives me a look but doesn’t reply. I couldn’t help myself. I haven’t forgotten what she said to me about being a bad influence on her brother.
“Ha, she was smoking in high school like the rest of us.” He hands it over to her.
“Well, well, Lila is a little criminal after all.”
She rolls her eyes at me as she takes a draw. “I am not a criminal.”
I can’t resist teasing her. “Come on, we’re all friends here. Tell the truth. I’ll bet you’ve even been handcuffed.”
“Sure I have.” She shrugs it off like it’s no big deal.
All eyes are on her as she hands the joint to me. “What?” Amos exclaims. “When were you arrested? Or were you detained?”
“Oh, you meant by police? No, never.”
“Gross, Liles! I didn’t need to know that!” Amos cries and starts putting on his shoes while Lila laughs at his reaction.
I’m not laughing. I’m too busy picturing her spread out on a bed, handcuffed and begging. The instant ache from my balls makes me regret it. Don’t get hard, for fuck’s sake.
“You don’t have to leave,” Lila says.
“Mandy is coming to pick me up.” A horn blows outside, and he hands the joint to me. “You two finish it. Got to go.”
“Don’t you want to ask to borrow Lila’s handcuffs?” I ask.
“Fuck off,” he groans while she giggles.
Once he’s gone, she goes back to her laptop, and I grab mine. She’s playing Third Place and I’m going to jump into it with her, not that she’ll realize it. With her headphones on, she’s in her own little world while she plays.
Her Small is named after her. Interesting.
When I go into the stats and personality settings, there’s some surprising stuff.
Promiscuous and outgoing, a wild rulebreaker.
Her job is a stripper. Living out some fantasies on here, are we?
Well, let me help test out that promiscuity tag.
I’ve modded my game with a lot of options and she probably hasn’t realized they’re now applicable to her neighborhood as well.
It also disables her ability to kick me out.
When Small Lila goes to work, I send my Small, Stone, to watch and tip her for dances.
He then shows up at her house, which isn’t a big deal since he lives across the street.
Small Lila shares her dinner with him, then asks him to leave.
I don’t want to give away that she can’t get rid of him, so I order him to go, but he shows up again when she goes to a nightclub.
Stone repeatedly dances with her. Lila has to know what his intentions are now.
The more time they spend together, the more of a relationship they build and the more likely they’ll hook up.
She chuckles to herself and moves her settings to auto, freeing the Smalls to do their own thing. At least freeing hers. She has no idea I’m controlling Stone. When she puts her laptop aside, I quickly minimize my screen so it looks like I’m playing a different game as she walks by me.
She returns with a bag of her favorite cookies and a drink. Guess the munchies kicked in. She sighs at the look I give her and hands over a couple of cookies, then returns to her laptop. I need to remember to buy more of these.
When I return to the game, my Small is standing in her living room like an idiot while she’s in her bedroom with another called One Night Standrew. Oh hell no. Did I just get outmaneuvered by this weasel?
Taking control of my Small again, I charge into the bedroom, pick up One Night Standrew, carry him outside, and chuck him in the street. Lila bursts into giggles as she watches.
She looks up at me when I raise my eyebrows at her. “My Third Place Smalls are wild tonight.”
“Really? What are they doing?”
“There are two new guys and both are trying to date my main Small. One called Stone keeps following her and another keeps trying to get her in bed.”
“You should go for Stone. At least he’s trying to woo her.”
“I’m not going for either of them. I’m going to see what happens.”
“What if he pulls out handcuffs?”
“Shut up,” she scoffs, and puts her headphones back on. She leaves her Small on auto and it’s my turn to laugh when she goes straight to mine and starts flirting. Mission accomplished. When we walk away from the keyboard, they’ll get together more naturally.
I can’t resist any longer. I pop into the inventory and grab a set of handcuffs. As soon as Stone holds them up, Lila yanks her headphones off. “You asshole!”
Blinking, I try my best to look innocent. “Hmm?”
