Pyke — Chapter 43

PYKE

“Babe, I don’t think this is a good time.” The bolt of electricity sends through my cock when Camila strokes me through my bulge. I can come in my jeans if she will continue stroking me just the way I like it.

“And why is that?” She seductively bites her bottom lip. She knows exactly I can’t say no to her.

“We’ll gonna be late for Levi’s game, you know that,” I say, trying to distract myself but fail so when she begins to unbuckle my belt and unzip my jeans.

“This won’t take long, trust me, Love,” she says confidently, pushing my jeans and boxers down to my knees.

My hard and thick cock springs freely. Camila quickly down on her knees, making my cock jerks with anticipation. This is not her first time, but still, it excites me considering she sucks like a pro.

God help me.

I grab the edge of the dresser for support as I watch her teasing me. She grabs the base of my cock, stroking it slowly while her eyes are glassy looking up to me.

“Aren’t you too excited, Pyke?”

“Always, Babe, but you don’t have to do this.” Despite my protest, I still find myself following her stroke, moving my hips forward to feel the friction of our skin.

I gasp, cursing under my breath when she licks the pre-cum glistening at the tip of my cock.

“Babe,” I groan, throwing my head back when she takes me in, in a long fluid motion.

God, she looks incredibly hot with her mouth gripping my cock tightly. Her mouth is so slick, soft, and widely stretched like how I imagine her on our first met. My balls tighten, building my orgasm.

My eyes cross, I’m not going to last long. Fuck me! It makes me already hazy with satisfaction. I don’t really care if we’re going to be late for the game, all I want is to make us come together.

“Babe, I need to be inside you,” growling, my fists crack at my sides.

Camila sucks me hard one last time, then releases me with a pop. Still glistening with her saliva. I gesture my finger to turn around. “Perhaps you can push down your panties, too.”

“My pleasure.” She stands up, licks her lips, and yanks up her red dress to her waist. Pushing her panties down without a second thought, she turns around giving me the full view of her round ass.

“Fuck!”

She spreads her legs wide, hands on the edge of the bed as she bends herself with her over the knee boots on.

I grip her waist while my free hand finds her wet, warm, and swollen pussy. I push my finger inside, pumping her with few strokes and pull out back when she’s ready enough.

Aligning my cock into her opening, I push it slowly and bury deep as far as she takes me in, filling her completely. Holding still, I take a deep breathe not to come right away. Then I begin to move in a slow stroke.

“Don’t go slow, Pyke.”

I do as she wants, pumping her fast and hard until we both come and fall together to the floor while catching our breath.

***

“I thought you two will ditch me.” Liv kisses Camila on her cheek and hugs me after.

“Sorry, we’re late. I’m not gonna miss the last high school game of my brother, Mom. We just caught in traffic,” Camila says as she sits between us.

I chuckle at her lying to her mom. I feel her hand gripping my knee to shut up.

“You’re right, Babe, it didn’t take a long time, indeed. I admire your time management. The game is just about to start,” I whisper.

“Shut up.” She slaps my knee playfully. Obviously, she still has a post-orgasmic glow on her face, and it doesn’t go unnoticed to her mother.

“I was not born yesterday, Cam. I know how sexually active are young people like you. Fulfilling your partner sexually is always a strong foundation for your relationship.”

“Oh, please, Mom. Let’s not talk about sex when Pyke is around.” Camila covers her face with her hands, shaking her head repeatedly.

I laugh, seeing Camila embarrassed in front of her mom is priceless. I’m happy for her, and they seem to get along well. She talks to her mother and Levi every day after her work and before going to bed.

Liv and Levi came to her apartment to celebrate the judge's decision. Everyone was there including my parents. Levi immediately gets along with Kyland like brothers. I proposed properly to her on that night and that’s the highlight of the evening. I’m more than happy that she likes the ring I designed for her.

As she promised, Camila starts seeing a therapist for a week now.

The announcer finally calls the players. The stadium roars, whistles, stomps feet, cheers, and boos as the guests run to the field with their blue and white uniform. Then the home players enter. The crowd goes crazy, more roaring—it feels like yesterday when I was in high school, and now I’m about to watch my fiancee’s brother which never in my life I imagine this coming.

Camila stands up and yells, “Whoo! That’s my brother!” She even jumps with excitement. I’m amazed at how she’s supportive of her brother that she just met two weeks ago.

