Chapter 11

“Am I interrupting something?” he asked with a big grin.

“The kid’s just got a taste of Daddy.”

“Be careful, George. You could get addicted to Daddy,” Cullen said. “I know Johnny and I certainly are.”

“Would you like another hit?” Daddy placed his hands on his hips and rolled his pelvis forward.

“After dinner, maybe,” Cullen said. “I’m sure you boys are starving.”

“The kid caught his first fish today.” Daddy pulled George to his feet and hugged him close. “I’m very proud of him.”

Cullen walked over and gave George a big kiss, tickling him with his beard. “Where is it?”

“Over there in the pond,” Daddy said, pointing.

Cullen walked to the pond with Daddy and George following and pulled the stringer out of the water.

“That’s his catch.” Daddy indicated the largest one and winked at George behind Cullen’s back.

“That’s a damn good, catch!” Cullen exclaimed. “I’m proud of you, too.”