Page 30 of Over Time Advantage

“Open it now,” I command. Why is that fucker getting my daughter gifts? I thought they hated each other, which makes me extremely happy. Gift-giving does not.

She slowly and reluctantly opens it, cringing when she sees the contents. It’s a box with what looks like over a thousand wrappers of something I can’t make out. When Pierce sees it, his face turns bright red, and he lets out a nervous laugh. Ginny gasps.

“What is it?” I ask.

Kennedy sighs. “It’s not a big deal, but I did an ad for female prophylactics recently. Daylen is trying to embarrass me in front of you. This is his childish way of messing with me because I had dick pics of him posted on the internet a few weeks ago.”

My jaw tics. “And why exactly do you have pictures of his dick?”

She rolls her eyes. “It wasn’t his actual dick. It was a micro-penis that I had doctored to look like it belonged to him. Trust me, I would never in a million years touch his disease-riddled dick. I have plenty of other dick in my life. I don’t want or need his.”

I exhale a breath in frustration. I doubt any other family is sitting around their Christmas tree opening gifts and talking about disease-riddled dicks or the amount of dick their daughter is getting.

God help me.

Lloyd: Merry Christmas, angel face.

Kennedy left shortly after gifts were exchanged, but Ginny and Pierce stayed for the day while we watched Christmas movies together in my home theater. We ordered takeout Chinese food and had a relatively peaceful day. Pierce’s mood was significantly better than last night. He wore his new sweatshirt with pride.

I’m now alone, and all I want is a glass of wine and my girl. Depending on how the playoffs go for us, my season will be over sometime between mid-January and early February. When it is, I’m going to ask her to meet in person. It’s time. I have real feelings for her and want to see where this goes.

Diane: Merry Christmas. Can one already be hungover at ten at night?

I chuckle.

Lloyd: Have you been drinking? Are you already on Santa’s naughty list for next year?

Diane: Maybe I like being a little naughty from time to time.

Just like that, my dick hardens at the thought of naughty Fallon. I can’t help but imagine her in naughty Santa lingerie. Her full breasts, her naturally puffy lips, her curvy hips, her⁠—

My dirty thoughts are broken by the ping of my phone. I look down at it.

Diane: I’ve been drinking since first thing this morning. We had some guests in their twenties who like to spend Christmas Day drinking. I’m too old for this shit.

Lloyd: How old are you?

I love this running joke of ours. Of course I know she’s thirty-nine, but it’s become fun.

Diane: Old enough that I had to get my camera film developed at a store.

Lloyd: Ah, but did you have to wait a week or was it only an hour?

Diane: An hour.

Lloyd: That’s a big clue. I had to wait a week.

Diane: How old are you?

Lloyd: Old enough that I still remember the phone numbers of all my childhood friends, but I can’t remember the password I created yesterday.

Diane: LOL. So true. Really, Lloyd, how old are you?

Hmm, maybe I should be a little more specific. Nah, I like this game too much.

Lloyd: Old enough that I once bought ten CDs for a penny. Unfortunately, it took ten years and hundreds of dollars to cancel that subscription.

Diane: Lloyd! Just tell me. It’s all I want for Christmas.