Vicki's mind wandered to the times she'd spent with Henry. She thought back to their first few times they watched movies together then to how things had progressed into something more. Vicki never let her heart open to him, just her body. It seemed to work for her but now she wondered if she'd truly only opened just her body. She also thought back to the Coreen she knew, the stubborn little girl that had grown so much under her employment. She sometimes took Coreen for granted but never thought Coreen gave a second thought to Vicki on a personal level. Then there was Mike, the most shocking thus far and she hadn't seen her mother or Henry yet. Then again, Coreen was pretty shocking too.
"What's your favorite memory of your mother Vicki?" Dagon asked snapping Vicki back to reality.
Vicki smiled, "I think it would have to be her trying to comfort me after I fell off my bike and skinned every inch of bare skin that showed. She did her best and tried to stop my sobbing. Then," Vicki looked into nothing and her eyes watered somewhat, "she told me I was going to have to be tough. She said "Vicki darling, that's what she called me, Vicki darling, it's just me and you kid. You'll do great, you'll grow up and be your own woman, and I have faith in you. My father had just left, I thought it was my fault and everything upset me."
"Was this a turning point for you?"
Vicki nodded, "It was. I knew at that point in time that I needed no one, or I thought I didn't. Either way, my mother had faith in me, that's all that mattered. Now, I'm just one big bowl of disappointment for her, no marriage, no kids, just a massive fuck up."
"You sell yourself and your mother short, we're here," Dagon had deposited them in the house Vicki grew up in.
"She still lives in the same house, can't be all that bad," Vicki shrugged as she tried to convince herself her mother was fine.
Vicki looked around and saw there were no pictures on the wall, her mother had no children at all. There were antiques of sorts, old faded prints and much outdated wallpaper and old furniture. Vicki jumped when a cat came out of nowhere, stood in front of them and hissed.
"Holy shit! My mom has a cat?"
"Your mom has 'cats' as in many, the cats can sense us, that's why he hissed," Dagon told Vicki.
"How many cats?" Vicki's eyes widened.
"Many," Dagon motioned for her to follow her. Vicki's heart dropped when she saw her mother sitting alone in the near dark room, her lap filled with two more cats. Her eyes popped out of her head when she saw at least eight more cats sitting throughout the room.
"Oh…my…" Vicki managed out.
"That's my pretty kitty," Vicki's mother told the orange striped cat that lay purring on her lap.
"My mother is a crazy cat lady?"
"Excuse me, I have cats and not all of us are crazy cat ladies thank you," Dagon was offended.
"I'm sorry, it's just so sad. She's alone…so she never had any kids at all? Well, my mother did struggle so maybe it's for the best," Vicki tried to justify her mother's loneliness while at the same time ease her sense of guilt.
"This is better?" Dagon pointed to the empty house, save for the many cats.
Before Vicki could respond, she noticed tears slipping down her mother's face.
"Oh, my precious kitties, you're all I have, what would I do without you? Why didn't God give me a child I wonder…would I have been a bad mother? I suppose so," Marjory Nelson or rather Smith would be her name if she'd never married, sighed and wiped her tears away. Her mother looked very old and weary.
"That's not right, she would have had another child, right? I mean come on, she didn't stay single forever, did she?" Vicki was shocked and hurt for her mother.
"Yes, she did. Vicki, she never married your father, you were never born. After your father left, did your mother date?"
Vicki tilted her head and realized that no, her mother never dated. She would have never met someone else because she stayed single all those years and even now or rather in Vicki's time before this excursion, Marjory didn't date.
"I guess not," Vicki said softly. Vicki moved to sit next to her mother and she wanted nothing more than to touch her hand, to comfort her and to tell her how much she loved her.
"Take me out of here, this is horrible," Vicki ordered.
"I thought your life was unimportant, Vicki. Why worry about some old woman you would have never known anyway?"
"Just get me out of here, please," Vicki's eyes brimmed with tears that she refused to shed. Her mind drifted back to one night with Henry, one night she'd shared some of her life with.
"You are an only child then?" Henry asked as he twirled Vicki's hair.
"Yep, can you imagine two of me?" Vicki had laughed.
"I'd like that," Henry said cryptically.
"I'll bet you would, dirty man," Vicki teased back. Henry had taken Vicki in his arms and kissed her passionately then pulled away.
"So, you are close to your mother?"
Vicki had shrugged, "I guess so, whatever. I really don't need anyone, besides, I'm not the best daughter in the world." Henry pulled her close again and slipped his hand under her shirt. Vicki moaned, lay back on the couch and let him have his way with her. Leaning up, Henry had pulled his shirt off and undone his pants, Vicki had gladly removed them and slipped him in her mouth. Henry arched into her ministrations, her wet, hot tongue laving his sensitive tip and sucking on him intermittently while her hand stroked his shaft in short bursts for added pleasure. Henry had taken her clothes off as well and soon, they were entwined, arms and legs, hands and lips travelled over one another. Vicki had never been with someone like Henry, a tender, compassionate and selfless lover. Henry's kisses were the best she'd ever experienced, the many years of practice paying off in a big way.
Vicki had flipped Henry over and began to rub herself on his pulsing member. His eyes bled black and he groaned while he cupped and massaged her breasts. Vicki had thrown her head back and with the backlight of the TV., they made love on Henry's couch. She speared him, her legs hooked underneath his thighs while she rocked back and forth. Henry leaned up and took her breast in his mouth, his tongue laving her hardened nubs fast and furious. Vicki's hands entwined in his hair, pulling it and scraping his scalp with her nails as she grasped for something to hold on to as her release edged closer. Henry felt her walls pulling him in, tightening and releasing as he hit her spot over and over. Feeling her ready, he bit her breast and drank. Vicki had thrown her head back and screamed obscenities while they finished together. They had lain together for awhile after their session silent and happy. Vicki detached herself from the feeling she had for him, it would complicate things and she didn't do complicated. She couldn't deny he was the best lover she'd ever had but she couldn't let herself get caught up in feelings, look where it had gotten her mother, heartache, sadness and loneliness.
This thought tugged at Vicki's heart. At least her mother had her, she wasn't quite so lonely with Vicki around but without Vicki, all she had was cats. Her mother was sad and hurt, Vicki hated to see her like that.
Vicki dreaded seeing Henry…