“They’ll gonna win, Pyke!” She continues jumping like a schoolgirl.

“Perhaps you should sit down now.” I laugh. “You will lose your voice before the game starts.”

“Kyland didn’t play football, so I never went to any game.”

“Oh?” her mom reacts.

“Yup. We worked in a café after school together, but I had to stop when Kyland’s Dad got into an accident. I took care of him when Kyland and Auntie were at work.”

“I’m sorry, Cam.” Her mom hugs her, kissing the top of her head.

“It’s okay. He didn’t suffer much.”

“I heard about that. Just a year after Levi Sr. died.”

***

Cam is right, Levi’s team won by five points.

“Levi!” Camila yells, waving her hand in the middle of the crowd as soon as Levi comes to view.

Levi’s lips spread into a wide grin, sprinting toward us. He drops his bag on the ground, lifting his sister up. Camila yelps in surprise and laughs.

“You’re my lucky charm, sis,” Levi says after putting Camila down on her feet.

“Oh, come on, your team is actually good.”

“Just good?” Levi cocks his brow.

Camila rolls her eyes and says, “Fine, your team is the best!”

“You said that because you don’t know anything about football,” I retort.

“Oh, shut up! My brother’s team is the best.”

“Hi, Levi!” A slender lady waves her hand at him, and Levi waves back and smiles shyly at her.

“Who’s she?” Camila’s eyes light up.

“My classmate.”

“Just classmate?” Liv asks her son.

“Mom, you know I don’t have a girlfriend. I’m not interested in dating if I have to leave for college in a few months.”

“Whatever. Let’s go and celebrate!” Camila claps her hands and kisses his brother on his cheek. “And I have a surprise!”

“Cam, I’m still sweating, you know.”

“So?”

“Let us all go to the car and you two can talk later,” Liv says, grabbing her son’s arm.

“Where are we going?” Levi asks impatiently, sitting in the passenger seat.

“To celebrate. Issa, Kyland, and Bianca will also be there,” I answer.

“But where exactly?”

“Aren’t you a little impatient? Or someone is waiting for you at the party?”

He rolls his eyes. “I already said I don’t have a date.”

“But there is a party after the game, right?” Camila asks.

“How did you know if you didn’t even watch a game?” I ask.

“People talked,” she snaps.

“Whoa! Cam, he’s just asking. Aren’t you a little defensive?”

I move my face closer to her ear and whisper, “I just gave you an orgasm before we came here, why feisty? Do you want another one in the bathroom?”

She giggles. “No! That’s disgusting!”

“What’s disgusting?” Levi quickly asks, making Liv groans.

“Oh, sorry,” he mutters then looks back outside the window.

Fitz slows the car down in front of the Victorian mansion. The iron gate swings open, revealing Camila’s home, one of Cameron’s properties are now transferred to Camila’s name. Camila and Levi still refused to meet their grandparents despite the constant invitation of Cameron’s parents.

We hop out of the SUV parked beside the Ass-ton Martin. I remember suddenly how I laughed at Xandry who’s driving a Camry.

“Is this your home, Cam?” Liv asks, adoring the three-story Victorian mansion in front of us.

“Our home, mom,” Camila answers with a radiant glow in her eyes. “Do you like it?”

“O-our home?” Liv blinks her teary eyes, gripping Cam’s hands.

“Yes, my home with you and Levi.” She smiles at her.

She told me about her plan. All I had to do was kissed her and agreed with her decisions. She wanted a real family. Who am I to deny her if that’s what makes her happy?

“What about my work? I need an hour's ride to the restaurant.”

“Mom, you will not work there anymore.”

“But, Cam.”

“Now I know where Cam got her stubbornness,” I chuckle and amused at how much they’re alike.

“I have money. You can cook in our home instead. I will give you monthly salary if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

“Mom, come on. You’ve been working hard for years. I think Cam is right. You need to stay at home and cook for us instead,” Levi says, convincing his mom.

“I’ll think about it,” Liv says.

“I often heard that from Camila.” I laugh, remembering how Camila is so stubborn when money is involved.

Camila fishes something in her bag, maybe a key. “Levi, congrats, little brother! This is your gift.” She extends her closed hand to Levi.

