Mummy & Daddy’s Naughty Diary (Erotica)

From there it will be cut into lumber and we will sell either wholesale or retail depending on the profit margin. There is no telling how much we can make out of this is it is handled right.”

“Okay Robert what is the split?” I asked.

“You get 10%”, Gayle interjected before Robert could comment.

“No Gayle, I told you that we were going to be fair about this!” Robert angrily replied. “John, for providing all the sweat equity you get 50%. Gayle and I will share the remaining 50%.”

Gayle Lambert appeared ready to chew nails from the betrayal her grandfather had just engaged in. She continued to glare at me for the rest of the evening as Robert and I discussed what we would need for the boat. Finally, we decided we had all equipment contingencies covered and I told them goodnight.

As I walked out. Gayle trailed behind me and stood on the porch as I walked down the steps.

“Mr. Perry!”

I turned around and looked up at her and even as she haughtily peered down at me I was struck again at her potential beauty.

“I just want to say Mr. Perry that I am not on board with you being partners with my grandfather and I. As far as I see, we are giving away money to have you on this venture. And as far as I am concerned the day my grandfather realize you are just baggage will be a happy day.”

It must have been a reaction to all the events transpiring that caused it but I lit in on her.

“Ms. Lambert, I don’t know who pissed in your cereal and I don’t fucking care. I came into your house at your grandfather’s invitation and you have been a total bitch the whole time. I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, but, to come out here and talk to me as though I was a dog is the last straw.

You don’t know what I’ve been going through and you don’t have any idea who I am as a person. I am tired of people shitting on me and if you think for a second that I’m going to let you shit on me, you’ve got another thing coming!”© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

As I stormed off I saw her with mouth agape and then rushing indoors. I suppose to tell Robert how I had mistreated her. I started to wonder what it was about me that pissed off women. I figured I would soon find out if Robert still was interested in being partners. If not, I would have to continue scrambling to earn a living.

When I arrived the next morning nothing was mentioned to me by Robert and the only indication of the previous evening tete a tete was a momentary glimpse of a redheaded wraith adorned in a Texas A & M T shirt slamming her bedroom door shut.

After our mutual flinch and waiting for the reverberation from the door slamming to cease, Robert and I both had the same junior high school boy smile on our faces. After that snicker, we continued discussing what we would need to transport the logs and what we would need for our sawmill. A couple of times we heard the door open and we buried ourselves in the paperwork as Gayle traversed through on whatever objective she was on.

The last time she went back into her room I made the comment that she sure was loyal to her school. Robert commented that since she had been back home that she had worn a Texas Aggie shirt everyday. I knew people that were fanatical about their schools, but, Gayle didn’t strike me as that type.

In a week, we had the boat outfitted and ready to go on a trial run. The construction of the sawmill would wait until we determined the feasibility of the venture. If we were not able to dredge up enough timber to make it profitable, Robert could turn around and resale most of the equipment and not sustain too much of a loss.

Me, on the other hand would continue to accrue losing a day wage until my finances would redline. I was desperate for this venture to work and start giving me some breathing room.

Robert after consulting with Gayle decided to go out on a small tributary where we would work unseen by others. As I appeared the next morning, I was surprised from the indications that Gayle was going with us. She had on yet another A & M shirt on as she packed the items she intended to carry in the bed of my pickup. So we all loaded up and drove out to a suitable place to launch the pontoon boat. Gayle sat in the back and didn’t participate in any of the conversation.

I drove the boat a short way and killed the engine. We slowly drifted and I picked up the large bamboo pole I had on the boat and started probing the pole into the water. After five minutes, a solid thunk was felt and we anchored the boat. I had my old scuba gear that I had bought when I was in the service, but, the water was shallow enough that my mask and snorkel would work.

I dove into the murky depth and feeling my way on the bottom I felt the slimy texture of a large object. As I felt along the curvature I estimated the girth to be bigger than my arm span. Then I quickly explored horizontally and estimated the length to be around sixty feet. I went to the surface and told Roger and Gayle that we had found our first log.

