Chapter 2: Where Things Heat Up
ONE MONTH LATER…
Judy couldn't believe she had lasted so long against such a formidable temptation. Mostly, she thanked the distractions that would come along and snap her back to reality; the reality that he was young enough to be her son. That he was her son's best friend. She felt two arms wrap around her wais, suddenly.
"C-" she stopped herself immediately before she said the name that would give her away.
"Hey, Sugar-Booger…" said a familiar male voice. She turned around to find that it was her husband, Hugh. He had finally come back. She gave him the biggest hug she had ever given in their marriage.
"Whoa! Easy there with that knife in your hand!" Hugh said. "Were you making pot pie? My favorite! I'll tell Jim-Jam… he must be in that labby-thing he has there… see ya!"
Knife? Judy thought. How had he known about the pot pie? Oh… The ingredients were all lined up… except for the chicken. Judy went after he husband to ask for chicken money. Then suddenly, he was right in front of her, leaning with his dead weight. She felt something warm spreading over her right arm, to her waist. What was it? She shoved Hugh off of her to see what the warmth was.
Carl decided to try once more at what had become his mission in life: to touch the lips of Mrs. Neutron. He walked up to the front door and knocked three times.
"This may be the day," he whispered. It was the very phrase he had uttered to himself every day he came over. Only this time, he actually believed it. He reached for the knob and found that the door was open.
"Oh J-" he stopped when he saw this small spectacle; Judy, knife in-hand, and a bleeding Mr. Neutron on the floor.
"It's not what it looks like," Judy started to say. Carl raised his hand, signaling for her to be quiet. A few moments later, he said to get Mr. Neutron's feet.
They took him through the back door and lay him in the yard.
"Where's your shovel?" Carl asked.
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"I can never thank you enough for this…" Judy said.
They were both inside the kitchen with Carl leaning against the oven with his hands behind his head (looking quite statuesque, she notices), and Judy preparing the pot pie with leftover pork. She had to keep up the charade for when Jimmy came in expecting dinner. She figured that if there was always food, the boy would suspect nothing.
"Always a pleasure, love," Carl said, closing his eyes.
She put the pie in the oven, lowering the temperature.
"Say, you are covered in blood…" Carl told her. "Don't you think that would look suspicious?" he pointed out in a half-growl, half-croon voice.
Judy looked down at herself, seeing, for the first time, the dried blood on her arm and the half-dried blood on her dress. She clicked her tongue and headed for her room. Once there, she made quick work of her dress and looked in her closet for another one.
While browsing, she heard her door close… and footsteps headed in her direction. She pretended to not hear them and continued to look. Then there was a sound like the rustling of clothes and the soft thud as they hit the floor. Seconds later, an arm wrapped around her waist.
"You know," Carl began. "Your slip has blood on it, too… as do your underwear…" He slid his hand down her waist and started to pull her slip and panties off. He felt her take in a ragged breath and then left to lock the door. When he returned, there she was. ON. THE. BED!!! Lying on her side and drawing circles in the comforter.
He walked over to the edge and knelt by it. He bit his lip, trying to ease the blush at his cheeks. I started it, he thought. I should finish it, after all this time. He reached over to her back to undo her bra but found it was already undone. He pulled it off and gazed at her.