Levi just stares at his sister with knotted brows. “What’s this?” He opens his palm and let Camila drops something in her hand.

“A gift.”

Levi’s brows furrow. “A key?” Then inspects it. “A car key?” He laughs. “An Aston Martin’s key! A frigging Aston Martin?” He bursts into laughter, then suddenly stops.

“No.” He offers it back to her.

Camila’s smile fades, hugging herself, and looks rejected. I don’t want to see her sad like this. Sighing, I move closer and rub her back.

“You don’t have to give me anything to be my sister, Cam because I can’t deny the fact that you’re still my sister by blood. Both Mendéz and King.”

“I’m not giving you a car to bribe you, Levi. I love you. You and mom are my family. And I just want to share what I have for both of you. I’m not using that car anyway. Pyke gave me a car, too. I also have a driver. You definitely need one if you will go to college, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, but I don’t need an Aston frigging Martin, and I’ll work to buy a car.”

“Take it, Levi, and she didn’t buy that—”

“Pyke,” Camila chides.

“Wait! How did she have it if she didn’t buy this?” he asks, pointing at the car parked beside him.

“Sorry, dude, but I don’t wanna sleep outside our room tonight.” I laugh, walking toward the door.

Epilogue I

PYKE

A year and a half later...

It’s funny to watch my wife, yes, my wife fidgeting and constantly blowing a breath. This is her first major project. I can’t be any prouder of her as I watch her work hard in her growing 4x4 Gear.

Her engineers and designers worked hard every day and night to perfect their design. I awed when I saw the graphic design she showed me when I visited her at her office.

“Relax, Babe. You will get the deal, trust me.” I squeeze her trembling hand.

They had a few proposals but had been turned down, said it was already on the market, but Camila never gave up and worked harder to make it more advanced and unique to attract the auto market.

“You’re pretty confident,” she says, squeezing my hand back.

“I am, and your project is just perfect. Trust me, you and your team did a great job. And I’m so proud of you.”

“I didn’t get the deal yet, Love.”

“No matter what their decisions, I am still very proud of you. Just promise me you will not give up?” I stare at her intently because I know she loves what she’s doing.

“Pyke, if it’s because BK Motors doesn’t like the team’s design, still, I don’t see any reasons to give up what I love doing. And I want to make my father proud.”

“You know you own a company and that shop. You don’t have to work, just stay at home and take care of our children. I can feed you and our future family, Babe. My business is expanding, the last time I checked, It’s growing, thanks to Kill.”

Kyland is taking online management classes at night since he works during the day now they have a baby girl.

“I know, but I can’t just get pregnant every year and bear a child, you know. I want to work and be a mother at the same time.”

“And you are not good at giving me babies, Camila.”

She crosses her arms over her chest, making me look down at her slightly exposed cleavage.

“Eyes up here, husband.” She glares, snapping her fingers on my face.

Grinning sheepishly. “I like what I see, Babe.”

“Perv!”

I laugh harder. “That’s a hundred percent true. Just with you, wife.”

Camila suddenly stiffens. That’s when I see the door swings open and the BK motors team walks inside dominating the room. The CEO’s expression is blank and stops in front of Camila.

I can feel my wife holding her breath and probably expecting bad news. The CEO suddenly extend his hand to my wife. “Welcome to the team!”

Camila’s eyes widen. Her jaw drops. “Oh, my god! You’re kidding right?”

He shakes his head. “You’re right, based on the test drive yesterday, it has 67% accuracy than the latest driver-less car in the market. To make your design—”

“My team’s design,” Camila corrects.

“Yes, your team’s design is more competent. The interior is amazing. Your airbag design makes a lot safer for passengers. The odometry is far more sensitive to the obstacle and possible traffic collisions. What my team likes more is the mobile application. Your live stream coverage, alarm, and fingerprint scanner to avoid cars from being stolen are all in one app. How excellent is that? We’re glad you came to us. Congratulations, Mrs. Hughes!”

“Thank you so much!”

“Mr. Hughes, you should be proud of your wife.”

***

We flew yesterday to Tuscany after sealing the deal. Camila and I took a week-vacation at my grandparents’ cottage. I was surprised that she chose to spend at the green surrounding than most women want—at the beach.

