Devil With A Blue Dress On
"Mom, why are you making me do this?" Randy whined as she
stood on the stool in the middle of the kitchen.
Hilde
looked up at her sixteen-year old daughter with pins in her mouth. She took
them out. "Because you purposely shortened the skirt of your school uniform and
made Headmistress Conner have an apoplexy," she said as she propped her hands
on her hips. "Now stand still or else I might stick you with a pin in you know
where!"
Randy
crossed her arms belligerently across her chest. "But that skirt was ugly. The
length was all wrong," she muttered as she tapped her bare foot on the stool.
"So I made it two inches above my knees. The skirts the girls' field hockey
team wears are just as short. So all I did was take the skirt up a few inches!"
The
pins were slapped on the floor. "Miranda! You took the calf length skirt and
made it half the length!" Hilde exclaimed exasperatedly. "God, what am I going to do with you? You
disregard the rules like your father and your brothers!"
"Come
on Randy, its not like you have to spend your entire day wearing the skirt,"
Chris pointed out from the kitchen chair. Victoria was sitting on his lap. His
left arm was in a sling, courtesy of Heero.
"And
it makes you look more lady like Randy," said Victoria as she leaned on Chris's
right shoulder.
"Drop
dead," Randy snapped as she pinned a glare at her brother and his girlfriend.
"Speaking
of your father, where is he?" said Hilde as she sat back on her heels.
"Here,"
said Duo as he came into the kitchen. He bent down and pressed a sound kiss on
Hilde's lips. He looked up at his daughter and pressed a kiss on her cheek.
"Any reason for that indignant expression sweetheart?" he asked as he leaned
against the wall.
"Mom's
making me get fitted for the skirt from hell that's what," Randy replied as she
glared at her mother.
Duo
chuckled.
"That's
not funny Duo," Hilde admonished as she started pinning the hem. She raised a
brow at him. "We pay good money to send her to Saint Augustines. We paid money
to send her brothers too," she said to him.
"Headmistress
Conner just wants all the Maxwells out of school and out of her hair," Chris
pointed out as he reached over for a potato chip.
"Because
she's seen you, your brothers, and you young lady in her office," Hilde said as
she looked up at her daughter.
Randy
snorted. "I didn't do anything wrong! All I did was shorten the dog ugly
skirt!" she protested.
"Well
try not to get sent there this year ok," said Duo as he laughed again.
Just
then Miles and Jonathon came into the kitchen. "Hey mom, I'm home," Jonathon
called out as he snatched an apple from the basket on the center island. He
looked over at his sister. "Did the kitchen get changed into a fitting room?"
"Go
to hell," Randy snapped at her brother. She looked over at Miles. "I want a
guys honest opinion. Do you like it like this?" she asked pointing to the calf
length. "Or like this?" she asked as she tugged the skirt out of her mother's
fingers and hiked it up about two inches above her knees.
Miles
looked at her slender legs and then back up at her face. "Well if I said I
liked it short, your father who is probably standing in this very room would
kill me, and I like life. So, its better long," he said hastily as he looked
over his shoulder at Duo.
"Good
answer," Duo said warningly as he crossed his arms.
"Chicken,"
Randy muttered under her breath. "Are you almost finished mom?" she asked as
she looked down.
"Yes,
we're done. Just please don't shorten it again Randy," Hilde ordered.
"Yeah,
yeah," Randy said as she unzipped the skirt in the back, letting it fall down
around her ankles. She smoothed her hands over her faded cutoffs that she had
been wearing under the skirt. "Where's Carin?" she asked Miles as she hopped
off the stool.
"Dad
grounded her for teaching Isabella how to drive," Miles replied as he leaned
against the counter.
"She
got grounded for that! Chris just got yelled at by mom and dad for teaching me
at twelve," Randy said as she slipped trail runners on. "We were supposed to go
to the beach today and just hang out."
"Miles
can take you," Chris said slyly. "I'm sure that he wouldn't mind, would you
Miles?" he asked with a raised brow.
"I
guess, I wouldn't mind," Miles said slowly as he glanced over at Duo. "If
that's ok with you of course?" he asked Duo.
Duo
looked at him for a moment, considering it. "Do
I let my sixteen year old out with a nineteen year old? Do I trust him? No, not really. He's already scared
half to death of you. I say let him. Good
point." "That's fine. Have her
home no later then ten," he said in a warning tone.
