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Kane pushed his bicycle back down the Zooter’s driveway and hopped onto the seat and began to peddle away. It would have been better to get no tip at all. It was like by giving one dollar the Zooter’s were showing him how unimpressed they were and serving a warning to expect more of the same next time. Despite generally enjoying the work, Kane found it all the more pleasurable when he got decent tips. The basic pay-packet wasn’t great, so every extra dollar counted.
Kane carried on pouting as he cycled. At least his shift was over for the evening and he could head back home for a session in front of the laptop screen.
‘It’s time I started getting this first draft done,’ Kane said to himself, hoping that speaking it out loud would help manifest it into reality. ‘I’ve got this. I just need to get it done!’
But before Kane could do any more manifestation attempts, he found his gaze drawn to something else. Something potentially very interesting indeed…
‘Is that… Cody’s bike?’ he said, stopping in his tracks and looking over toward a purple and white candy-striped cycle that was leaning up against a white picket fence. ‘I think it is!Perfect!’
Kane’s brain went into prank-mode and decided that it was time to take his Little friend Cody’s bike for a ride. If Cody was silly enough to leave it unattended like that, then he had it coming. The look on Cody’s face would be priceless too! Cody was always encouraging Kane to do bigger and better practical jokes, and Kane was sure that Cody would ultimately love to be a part of the joke himself. Some people couldn’t laugh at themselves, but what Kane loved so much about Cody was that he really didn’t take himself too seriously.
After the stinky tip, this little joke was going to be at least one positive thing about the evening’s work, Kane was sure of it.
Beaming a winning, mischievous smile from ear to ear, Kane affixed Cody’s cycle to the back of his and began to peddle home. With the excitement of the practical joke consuming him, all thoughts of working on the novel had been vanquished.
Instead of working on the new chapter, all Kane could think about was setting up his stuffie Coco as a cycle-napper and holding Cody’s cycle to ransom! The ideas began to flood into Kane’s brain at a rate of knots. He could send Cody anonymous messages with clues to where the bike was! It could be like a ransom or treasure hunt. It would be so much fun…
‘This is going to besoooogoooood!’ Kane laughed, pleased as punch with his prank and totally over the terrible tip he had received. ‘Kane the Little Prankster rides again!’
Chapter 2
‘What the hell ever happened to action movies?’ Mitch exclaimed, tempted to chuck the TV remote right through the screen. ‘I’ve seen better action down in the Cape Daddy Retirement Complex!’
Mitch Cavill wasn’t in a good mood. It was night time and he was all done surfing for the day. This meant he was at something of a loose end, and that wasnevergood for his mood.
Mitch was forty-four and almost certainly the most beastly built of all surfers in Cape Daddy. He was 6’5” and had the type of body that wouldn’t have looked out of place in a heavyweight boxing ring. With dark brown eyes and jet-black hair, Mitch definitely wasn’t exactly your typical surf dude.
The fact that Mitch was also a fan of cowboy hats and rugged plaid shirts was also pretty unique. But this was Cape Daddy, the Daddies expressed themselves how they saw fit.
But individual tastes aside, make no mistake, Mitch lived for the ocean. The feeling of getting on his board and riding some tubes was simply the best feeling in the world as far as Mitch was concerned. Which probably explained why Mitch ran his own surf school and took great pride in offering the safest, most well-regimented surf lessons for a hundred miles up and down the coast.
Many people thought of surfer’s as chilled out dudes with a mañana attitude. Mitch wasdifferent. He believed in rules, structure and attention to detail. Mitch didn’t like to compromise, and that was putting it mildly. The more relaxed surfers in Cape Daddy had often complained about him being stuck in his ways, and yet they all would ultimately accept that Mitch was an integral part of the scene and brought way more good than bad to the surfing community in Cape Daddy.
Yes, surfing was fun and full of thrills. But it had to be done safely. The ocean could be deadly, as Mitch knew all too well.
Mitch put the movie on mute and got up from his firm L-shaped corner couch. His cottage by the beach wasn’t exactly a luxury beachside residence by any means. There wasn’t a glass wall or marble floor to be seen, and with no underfloor heating it certainly wasn’t going to qualify for any boutique hotel standard awards.
Mitch’s cottage was all surf memorabilia, useful tools and repair kits, practical furniture and enormous refrigerators used to stock fruit, beer, and not much else. Mitch in many ways lived a spartan lifestyle. But he was happy - wellmostof the time anyhow.
Walking over toward the wooden-framed window that looked directly onto the beach, Mitch could see a fire burning and could also hear the sound of a gang of young surfers shouting and making merry.
‘God damned idiots. It’s too dark to be surfing,’ Mitch grumbled. ‘They need to be taught a lesson before someone gets seriously injured. Or worse.’
Mitch knew it was too dangerous to be out on the water at this time. But there was nothing he could do about it. This was difficult for Mitch though. As a Daddy, he believed that nothing was more important than respect, rules, and discipline.
Perhaps if he had a Little in his life to focus his dominant nature on, then the young surfers blowing off steam wouldn’t have annoyed him so much. But, sadly, Mitch was single.
The idea of having his own Little was never too far away from Mitch’s mind. Littles were sweet. They had the kind of petit bodies and peachy butts that Mitch wanted to warm up with the flat surface of his wide palm.
Mitch also had a long-held fantasy of getting hot and heavy in the ocean. Maybe it was a surfer thing. Or maybe it was wanting to bring his love of the ocean and his attraction to Littles into one very happy meeting place. Either way, the idea of rolling around in the waves with a cute boy was something that totally did it for Mitch.
Perhaps this fantasy explained why Mitch was so frustrated by seeing and hearing everyone else having so much fun down by the water. Either way, enough was enough. It was too annoying knowing what was going on down there.
Mitch decided it was time to call his friend and fellow Daddy Chopper to see what he was up to that evening. Anything had to beat crappy new-style action films and stomping around the cottage with nothing to do.
‘Hey, what’s up?’ Chopper said over the phone. ‘I thought you might call. Call it my Daddy Radar.’
‘Yeah sure. I’m bored. What’s going on?’ Mitch said, moving around the compact kitchen in an attempt to find a better signal.