We had a tour around the vineyard this morning. Her face lit up, eyes widened in awe, mouth gaped open the moment she saw the grapes hanging from its vines. She moaned as soon as the fresh grape juices in her mouth, savoring the taste with closed eyes.

We had dinner with creamy tortellini and smoked sausage. The Cabernet Sauvignon has aged the flavor and aroma from the oak barrels at my grandparent’s winery. Camila started to take a little sip during our engagement party. Since then, she drinks in moderation.

I wrap the towel securely around my waist, walking to our room with the veranda that has an excellent view of the vineyard. The stars twinkle in the clear dark skies with a new moon hanging above us, giving a perfect romantic atmosphere plus the lamp posted to the wall, giving a yellow glow to the veranda.

Who would have thought I have this romantic side in me? The asshole Pyke turns into a one-woman-man. Parker was right after all. I fall hard and my heart only belongs to a woman, and one pussy can satisfy me for the rest of my life.

“What are you smiling at?” Her eyes light up, glancing at me. She’s wearing a deep red silk robe and thin nighties with an untouched red wine on the table.

“Since when are you so engrossed at reading?” I lean against the door frame, crossing my arms over the chest.

“I don’t know, I picked this up from Bianca’s table in her office. It happened this book is actually a romance.” Showing me the cover of a half-naked man.

“And since when you like reading a romance novel?”

She barks into laughter. “I’m actually having fun. The guy is an asshole and the woman is a demure type.”

“Uh, a stereotyped bad boy, playboy. I know you have a thing for that kind of guy.” I don’t know why suddenly I feel a pang in my chest. She’s already my wife, but still, I’m jealous of her imaginary guy.

“I never dream of that kind of guy. I always wanted someone with excellent humor, a good job, a handsome face, haven’t issued a traffic violation ticket, doesn’t drink—”

“A boring guy without sexcapades. A perfect guy doesn’t exist, Babe.”

“Then why does your face looks like you lose in the stock market?”

“Nothing, give me that trash.” I grab the book in her hand. “Stop reading like this.” I walk into the room.

“Pyke, that’s not nice!” she yells.

“You’re hurting me, Camila!” I yell back.

“How does reading book hurt you?” She gets inside, slamming the door shut behind her.

“Because you want a good guy and you know I’m not.”

“Aw, you’re such an immature sometimes! I fell in love with your assholeness, dirty mouth, your body, and your dick! I marry you and said I love you every single day and now you’re still not convinced of that?” She looks pissed, hands already prop on her hips.

“I don’t know, Babe.” I shrug. “I want to be your dream guy—”

Epilogue II

PYKE

“Oh, my God, Love. Dream guy is like a prince charming who doesn’t exist. Stop being a brat. Let’s get some sleep.” She drops her robe, leaving only her black lacy nighties with a lacy black thong.

My cock thickens, hardens, twitches under the towel I’m still wearing. I loosen the towel, dropping it to the floor.

“Uh-uh, not yet, husband.” Camila shakes her finger at me.

“What do you mean?”

“Give me my book back.”

“Babe,” I warn.

“Then you can’t sleep beside me.”

“This is supposed to be our second honeymoon, Babe, not you reading that damn trash.”

Her brow cocks. Now, I can see the mischievous in the smile on her lips. “Come here, husband.” Gesturing her finger seductively. I crawl on the bed and position myself on top of her.

She moves her face to the side, avoiding my lips. “Not yet. Let’s play a little game.”

“I don’t like games, Camila, since that bet. I want to make love to you and fuck you tonight.”

“You’re such a crude. Listen, Love. I want to read, but since you won’t allow me, let’s have a little game based on that book.”

I groan. “You can read that after I fuck you.”

“Nope, I’m the boss tonight, you want to fuck me my way or you won’t fuck me at all.”

I stare at her for seconds, she’s serious as fuck. I groan defeated. “Fine. How does that stupid game of yours work?”

She grins. “Okay, who wants to read first?”

“Reading? Fuck me! I don’t want to read that trash!”

“That’s mean. This is not trash. The author worked hard to make this worth reading. This may be a work of fiction, but don’t you know authors—”

“Okay, okay, fine!” I sit down on the bed naked. I see her eyeing my semi-hard cock. “Like what you see?”