Randy
smiled. "Good, let's go," she said as she grabbed onto his arm and pulled him
out of the kitchen.
"Hold
it," Duo said as he pulled Miles back into the kitchen. He looked Miles
straight in the eye. "You do anything more then hold her hand or innocent
touching, I will break your legs. I will make what Heero did to my son seem
like nothing. Got that," he said in a low voice.
Miles
nodded. "Got it," he replied as he swallowed nervously.
"Go
on, she's probably waiting for you," Duo said as he let him go. He watched him
leave the kitchen. He looked over his shoulder at the now silent kitchen.
"What? Was that not harsh enough?"
"Duo,
you threatened to break every bone in his body!" Hilde said as she got up off
the kitchen floor. She went over and poked him in the chest.
"Yeah
see what Heero did to me," Chris said as he nodded to his arm in the sling.
"My
dad didn't break it. Be thankful he only dislocated it," Victoria said as she
kissed his forehead.
"Yeah,
he since he only caught me in bed with you," Chris said with a wry smile.
Duo
looked down at his wife. "All I did was put the fear of Death into him."
"You're
not supposed to be that harsh," Hilde said as she looked up at him.
"He's
nineteen years old. I know what he's thinking. I was that age once," Duo
explained.
"And
what was that?" Hilde asked as she poked him in the chest again.
A
slow smile crossed his face. "The same thing I'm doing now," he said as he
threaded his fingers through her hair and planted a passionate kiss on her
lips.
Jonathon,
Chris, and Victoria rolled their eyes. "Get a room!" they yelled.
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Miles
ran his finger under the collar of his dark gold shirt as he walked out the
front steps of the Maxwell's home. He looked at Randy leaning over, putting her
bag in his convertible. "Does death have
any meaning to you whatsoever! Yeah. Then
I would advise you to stop looking." His green eyes fell away from her
slender thighs. He could see what the back of her white tee shirt said. It was
the same one his sister had. It was the girls soccer team's signature phrase, Just Suck It Up Baby! He chuckled at
it.
Randy
turned her head to look at Miles. "What?" she asked as she leaned against the
car.
"Nothing.
Just the saying on your shirt," he replied as he went over to her and opened
the car door for her.
She
slid in and looked up at him. "Oh the phrase, that was my idea. I had to
promise Headmistress Conner not to strip off my shirt again and run around the
field in a sports bra like when the team won the championships last year," she
answered with a trademark Maxwell grin.
Miles
climbed in next to her. He glanced over at her out of the corner of his eye.
She had her head back on the seat with her eyes closed. "Why did I have to go for the girl that's the hardest to attain? Because you can't help who you're attracted
to. She's sixteen. You're nineteen. And
point being? Anything you would think of doing with her is considered
illegal. And if her dad found out anything, he would kill you. That's true. But she still is something
else. How can I not be attracted to her when she looks like a Victoria's Secret
model." He smiled at that thought as he drove down the curving driveway
on their way to the beach.
Randy
looked over at Miles. She smiled. She had seen his pale face when he came out
of the house. "Leave it to dad to put the fear of Death in him. That's what he's supposed to do. He's a
father and you're his only daughter and the baby. That's true, but I'm hardly a little girl anymore. I got his to hell
with it personality. Yeah, and you also got your mother's looks. That would
make him worry. My brothers and I are
evidence of that fact. Dad still can't keep his hands off mom and they've been
married for almost twenty years." She glanced over at Miles again. His
russet hair blew in the wind and his sunglasses were perched on his nose. He
was handsome, sexy, and smart. Exactly what she wanted. And what she wanted,
she usually got too.
They
finally arrived at the beach. He hopped out and ran to the other side to open
the door for her. He grasped her hand in his and helped her out. He gave her a
bow and a smile.
She
laughed softly. "Thank you Miles, you're quite the gentlemen," she said as she
looked up at him. He was about the same height as her dad, but she wasn't short
either. She stood at five foot eight and a half. Taller then her mother and all
the other the other women she knew. She breathed in the sea air. "Nothing like
the smell of the water to make you feel like running in and taking a swim," she
said as she closed her eyes. She opened them again and looked up at Miles.
"Don't you think so?"
Miles
looked down into her cobalt eyes. He saw the flirtatiousness flicker in them.
"Sure if the weather is hot enough," he replied softly as he raised her hand to
his lips and kissed the back of it. He stared into her eyes as he did it.
