“Tank, your lady wants to give it a try?” one of the organisers asked.
“My little lady has never done this before,” I replied, giving her an out if she wanted to.
“Don’t be shy.” He encouraged.
“Only if you want to.” Max removed her jacket and handed it to me. I gave her a quick peck on the lips.
“For luck,” I said as she moved forward, and the man began to harness her.
The bitch that had tried to jump me rushed forward to be her challenger, and I smirked, knowing this was not going to end well for that chick; my girl can hold her own, even if she hadn’t done it before. She was strong and coordinated.
“Bring it on, cow.” The chick spat at Max, her spit landing at her feet. Max looked at her like she was not concerned, having been called worse before.
“Ready, Set, Go!” Just like I had explained to Max, she raced forward. The other chick was being pulled back, but Max had a sudden surge. She took the can from the podium as if it were no effort at all, and let the cord pull her back, holding the prize up high, as she had for me. I raced forward and lifted her, still in her harness, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, and threw her head back laughing.
I carried her back to the starting line so that the harness could be removed.
“We have a new champion, everyone. Tank, what’s your ole lady called?” Cheers rang out as I gave the man Max’s name; she was still grinning over her achievement.
“We have a beer each now, want to sit and watch and drink it, or wait for later?” I asked, smiling at her glowing cheeks.
“My legs feel like rubber.” She said, not answering my question.
“Want me to carry you? Piggyback?” I chuckled at the roll of her eyes at my suggestion, but I was being serious; I would carry her about if she needed it or wanted my help.
“Okay, Piggyback, then I can see what’s going on around us, and you can explain stuff to me.” I squatted down, and she scrambled. I hosted her a couple of times to get her comfortable, then moved on to the next event. For us, that one was over, while others will continue to try to reach the cans of beer.
Max giggled a lot, while on my back, I loved that she was such a bubbly person; it was hard to believe she didn’t mingle much. When given the chance to enjoy herself, she was fun to be with.
We were watching some guys throwing horseshoes for money, but that didn’t appeal, so we moved to the next one, and it was more of a style that appealed to us, some balancing game, running a miniature obstacle course that had rolling logs and water traps. We were both laughing at the way they fell. Some fell in silence; others let out a yell or scream, but what we both agreed on was that when one fell, and he called out Jeronimo as he hit the ground, I think he became a crowd favorite.
Bored watching, we were headed back to find the crew. It was getting late, and time to relax a bit. Max tapped my shoulder and informed me she needed the bathroom, so we went there first, and I relieved myself while waiting for her return.
“Hey, handsome, need a hand with that big boy?’ A busty blonde looked over the hessian protection to look at my junk, and asked, in a voice she must have thought was inviting, but one look at her was a turn off.
“I can manage, thanks,” I replied and continued to pee. I noticed Max was looking at me, her face looking stormy.
“You sure? I can help lighten the load.” She purred, trying to make herself sexy, and failed. My little lady doesn’t need to try as hard as this chick was.
“Nope, I am sure.” I had finished and was tucking myself away.
“Oh, don’t put it away, let me give you a little taste of what I can go for you.” She continued to annoy me.
“I strongly suggest you move your flimsy body away from my man, before you are face-first on the floor licking up what he just pissed out,” Max said, in a polite, calm voice that I had since learned was a voice you don’t want to be the receiver of.
“Come on, honey, surely you can share. He looks big enough to sate both of us.” She turned to look Max up and down.
“Last chance to back away.” She warned in a softer voice.
She moved to put her hands on Max’s chest. I was unsure what the chick had intended, but in the blink of an eye, she was face-first on the floor, as Max had promised, her nose touching the hessian fence, right where I had just pissed.
Max POV
Tank never seemed to tire, having me on his back, I was surprised how long he held onto me, chatting away and pointing things out as we made ourselves around the place, checking out the different games going on, but not joining any this time round, none of them appealed enough to make me want to climb off Tank’s back. He seemed to have endless energy.
I was getting tired, and I must have yawned too often, prompting Tank to suggest we return to the others.
The bathroom first, and then hopefully I won’t need to go again before bed.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.