CHAPTER TWO

I huffed as I went to the refrigerator, pulled the last remaining bottle of True Blood out and started to nuke it when I suddenly became weak in the knees. My head spun and just as I was about to feel my body go down, I felt long, strong arms around my waist.

"Oh, no you don't, honey," Pam said as she held me up.

"No, I'm fine," I heard someone say faintly before I realized it was me.

"Let me take you to your room, little girl," she said, turning me and walking to the back of the house to Gram's old room, which was now mine.

I was so fragile that I couldn't even keep my head up and had to rest it against her. I really, seriously hated being so helpless.

"Lord, what's that smell?" she asked, placing me on the bed, though I didn't move. "Oh, it's you," she answered her own question and wrinkled her nose. "Damn Eric to hell," she cursed, removing her sunglasses from her head. "I didn't think I'd have to bathe my ward. Come on," she said, and I could feel the resignation in her voice as she put her arm around my waist and pulled me up.

"No, no," I protested, but my body didn't hold back.

I scuttled my feet as we went to the bathroom, finding myself holding onto her as loosely as she was to me. And I use the word 'loosely' because she didn't have to work too hard at keeping me moving in a vertical position. She set me on the closed toilet seat lid, and I watched her as she turned the spigots on, occasionally checking the temperature by running her fingers under the stream of water. I couldn't quite make sense of how exactly she would know what an acceptable temperature that would be, as far as preventing third degree burns on human flesh was concerned.

When she seemed somewhat satisfied, she placed the stopper over the drain and turned to face me. Again with the amused expression. What was with her?

She pulled the bathroom rug close to the commode and kneeled in front of me, staring at me blankly. "Thanks," I said, expecting her to get up and leave; it never dawned on me why she was on her knees. Without a word, our eyes locked in an almost cat-like stare before she leaned forward, her hands on my knees, slowly running her hands up my jeans. "Pam?"

"I hardly think you have the strength to undress yourself. Am I right?" she asked, her hands briefly stopping before they reached my hips.

"I can do it," I told her, my usual weird grin I'd plaster on my weird face when I was in an extremely uncomfortable position.

"But then you would take all the pleasure away from me. I was so looking forward to it."

I could feel her trying to glamour me again. "Did you forget that won't work with me."

"What? Me receiving pleasure from you? You are sadly mistaken," she pointed out innocently guilty.

"No, you trying to glamour me."

"Well, can't blame a girl for trying, now can you?" She grinned wickedly.

The tips of her fingers slid under my light blue cotton blouse, one I had thrown on absent-mindedly right after everyone had left. I felt myself tremble when her cold fingers brushed against my waist. Being surprisingly disappointed when she removed them, I soon realized she had begun to undo the very bottom button, and I couldn't even find the energy to stop her.

I looked over her face as she moved upward slowly, keeping her eyes on her fingers, trying to glimpse a peak of my skin. As the blouse became free of its last button over my breasts, I found myself holding my breath. She pushed the material away from my body, up and over my shoulders.

"My, my, what do we have here?" she said, looking down at my breasts.

I followed her eyes, terrified of the two perky nipples fighting to get out of my bra. "It's cold," I replied, those I wasn't quite sure if that was the truth.

"Riiight," she said as she stood, towering over me as she gently grabbed me by my forearms and pulled me forward.

I shivered as her fingers trailed my skin while she tugged the blouse down, releasing my arms before tossing it onto the floor. My forehead brushed against her jacket, and the soft contact was comforting, so I rested my head against it. Pam tensed, and nothing happened for several seconds before she patted my shoulder like a dog, not like the wounded child that I felt at that moment.

"Stand up," she ordered, but her voice wasn't harsh. I did so and she turned me around, my back to her. "Good girl," she cooed in my ear, like I was her slave.

The tip of her fingernails traced the small of my back and trailed up to my shoulder blades. My shoulders flinched down and I arched my back. Two seconds later, my bra loosened and fell, and I caught it with my elbows.

"You won't need that any longer," she said as she grabbed it, threw it on my blouse and twirled me around so fast I had to put my hands on her shoulder to stop myself.

I looked up into her face and for a moment, I was no longer shy. It was like the time in Fangtasia when Bill killed Long Shadows and she met me in the bathroom while I was cleaning up. She was more than willing to remove his entrails from between my cleavage, and we never lost eye contact then, either. I don't know if it was because I was in shock or there was something more to it.

"Pam, thank you," I heard myself say. "I can get it from here."

"Suit yourself," she said as she backed away and stood against the wall, watching every mood I made.

Before I undressed completely, I wanted to make sure the water wasn't too hot so I could make a quick escape into the tub. Once I was reassured, I quickly pulled the jeans down and carefully slid into the hot, soothing water. I had to admit that it felt good, so I sighed and leaned down so the water was barely over my shoulders and leaned against the side. Ah, it was just what I needed. I closed my eyes and thought I was alone until I heard, "Make some room in there for me."

So, we all know where this is going. If there are any readers, please review so I know to continue. If I don't, then I won't. I'll just leave the little fantasy to myself.