Randy
felt her skin tingle a little from the contact. She knew exactly what he meant
by the comment. She had brothers. She grinned up at him. "I can see that you
do," she said as she gave his hand a slight squeeze. She let go of his hand and
leaned against the car. She pulled off her trail runners and dropped them
inside the car. She walked out into the hot sand. "Well are you going to come
or just stand there?" she asked as she looked over her shoulder at him.
He
tugged off his boat shoes and dropped them inside his car as well. He followed
her out onto the sand. He watched the enticing swing of her hips as she walked.
"You're staring! I know, I know. Remember what Duo said. He would break your legs
if you did anything more then holding her hand or innocent touching. Keep that
in mind while you ogle her. Yeah I
know." He sighed and went over to the spot that she picked. It was up
against the stone wall. She was already spreading a blanket down on the sand.
She
looked over at him. She knew that he was staring at her. She brushed back a few
strands of her midnight hair out of her face. And with every intent on driving
him insane, she pulled her shirt over her head to reveal a black bikini. Her
shorts followed to reveal the high cut bottoms that went with it. "I'll be down
at the water," she said as she walked away, smiling broadly to herself at his
open-mouthed expression.
Miles
pushed his chin back up. His mouth was dry from seeing her strip down to
practically nothing right in front of him. "Her
dad would be justified in killing you right now. I know!" He had seen her in a bikini before, she wore them
frequently, but this one was a lot skimpier then her other two she had. He ran
his hand over her face. "Man, this is going to be a long day," he muttered as
he sat down on the blanket. He leaned back against the stone wall and looked in
the direction that she had gone in.
Randy walked out of the water. She was very aware of the
looks that she received from the men, but she knew how to take care of an
overzealous male. Her brothers and her father had made sure of that. She was
good at hand to hand combat and under her father's guidance, she could almost
shoot a gun as well him. She looked
over at Miles. He appeared to be sleeping, but she couldn't really tell when
those gorgeous green eyes of his were hiding behind his sunglasses. She walked
up the sand, wringing her hair out the entire way back to the blanket. She
picked up her towel and began to dry off. "Hey, are you asleep?" she asked as
she nudged his foot with hers.
"No,"
he replied as he tipped his sunglasses down to look at her. He could see the
water sliding down her neck, between her breasts, over her toned stomach. "Stop it, stop it, stop it!"
She noted that he pushed the sunglasses back up his
nose to hide his eyes again. She smiled and picked up her shirt pulling it on
over her bikini. She sat down and leaned against the wall next to him. She
reached in her bag and pulled out her sunglasses and a book. She leaned against
his shoulder as she started reading.
Miles felt the pressure on his shoulder and he
turned to look at her. He could no longer see her eyes and a book perched
between her fingers. "What are you reading?" he asked.
Randy let her sunglasses slide down her nose so he
could see her eyes. "War and Peace. It's a novel from the nineteenth
century," she replied, showing him the cover.
His mouth dropped open. "You're reading a book like
that!" he exclaimed. He was surprised that she would read something that old
and that long.
"So, I need to keep my mind satisfied with
something interesting. Those romance novels that your sister hordes are
entertaining, but I need something a little more then that," she said as she
pushed her sunglasses back up.
Miles blinked once. He knew that she was smart,
very smart. If she could maneuver her way through a security system that Heero
Yuy set up, she was damn near genius. He sighed and rolled his head against the
stones.
Randy smiled to herself and went back to reading
her book.
Hours seemed to have passed when Miles opened his
eyes. The sun could barely be seen anymore on the horizon. The beach was
deserted now, except for a few people walking along the waterline. He pushed up
his glasses and glanced at Randy and only saw her legs. He looked up. She was
sitting on the stonewall, with her sunglasses pushed up, looking out over the
water. "Hey," he said as he tugged on her bare foot.
"Oh, you're awake," she said as she looked down at
him. "You've been asleep for quite awhile," she said as she hopped down off the
stonewall.
"Sorry," Miles replied as he looked over at her. He
stretched his arms over his head. "So how far did you get in your book?" he
asked as his hands dropped to his sides.
"Oh, about a quarter of the way. I read pretty
fast," Randy, said matter of factly as she poked him in the ribs. "It's about
six. Want to get something to eat?" she asked as she turned to look at him.
He could see the brilliance of her eyes, even in
the semidarkness. "Yeah, I guess I wouldn't mind getting something," he said as
he rubbed his stomach. I am a little hungry," he admitted.