“You’re Stone? When…how…”
All I needed was her screen name to request to join her neighborhood. It was easy. “You added me, remember? I thought you wanted to play together. It’s okay, we can be roommates here and neighbors there.”
“No the fuck we can’t.” She charges over to Stone and orders him to leave the neighborhood. Sometimes what the Smalls do on their own tops what we make them do. He begins to dance. Really shaking his little ass.
“What the hell?” she mumbles and gives the order again. Stone walks over and sits on her couch then waves to Small Lila.
“What did you do?” she demands, glaring at me.
“I may have a few mods installed. They apply to any neighborhood where Stone lives. He can’t be evicted.”
“Fine.” A devious grin grows on her face. Small Lila starts grabbing nearby objects and throwing them at Stone. He gets smashed in the head with a lamp, then a toaster. She goes out to the garage and when she returns, I burst out laughing. “Why do you have a flamethrower?”
While he’s being attacked, I keep control of Stone and make him sit calmly on the couch, unbothered. “You’re going to get the cops called if you keep it up,” I chuckle as she tries to set him on fire with no luck.
“Good idea.” She heads to a phone and summons the police. “If I can’t kill you or evict you, then they can lock you up.”
The most fun thing about this game are the mods. I have a ton of them installed, including one that not only keeps my Small from being arrested, but triggers another response. Two police officers show up, hand me a box of donuts and leave.
“Oh, I hate you!” She can say that but I saw her face when the cop handed over the donuts. She was trying not to laugh. She points her finger at me. “You’d better not mess with my neighborhood. And stop following me around.”
“You’re the one flirting, look.” Sure enough, as soon as she released her, Small Lila started making heart eyes at Stone.
“No! Get away from him.” She types furiously. “Go find One Night Standrew.”
We both play for another twenty minutes and she manages to keep our Smalls apart. When I log off and set my laptop aside, she isn’t far behind me. She probably trapped my guy somewhere, but that’s fine for now. This is going to be fun.
Lila declines when I offer the rest of the joint that Amos left, and goes to her bedroom instead so I finish it on my own.
The rest of her bag of cookies is too tempting. I do feel bad about polishing them off. Instead of tossing the bag, I scribble out an IOU, tuck it into the empty bag then put it back in the cabinet. I’ll replace them before she even realizes.
After a solid night’s sleep, I wake early and in a good mood.
I’ve been on light duty at work—driving the truck—since my vasectomy, but I’m back to my normal job today.
Not that we’ll be here much longer by the look of the weather.
We have heavy rain and thunderstorms predicted over the next few days.
As much as I like having some time off work, it’s screwing up my plans at my property. I’m getting very little done lately.
On most days, I bring my lunch to work, and today is no exception. We’re working in the city park area. Camron and Shawn join me at one of the picnic tables to eat. I’m looking forward to the fat roast beef sandwich until I bite into it. My teeth scrape against plastic.
“What the hell?” I open the sandwich to find the roast beef is missing. Camron and Shawn watch me pull out a slice of cheese from between the lettuce and onion. It’s still in its wrapper. The indentations from my teeth slightly obscure the words written on it.
I owe you three slices of roast beef.
They crack up laughing at me. “What did you do to your girl?” Shawn asks, pulling at his gray beard.
“If that was Amos’s prank, tell him well done,” Camron adds.
I guess she found her empty cookie package last night or this morning before I woke. That little brat. “Not my girl. Fucking Lila,” I chuckle, shaking my head as I take a picture of it then text it to Amos.
Me
I’m going to kick your sister’s ass.
After sending back a string of laughing emojis, he replies.
Amos
Good luck with that. Did you drink her last Dr. Pepper?
Me: Nope. Ate her last cookie.
Amos: That’ll do it.
“I don’t know her but I like her,” Shawn says as thunder begins to rumble. All three of our phones light up with a matching text from our foreman telling us to call it a day.
Good. Hopefully Lila isn’t home yet. It’s time for a certain polka dotted cup to make a reappearance.