I may even hold a broom, a mop, and a dustpan.
What place that has boxes and cans and dustpans is meaningful to us? Our kitchen? No, that feels like it would be too obvious.
The pantry in the clubhouse!
The memory of the first time Duchess and I explored each other . . . intimately . . . floods back. We didn’t have sex that day, but it was the first time she saw my cock piercing and gave it one hell of a hello with her tongue.
Not bothering with a coat, because I will be going right inside again, I slide my cut on, drop my phone in the inner pocket, and off I go.
Once I’m off our porch, I jog toward the back doors furthest from our cabin, but closest where the pantry is. I push the swinging kitchen door open and am met by my sister, Sunshine, and her six year old daughter, Opal.
“Hey, ladies,” I say with a wave.
“Hi, Uncle Whiskey.” Opal waves as she shuts the fridge, holding a bottle of water. “Whatchya doin’?”
“I’m on a treasure hunt!” I hold up the bundle of papers in my hand.
“Cool! Happy birthday!” she exclaims. “Bye!” And she’s off.
Sunshine leans against the counter, her arms folded. She looks like she’s about to burst out laughing but is stopping it with just an extra big smile on her face. She actually looks like she’s keeping a secret of her own. “A treasure hunt, huh?”
“My woman is apparently making me hunt for my birthday present.”
I head toward the pantry as she calls out, “Love you, big brother. Happy birthday!”
“Love you too, sis!” I holler back.
The pantry door swings open and shut as I walk through it. And right there straight ahead is another black envelope, this one with three heart stickers, propped up against a big can of green beans. I open it up, pull out the white card, and read my next clue.
I never get angry, but I do get hot.
It’s the perfect place for a pan or a pot.
Hot . . . Pans . . . Pots . . . The oven and stove!
I don’t remember seeing anything on the stove when I was just in there, but I guess I wasn’t really looking for anything either. I was distracted by the girls, then beelined it in here. It’s time to check it out.
Sure enough, sitting right there on the stove top is a large white box I’d recognize anywhere. Duchess’s cupcakes. And as soon as I flip open the lid, I know exactly what all these flavors are. Each time a Brother claims a new Old Lady, my Old Lady dedicates a cupcake flavor at her bakery to them. While there hasn’t been a flavor she’s made that I don’t like, there is one that will always be at the top of my favorites list—the smokey bourbon chocolate cupcake!
I can’t not eat one, right? It is my birthday after all. I grab the one with the biggest piece of salty bacon bark and eat the whole thing in three bites. Damn, it never gets old.
I remember the first time Duchess baked these for the club. This was before she was my Old Lady, right after I moved her into the clubhouse, and before she decided to give everyone their own flavor. What made these special, is she made them because of me.
Spotting the next black envelope tucked under the bottom of the box, I pull it out and see four pink hearts. This must be how she’s keeping the clues in order. I open it up and read my next riddle.
I’m filled with feathers or other soft fluff.
To sleep without me can be quite rough.
Feathers, fluff, and sleeping . . . A pillow!
Does that mean I have to go back to our bedroom? Other than my old room here in the clubhouse, which is now used by another Brother, I don’t sleep anywhere else. Back home I go.
As I walk, I put all the cards back into their specific envelopes, and into the correct order. Back inside our cabin, I go to where this journey started and find a heavy, black box on my pillow. It’s an about twenty by twenty square and five or six inches tall. I try to pick it up but the lid comes off instead. Inside is a book, maybe a photo album, so I pull it out and flip to the front page.
Holy shit! It’s Duchess—sexy pictures of Duchess!
I flip page after page after page and all I see is my wife and her beautiful skin. In some pictures she is wearing very see through lace, in others she is wearing absolutely nothing, but the last half dozen pages instantly are my favorite. My wife, my Old Lady is wearing her Property cut andonlyher Property cut.