"Then lets go," she said as she grasped his hand
and tugged him upright. She put her book back in her bag. She slung it over her
shoulder and stepped off the blanket, dusting off her shorts and her shirt. She
propped her hand on her shapely hip. "Come on Miles," she said as she wrinkled
her nose at him.
"Man, she's cute when she
does that." He got off the blanket and picked it up, shaking it
free of any sand particles. He felt her hand slip into his again and pull him
along to his car.
She dropped her stuff in the backseat and hopped
over the door. She smiled up at him. "I may be a girl, but I like to be
spontaneous," she said as she rested her chin on top of her hands as she looked
up at him.
Miles grinned back at her and walked over to the
other side. "Where do you want to get food?" he asked as he started up the car.
"Someplace good," Randy replied as she tugged on
her shoes. "And don't worry about paying for me, I got my own money."
"Nope. I'll pay. I've always paid the way, even if
the woman insisted. I treat all my dates to that courtesy," he said as he drove
down the narrow streets.
"Oh this is a date, is it?" she asked, arching her
brows up at him. "Did my dad lay down the rules for that or did he just
threaten you by saying he would break your legs?" she asked impishly.
"Well…I mean…this is sort of a date. And your dad
threatened to break my legs," Miles replied as he pulled in front of a small
take out diner. He jumped out and ran over to the other side to help her.
Randy smiled as he grasped her hand and pulled her
out. She held his hand as they went inside. She looked back out at the deep
blue evening sky. "Miles, why don't we get takeout and go back to the beach,"
she said impulsively.
He gazed at her and shrugged. "Sure, if you want,"
he replied as he picked up the menu and flipped through it.
Once their order was ready, they went back to the
beach and ate it on the stonewall. She hopped down, still sipping her large
vanilla milkshake. She walked down to the water's edge, feeling the cold-water
lap at her toes. She turned her head and looked at Miles. "Want to walk a
little?" she called back to him.
Miles threw the trash in the receptacle. He had
already finished his cream soda. He walked down to the water where she was. She
was the prettiest thing he'd ever seen. "Two words for
you. What? Jailbait!" He
pushed that thought aside. "I wouldn't mind I guess," he said as he began to
walk beside her. It was silent between them at first. The only sound was the
water splashing about their ankles. He watched her out of the corner of his
eye. "Can I ask you something?"
"What?" Randy replied as she glanced over at him.
"Why does your dad in particular, get all bent out
of shape when you go out with a guy?" he asked as he looked up at the full moon
that was gracing the sky.
She took a deep breath. "That's a long story, but
it's easy to tell I suppose. Up front, I'm his only daughter and the baby. That
would make him a little crazy. Another thing is, I look a lot like my mom.
She's still a beautiful woman. And he can't help but look at me and see my
mother, except for the eyes of course. He also knows what guys are thinking
when they look at me. I mean, Chris was born when my mother was only twenty.
That's young. And I know he was with women before my mother when he was fifteen
and sixteen. That's the other thing," she said as she stopped and curled her
toes in the sand.
"That seems reasonable," Miles, answered as he
stopped to look at her. "But it seems weird that my dad doesn't get all uptight
when Carin dates," he mused.
"Look at the guys she dates. She attracts a whole
different set of guys then I do. I get all the hell raisers, while she gets the
ones with the angels wings," Randy laughed. "I think its also because of that
nickname Dominic crowned me with a few years ago too."
"And what's that?" he asked as he traced his foot
in the sand.
"He called me Death's Handmaiden, although I
couldn't really tell you why he gave me that. But it seems to attract all the
bad boys in school to me when they hear it. Its probably a guy thing," she said
as she started walking again. "And if you think about it, my mom said that my
dad was more or less a bad boy. I must be only be able to attract those kinds."
Miles laughed as he walked beside her. "I could see
how true that is! But it's funny that your dad would become the complete
opposite when you got to the age when you could date."
"Did you ever hear about my first date?" she asked
as she sipped her milkshake.
"No, what happened?" he asked curiously.
"Well it was to one of those formal dances that the
school gives and I was asked to go by a guy named Bobby Arquette. His father is
one of the representatives for the ESUN. That night I wore a dress that had
belonged to my mother. I had always loved that dress. It was a magenta slip
dress with black satin piping. There's a picture of her wearing it on her
vanity. My dad's kissing her silly in too," she laughed again. "Well anyway
this dress had a diagonal hemline. One side was mid calf length while the other
side went as high as my mid thigh. The back went just below the middle of my
back and the neckline came to the middle of my breastbone. When I came down the
steps wearing it, my dad's mouth fell open in shock. Bobby was already there
with a bouquet of white roses. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head."