“Ugh! Read first. Open the book without looking, then read the page aloud while I’m putting it into action.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “So, uh— wife, you want a role-play based on the book, huh? Don’t you have an erotic romance with you? I wonder where did you get this idea.” Romance book has a sex scene in the first few chapters if they meet at the club or party, in the middle when the main characters connect each other, and of course before the ending.

“Okay, let me read first.” She takes the book in my hand.

I watch her hands open the page in the first quarter of the book.

“I’ll read, you do.”

I nod. “Okay.” I pray mentally, hoping it’s the intense bed scene. I will send a thank you letter to the author.

“Okay, here you go.”

I roll my eyes because the scene that I should do makes me look like an idiot. The female main character is an English professor at the University. This book is written from the first-person point of view.

“Happy?” I mimic as she read the teacher’s dialogue while I’m standing naked in front of her. She looks down at my cock a few times with a wicked smile on her lips.

“Yes, now, it’s your turn, Love.” She gives me back the book.

I open the book while smirking at her. “There you go, wife.” I glance down, my eyes land on the first paragraph.

“Fuck!”

Since she chooses the page, it lands on the scene that the professor is shaving her legs for her date. She wants me to take a razor and do it in front of her—not just by mimicking while she’s reading.

Camila shoots me a glare when I refuse to do the next role-play. We’re playing for already thirty-minutes and I’m getting bored. I’d rather watch Xfinity series if she doesn’t want to sleep with me.

“Come on, Pyke. Go and take a razor if you want to continue playing this game,” Camila coos.

“You know from the start I’m not in favor of your game, Babe.”

“Don’t harsh my mellow now, Love. You don’t want me to read and neither to play a game with me.” Camila pouts, then slips herself inside the blanket silently.

“Babe, I don’t want to shave my legs, can you choose another page? Promise, I’ll do it next time,” I whisper, rubbing her legs against the blanket.

“You’re always unfair. I’m not in a mood anymore, Pyke.” She turns to her side, tucking her hands under her face and mutters night.

Shit! She’s not seriously going to sleep while I’m already naked, is she?

I blow a heavy breath. “Fine, I’ll go bring that fucking razor and shave my leg, happy?” I say firmly, causing her to turn her head to my side, grinning from ear to ear.

“Yes!” She sits on the bed instantly, tucking her hair under her ear.

“You’re such a baby,” I mutter. Of course, she is. I can’t let her go to sleep angry, that’s what I’m here for—to make her happy even if I look like an idiot in front of her.

I walk into the bathroom, opening the cabinet, and take a new razor. I get back to her already sitting straight on the bed. I can even see her black lace thong peeking through her Indian style seat.

My cock goes half-mast. “Read those lines before I change my mind and tie your wrists above your head instead.”

She opens the book again in one quick motion and starts reading.

I position myself, raising my right foot to the edge of the bed. I start running the blade on my leg. I groan inwardly. It’s easy since I go to a spa to wax on a regular basis because Camila doesn’t like my hairy legs lately.

“I think that’s enough, Love,” she says, smiling at me with satisfaction.

I grab the book she offers. I pray inwardly hoping this would be the page I want so that we will end this little game she puts me in.

“No peeking,” she complains.

“I’m not peeking. Like I even read this book before.” Rolling my eyes, I open the book.

“Shit!”

She laughs out loud. “What should I do?” she asks me with excitement.

My lips spread into a full grin and wink. “Get down on your knees, Babe,” I command, standing straight beside the bed and face her.

“No! Let me see.” She grabs the book from my hand. Her eyes slightly widen, then squint, and look up at me. “I think you’re cheating.”

“How am I cheating? I open the book right in front of you like how you did. I shaved my legs because that was what the page you opened. Now, get on your knees and play fair. This is your game anyway, I’m just following rules.”

She just pouts and doesn’t move.

“See, now who’s cheating?” I throw the book on the bed dramatically. I know her and she can’t stand me getting angry with her for long. I walk to the closet, opening it, and grab my sweatpants.

“What are you doing?”She asks, slightly alarm. I try holding my grin because I know it’s working.

“I don’t wanna play your game, Camila. You’re unfair.” Before I can wear my sweatpants she already grabs it from me.

She places the book back to my hand and gets on her knees. “Read it loud.”

I chuckle at her bossiness and I love it when she does that. My lips curved up in amusement. “Sure, Babe.” I clear my throat and start to imagine that I’m the asshole student.

