Small World

Down and Dirty

Muddy swamp monsters, that's what we looked like once B carried me out of the pit. Take that back; B looked like one. Jozie insisted I looked like cousin IT from the Adams family after a mud bath.

B just nods his head in agreement with Jozie then starts barking orders. Kolby take my truck back. Little Bit hop on the wheeler with me cuz ain't no way in hell that muddy butt, no matter how cute, is getting back in my truck today.

When we make it back to the cabin, a few people I can't full see we're sitting around the first fire of the day. B must have been able to see the confusion on my face. I'll make introductions after we clean up. I stop in my tracks. I don't want to go in the house like this.

Oh we're not darlin. That's about the time I'm assaulted with ice cold water from the hose off the side of the garage. I shrieked so loud Jozie and Justin came running around from the back to check on me.

Some help you two are I say through chattering teeth. I turn back to B. Don't forget Gilbert you're just as muddy and need hosed down too. With those words I lunge for the hose somehow managing to snatch it from Bs hand. I all but drownd him until he throws me over his should yet again ripping the hose from my fingers as he carries me in the garage.

Closing the door behind him he sits me down on the work bench and slides his shirt over his head. I can't help but admire the toned tan muscles and ink as he rings out shirt. Like what ya see he all but purrs at me.

That's when I realize I've been holding my breath. I'd have to be binds not to. I somehow manage to answer. He chuckles at me while helping me down. Grab a towel from the dryer and toss your wet cloths in the washer. You can use my shower. Ill use the one in the basement. With that a half naked Brantley walks away leaving me frozen in place.