Miles laughed as he imagined her father's
expression. He also felt a twinge of jealousy for the guy that took her.
"My dad looked like he wanted to kill Bobby for
even looking at me. My mom luckily calmed him down enough for us to go. He
drove a vintage corvette with the top down. The dance was nice, but the real
kicker was just about to come. When he drove me home, it was about eleven
thirty. The house was all dark when we pulled up. He had his arm resting behind
me. I thanked him for a wonderful evening and he asked for a kiss. I wasn't
shocked. He was a nice guy, but I didn't like him that much to kiss him. I told
him to kiss my cheek and just about he was to do so, I heard a very loud, very
audible click and my dad's voice."
"What did he say?" Miles asked, only imaging what
he would say.
"Dad said this, "Kiss her and regret it." I swear
Bobby's face went white. My dad came out of the shadows of the porch with his
shotgun. I couldn't help but start laughing at the entire thing. It was so
funny watching Bobby's face get whiter by the second as my dad stepped off the
porch. He let me out of the car. I said goodnight to Bobby outside of the car
with my dad pointing a shot gun at him," she broke into laughter again. "And
since then, I haven't really dated all that much because Bobby told all the
guys at school what happened."
He laughed out loud at the story. "Man, your father
sounds more dangerous then Heero when it come to daughters."
"Well you saw what Heero did to Chris. He
dislocated his shoulder. He was very, very lucky," Randy said as she looked out
at the water. "My dad is just being overprotective."
"And downright maniacal," Miles said as he pushed
up a pile of sand with his foot.
"That's probably very true too. I guess he wasn't
called the God of Death for nothing," she replied as she walked a little ways
into the water and let it lap around her ankles.
He looked at her with the moon shining down on
them. She looked like an angel, but she was really an imp. The light reflected
in her hair, making it gleam softy and gave her pale skin an ethereal glow. "Jailbait! I know that! Do you
really? Yes, or else I would be kissing her senseless right now."
They walked back from the water and sat on the
beach in silence. Randy observed him out of the corner of her eye. His facial
features clearly belonged to his father, except his smile. His smile was his
mother's. She loved his eyes. They were mysterious and so easy to get lost in.
And he had a body that she wouldn't mind putting her hands on. "You've been hanging around your brothers too much. What's that supposed to mean? Those salacious little thoughts that
run through your head when you look at Miles. So. So, you shouldn't. I can do whatever the
hell I want. I don't need you telling me what to think. So shut up and go
away!"
Miles watched her
too. He knew that she liked him. And she knew that he liked her. Her father was
a problem. Duo. Big problem. He sighed and stretched out his legs in front of
him. He glanced at his watch. "Holy shit! It's eleven, your dad told me ten!"
he almost shouted. "Come on, I have to get you home," he said as he grasped her
wrist and pulled her up. He started running but he didn't let go of her hand.
"I'm dead. I know it," he said under his breath as they approached his car.
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Duo paced back and forth, staring at the clock on
the bedside table in the master bedroom.
"Duo, please stop, you're going to wear the carpet
down in that spot if you keep that up," Hilde said exasperatedly as she turned
off the bathroom light and came into the room.
He stopped momentarily. "It's eleven. I told Miles
ten," he snapped as he started pacing again.
"Stop it!" she exclaimed as she got in his path,
making him come to a halt. "You're being irrational. Randy probably forgot the
time. Her and Miles always talk a lot.
They probably lost track of time."
"Lost track of time my ass," Duo growled as he
tried to walk around her, but she kept on stepping in his way. "You know what I
was doing at his age at this time of night," he said as he looked at Hilde.
"I know Duo. I was there remember," Hilde replied
with more exasperation. "But she's sixteen. He wouldn't do anything."
"Right and I mastered Wing Zero," he snorted
sarcastically.
She shoved her hair up in frustration. "Good Lord
Duo, calm down!"
Duo narrowed his eyes on his wife's face, but said
nothing.
Hilde pursed her lips and propped her hands on her
hips. A thought came into her head. She smiled up at him. "Come on baby, look
at me," she said as she trailed her hand up his arm. If she couldn't talk him
out of this mood, she would seduce him out of it. She trailed her nails along
his the back of his neck. "Please Duo," she said as she stood on tiptoe and
kissed his chin.
