My Little Queen

He blushed, his hazel eyes looking soft and shy. I could see he had a little pink, almost clear, gloss on his lips and he licked them as I worked on his locker. He glanced around. “Do you still have that present for me, Daddy?” I didn’t look up, his locker was really stuck and I was working on it pretty intently.

“I do, my sweet little girl. When are you gonna’ come get it?” He was blushing furiously now and I continued, “You never told me your name either.” He was puzzled, I could see, eyes darting all over and his nipples getting hard. “You know my name.” I smiled as the locker started to come unstuck, “I know your boy name. I don’t know your girl name, baby.”

He was really squirming as I opened his locker. “Tabitha”, she said in her soft little sissy voice.” In that moment she must have realized that he was gone and she was who she could be forever. Her locker had exactly one notebook in it. A notebook with a pen stuck in the spiral. “Well, Tabitha, why don’t you come to my house tonight?” She was really fidgety. “I have to work until eight but my parents are out of town and they think I’ll be at a friend’s house so, yeah, ok.” I told her my address, three towns over. She scribbled it in her notebook and I went back to work.

After work I stopped for a couple beers with the guys, none of who knew, then, about my secret life. I was a vet and a loner and that was fine with them. I lived in another county, in the woods, on a lake and they all stayed in town watching football and having barbecues. We all got along, I could talk trash about chicks, and it was cool.

I got home around six and tidied up. My house was always neat, not a pigpen like a lot of bachelors. I put some beer, wine and proseco in the fridge. I changed the sheets on my California King and did some laundry. About seven I took a shower and changed into clean jeans and a plain white tee. It was the middle of June but still cold at the lake. I turned on the lights at the dock and in the drive, above the barn and garage. It wasn’t lit up like a carnival but she wouldn’t miss it. The last house on a cul de sac that had three houses on several acres a piece. My neighbors left me alone and vice versa.