They excitedly ran the line from one of the winches and I dove again. I found a way to encircle the log with the wire from the winch and hooked the connection together. Then I surfaced again and climbed into the boat. Slowly and carefully I engaged the winch to start drawing the line in. After the slack caught up we became aware of the boat settling deeper into the water as the winch continued to strain. Soon the bow of the boat began dipping and the stern rose precariously.

Neither Robert nor Gayle had that much experience in a boat. I had as a teenager enjoyed going fishing many times in a bassboat. But never had I tried to land something this big. Still my experience at working with heavy machinery at my construction job gave me a clue on how to handle this even though it was a different application.

The boat continued to angle down and Robert and Gayle appeared anxious. I was as well, but, wanted to give a sense of confidence. Without warning, the inert suction holding the log to the bottom gave way and the line from the winch easily rolled in.

A light of anticipation appeared on Gayle’s face and as the tip of the log appeared in the sunlight for the first time in untold years, a hearty laugh came from Gayle. I was back in the water ready to run the second line around the log now tilted at an angle from the riverbed. I swam and tossed the winch line under the timber and swam to the other side to hook it up.

Once again I went to the surface and was at the controls of the second winch. Since the log was no longer stuck in the riverbed the second winch line came up easily and soon we had our first log strapped to the boat.

It was cause for celebration and Robert and I shook hands and patted each other on the back. Robert and Gayle laughed and hugged one another and me and Gayle… sorta stood beside each other uncomfortably until we drifted away from one another.

I slowly drove the boat toward the shallow end of the water near the ramp and we determined that we had dredged up a cypress tree. Gayle explained that was one of the more sought after timbers.

We continued going out that day and we finished with five cypress trees ready to be loaded and harvested. As we drove back we discussed how to proceed. The ice thawed and Gayle talked as long as it was business related and she directed her comments to Robert. We decided I would drive the boat directly to the site in the morning and continue harvesting logs. Robert and Gayle would go ahead and purchase the logging truck and bring it to the bank of the river.

By use of a loading arch, winches, and log tongs and chains on the log trailer the logs would be loaded unto the trailer whereupon we would deliver our first load to an existing sawmill and sell our load. With that capital outlay we would begin to construct our own sawmill.

I got up before dawn and drove back to the lake and launched the boat just as sunrise broke. I found the first log and dove back into the water not taking into account how chilly the water would be that early in the morning. I forced myself to complete latching up the log and got it ashore. I then scurried to my truck and turned it on and allowed the heater to combat the early signs of hypothermia. Clearly, there were still some lessons to be learned in harvesting the logs. Then I remembered my scuba gear on board and luckily the neoprene wetsuit still fitted me. It would be able to take the edge of the chilly water until I was warmed by the truck heater or the sun.

By the time Robert and Gayle arrived with the truck an additional ten logs had joined our trove. I backed the truck up and attached the tongs and chains that would assist the arch in winching the timbers up on the truck. It was arduous and inefficient, but it was the cheapest way to load until the scale of our business justified using a log crane. Since I was the only one with enough experience, Robert and Gayle watched my efforts.

As I finished chaining the last log, I overheard Robert asking Gayle if she still thought I was unnecessary to the operation. The silence was gratifying to me as Gayle continued to barely tolerate my presence. Finally, I had enough logs loaded for the first load. The remaining logs continued to sit in the shallow water awaiting their turn on the second load.

I drove the logging truck to the sawmill we had planned to offload the logs and where our expected buyer was waiting. Gayle and Robert drove ahead of me as we approached the logyard. The trailer was weighed and inspected by the buyer who finally threw out a number that I was agreeable to. There was where I saw Gayle earn her keep.

She reminded the buyer what the present price was and how demand was continuing to outpace supply. Also, the present rate did not take into account the grade and size of logs that we had transported. The buyer was going to get double the board feet from our logs and therefore would have to pay accordingly. They continued to dicker back and forth until they reached a number that duly impressed me and Robert.

Arrangements were made to meet and inspect the second load I would deliver and the buyer would have a check waiting on us. I scrambled back eager to get the second load on the trailer and in the logyard. The vast difference in pay made me willing to accept Gayle as a necessary evil. I could only hope she would reach the same accommodation with me.