His eyes went back to her, taking in the satin
nightshirt, the color of old pearls. He felt the tingles running down his spine
as her nails raked over his skin. He closed his eyes as she kissed his chin. He
could feel her warm little body pressing against his. His arms slipped around
her waist automatically. "Babe," he said.
"Hmm," she replied impishly as she looked up at
him. She could see the flicker of desire in his eyes.
Duo leaned down and pressed his mouth against hers.
He could never resist her. Ever.
Hilde smiled, glad that her ploy had worked. She
wrapped her arms about his neck as he carried her over to the bed. He leaned
over her as they continued their heated kiss.
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Miles drove up the driveway, his heart pounding
with some fear. He knew what Duo could do to him. He gulped and looked over at
Randy. She was smiling softly as the wind blew threw her hair. "Your home," he
said quietly as his eyes scanned the porch. His eyes fell on light from the
upstairs window. But he couldn't see anyone. He let out a small sigh of relief.
"I had a nice time Randy," he said as he turned and looked at her.
"I had a nice day too," Randy said as she returned
his smile. "But you know what would make it better?" she asked as she looked
into his eyes.
"What?" he asked as he blinked to keep himself from
getting lost in her eyes.
"If you kissed me," she announced boldly.
"If I what! Your father would kill me!" Miles
exclaimed as he moved away from her.
"Well what he doesn't know won't hurt him," Randy
pointed out.
He shook his head. "That may be true, but…"
"Miles, shut up!" she said as she leaned forwards
and pressed her lips against his. She moved her lips softly against his before
pulling away. "Good night Miles," she said as she got out of the car and walked
up the steps of the porch and slowly and quietly slipped inside.
Miles stared after her. His lips were tingling from
the contact with hers. She had kissed him. He ran his tongue over his lips,
tasting the hint of vanilla from her milkshake on them. "Or maybe that's just her. Sweet and innocent. Better keep it that
way!" He shook his head and a wide grin crossed his lips.
"Hope that's not the last time," he said as he turned around and sped down the
driveway.
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Duo's head popped up when he heard a car door slam.
"She's home," he said as he got off the bed and went to look out the window. He
could see the taillights of Miles's convertible going down the driveway.
Hilde sighed and raised herself off of her elbows.
Her nightshirt was half unbuttoned. "Dammit," she muttered under her breath.
"Come away from the window," she said as she rolled to her stomach, looking at
her husband.
He heard the front door open and close. And the
soft sounds of footsteps coming up the stairs. He glanced at his wife and then
back at the closed bedroom door. He went for the door. He opened it to see
Randy sneaking down the hall. "Hold it right there young lady," she said as he
walked out in to the hall.
"Shit!" "Hi
dad, sorry I'm late. Good night now," she said as she tried to walk off, only
to be brought up short by his hand grasping her wrist.
"Where were you?" Duo asked as he looked at his
daughter. "You know what time it is?"
"Yeah, I know. It's after eleven. We were still on
the beach, talking. We lost track of time, honest," she said as she gave him a
sweet smile and crossed her fingers behind her back. She took in her father's
dress. His shirt was unbuttoned and his hair was mused. She raised a brow. "And
what were you doing dad?"
"None of your business. Don't try to change the
subject Randy," Duo said sternly. "You talked for all this time?"
"Well sort of. We sat on the beach. I went
swimming, while he sat on the towel. I read and he slept. Then he took me out
to dinner and we ate it on the beach and took a walk. All innocent dad," she
said as she pressed a kiss on his cheek. "Now go back to bed dad, I'm sure mom
wants you back there," she said knowingly as she gave him a brief hug and went
down the hall to her room.
Duo stood there. "Dammit! She got out of telling me
what I wanted to know! What is it with the women in this house, always getting
their way!" he muttered as he watched her door close. He looked over his
shoulder at his room. Hilde was probably annoyed now that he left her. He
chuckled. "Well let's just see if I can change that," he said as he sauntered
back to his room and to soothe the feathers of his ruffled wife.
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Randy plopped down on her bed and stared up at the
ceiling. She smiled broadly. "Thank you Miles for that wonderful kiss," she
whispered. "And I hope I get the opportunity to kiss you again too," she said
as she laughed to herself and started getting ready for bed.
Author's Note: How did you like the first part! There
will be more to come soon, so stay tuned for more upset Duo, devilish Randy,
and a not so innocent Miles!