“On your knees, Professor Amelia,” I commanded with pure dominance.

Little professor’s dark eyes widened in surprise but did what I said. She bent her knees on the black plush carpet in my living room. This was what I exactly imagine—her taking my thick cock into her mouth as I pumped until it reached her throat, teary-eyed, trying herself not to gag. She raised her trembling hand tentatively to my cock. I groaned when her cold hand touched my warm skin.

Camila grabs my cock while looking up at me. Her lips smirk with cruel anticipation. I continue reading. I really should send a bouquet of flowers and thank you card to this author.

My little professor finally gripped the base of my cock, stroking it slowly. I clenched my teeth as I watched her face moving closer to my cock.

“Look at me, Amelia. Lick my pre-cum clean.” I commanded. “Look at what you did to me.”

Amelia did willingly. My hands fisted at my side trying not to close my eyes when the sensation intensified, making my cock jerked in her tongue.

“Open your sweet little mouth and take me all in.” my voice deepened with pure lust.

Camila takes me all in, making head throws back, and loses my concentration on the book I’m reading. Her mouth is suddenly gone.

“Love, you didn’t read to throw your head back.” She smiles, clearly amused, and having fun torturing me.

“Sorry, your mouth just feels good.”

Her soft red lips sealed my cock perfectly—just like I’ve always imagined when I jerked off in the shower. But her real mouth felt much better on me at this moment. I’ve received deepthroating, but nothing compared to these feelings when my little professor was on her knees, sucking my cock beautifully.

I noticed her choked, eyes watered, trying hard not to gag. Gorgeous.

“Babe, you okay?” I ask, realizing what I read. My jaw is already clenching. She grips my ass as an answer.

I started thrusting my cock…

I do as I read, fuck! I can’t concentrate.

Christ! She’s killing me. We’ve done this several times, but this game she puts me into is definitely turning us both on. I can’t believe my beautiful wife has this playful side of her, which I love it. It’s making our sex life more amazing and full of excitement than we already have.

Amelia embraced the rhythm, breathing through her nose every time I thrust into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the crown of my cock.

“Fuck! That’s it little Amelia... That’s so good...”

“Fuck, Babe! I’m gonna come!” I announce. I meet Camila’s glassy lustful eyes. I badly want to crush my mouth into hers. Fuck me if this isn’t hot. All my thoughts scatter.

I grabbed a handful of her hair, squeezing my eyes and groaned as the savage of ecstasy forming and ready to explode. I fucked her mouth harder until her chin almost touched my balls.

“S-sorry, B-babe,” I say between panting. All she does is squeezing my ass.

I opened my eyes and met her blazing eyes as I pumped into her mouth spurting my seeds into her throat.

I see Camila swallows every last drop of my come, licking me clean.

“Fuck!” The book drops to the floor with a thud. My breathing is still heavy. “That was hot!”

She grins at me, looking amused and satisfied.

“We’re not done, woman.” I grab her arm to stand. In a quick motion, I rip her little nighties that have been bothering me all night and her thong follows next to the floor.

“Don’t complain, I’ll buy you a dozen. I want to fuck you hard as your punishment.”

“Hey! That’s not part of the game,” she disagrees, laughing.

“You lose, but I don’t fucking care.” I kiss her hungrily and furiously, shoving my tongue into her mouth in one swift move. She moans, gripping my arms as I suck her tongue, tasting myself in her.

I grab her ass, instantly, she wraps her legs around my waist, snakes her arms around my neck. In one quick move, I press her against the door, position my now hard as rock cock again and pushes into her warm, wet, and ready pussy.\

“Fuck! Can’t I ever get enough of you? But I don’t want to. I’ll die a happy man, Camila Leigh.” I kiss her lips in every thrust I do into her. Her fingers dig into my scalp—the pain jolts into my cock, giving me more urge to be buried deeper than I already am.

I love this woman so much—so much that my life depends on her. I love every inch of her, I love everything about her. And I never thought a single slap could change my life forever.

Camila is my love.

I’m hers. Thrust.

My body. Thrust.

My mind. Thrust.

My soul. Thrust.

My heart. Thrust.

My happiness. Thrust.

And my whole being. One final thrust.

“I love you, Camila.”

“I love you, Pyke Hughes.”

***

“Morning, Daddy Pyke!”

***

The End