** in a previous chap. is a real cameo of me and my late girlfriend, a true life scene that really happened. first one to ID it gets to decide if Mia and Sawyer work out
Chp53 empty house, love potion number 9.
Monday morning.
I wake and dance thru my morning routine. The house is nearly empty. Just my man and me, his parents and the kids. Everyone else is scattered to the winds till next Monday the return to school. The siblings are off to the North Shore of Hawaii, Luke, Shawnee, Mia and Sawyer to the Florida Panhandle. My parents to their home. Elisa back in school, teaching, she loves to teach. Ben is back in Chicago working. And Taylor and Gail are arriving in Warm Spring, MO. I dance about as my man snores softly. I worked out all his kinks last night, both muscle and sexual. I am a very Naughty girl.
I start getting breakfast going. We heard the adults going very hard last night or was it early morning. I giggle as I burn meat and whip up eggs. I hear a chair shift. Mikey up, but looking down. "Pancakes, Mikey?" "No, it's not a pancake day." trouble in paradise. "What wrong, little brother?" "I ask Sammy to marry me. she said no." "Mikey, Mikey. She didn't mean it like that." He looks confused. "She said no." "Mikey, you too just meet. Your relationship is still so new, of course she said no. you need to give it some time. Ask again in three or four months." "but I know. I want to marry her. be her only one. That I love her. and want" "Mikey, she does know. She feels it to. But it takes time to be sure. I knew Chris years before I could admit I loved him and wanted to marry him. And it took just as long for him to pop the question."
He thinks hard, I watch the brow furrow as he concentrates. "I have to wait for the water to boil" he says. "Yes, exactly. Here an omelet with bacon and sausage." He starts as Sammy comes in. she wary, shy. "Morning Sammy, what you have?" She looks at Mikey. I see unsure, scared little girl. "I'll make you an omelet, spinach and cheese, with sautéed mushrooms" she nods. As I make the food. I see neither one knows how to start the apology."
"Sammy, do you love Mikey?" "Yes, with all my heart."
"Mikey, do you love Sammy?" "Yes, totally, always."
"Then by the powers of being the lady of the Manor I pronounce you both idiots and forgiven. Mikey will return to the question in three to four months. while Sammy ponders the question for that time period. Any objection, no I was speaking to jury. You two will eat and then go hiking and talking. No more will the question be brought up till the three-month period is over. The judge, jury and executor have ruled." I try hard not to giggle thru the speech.
"What's the question, tabled for discussion?" says Grace as she walks in.
"The KIDS (pointing to them) are rushing their relationship. They need to wait and think on the question of marriage." She laughs. "o' yes wait. It took me a whole month to just realize I was hopelessly in love. And two more to realize I couldn't live without the big lug."
"Grace, when did you know?" Sammy ask. "I knew the minute he kissed me, I just had to convince myself to listen to my heart, that took time. So just take it easy kids, enjoy the ride. If it's meant to be it will be." They both look relieved. "Besides you have a loving caring future-in-laws, to support you both. That more than I had. The old grouse dragon hated"
"Grace, please my Mother was not that bad. I mean she hated you for corrupting her purely innocent little lamb, leading me down a wicked path of morals and sinful woes!" we all laugh. As Grace sticks her tongue out at her husband. "Innocent my ass. I still have those photos of you in Korea, during your army lawyer days?" "I yield to the beautiful lady of the lakes." He bows over the plated omelet and sausage. I see where Elliot gets his clowning from.
The last to wander in is Christian, looking upset. Now what? "What's?" "You didn't wake me." kissing me, whispering in my ear "I wanted to wake you up. Little Chris is needy" I blush, swatting his ass. I make our food. Sitting next to him we eat off each other plate. Fighting and stealing the best parts. Looking up I see the crowd is gone. And the dishes are washed and drying in the sink. How time flies when you're playing sexy with your man.
Tuesday I arranged for a girl's spa day, lunch and shopping followed by dinner in town. the guys have to work the morning. Carrick is teleconference. Christian is doing email and paperwork. And Mikey, well, Mikey is coding some new protocols for the Grey intranet. They will be promptly at lunch or else they will be sleeping in the dog house. Yes, I have a dog house I found it in the garden, I think a family of raccoons live in it.
I make sure everything is set at the spa. I want Sammy to be comfortable. She's never done the spa thing before. I remember how scared I was the first time Mia and Grace took me. Arriving we are whisked to the changing rooms. Sammy is timid. I notice she gets this way when she unsure of herself. I hook her arm. Asking what she's had done, or would like.
We settle for a little touch up waxing, massage, and facial with Man-Pedi. Plus, a lite trim. The morning flies by as she gets comfortable. The spa owner is very good. She has senior, experience staff work with Sammy, ones who understand her transgender issues. She is glowing by the time we exit, walking down to the restaurant. Window shopping. Sammy is walking on air.
We arrive right on time. We're show to are table. The men stand as we arrive. Seating us. I marvel at Mikey new manners. He is learning quickly what Grace expects of her son's. The conversation around the table is going good till Golf is mentioned. I watch as Christian and Grace shudder with apprehension. They hate golf unless its putt-putt. Sammy mentions she plays, with a four handicap. "Great, just great. Now the Grey golf team is a shoe in to win next year. Ugh." Christian groans.
Sammy looks concerned, unsure, like she done something wrong. "Sammy what the badly golf playing members of the Greys means, is the family golf pro's Carrick, Elliot and myself welcome you to winning the country club title as well has the state tournament with us. (looking at Christian) we won't be burden with dead weight this time." The table erupts in laughter and banter back and forth. Sammy is settled and enjoying the banter and jibs as the food arrives. We happy few, we wild few.
After lunch, we wander the town, looking, shopping. Enjoying the freedom of being out. Acting are ages, well younger versions at least. The stogie businessman is nowhere to be seen, as I piggy back on him stealing kisses along his neck. Quiet tongue wrestling in corners of the art gallery. The wicked fun in the costume and toy shops. The goofing and pranking. We are three couples in love with the world.
We wander into the restaurant for dinner. A lively place, western barbecue, the local security recommended it. It looks and smells good. A little campy and sappy, but well, it BARBECUE. We just ordered when Sammy goes all tensed and stiff. I turn as two good looking; trust fund kids walk up. I know this is going south quick. "So Sam Bale, still a freak!" Mikey starts to rise but Sammy grabs his arm. Christian rises turning to the two about to be beat up punks. "Leave now!" my man of few words. "hell, Georgie I bet all these sluts are guys too, bunch of freaks. You want a real_" Security grabs them dragging them out. I watch Carrick follow them out. I wonder why. I hold on too Christian so he won't get out of hand.
Sammy is ready to cry. "Don't Sammy. It's not your fault. They are stupid spoiled brats. We can't avoid them or ignore them, but we can sure as hell smack back pretty hard." Grace jumps in and soon the table is laughing. And the idiots are gone.
Carrick returns looking like he stole a slice of chocolate fudge cake. "Sammy those boys won't bug you any more, I fact they're in jail right now. Seems that they have unpaid parking tickets and the loud mouth was on probation for DUI, wasn't supposed to leave Virginia, without permission."
We laugh. I can see the wheels turning in Carrick head. They are in for a dose of Carrick Grey, Lawyer and Grizzly bear father/father-in-law. I suddenly feel sad. Grizzly is gone. We are scheduled to go to his funeral in Oregon next week. He wanted to buried with his family. The Military wanted Arlington, but he made me his executor of his will. I feel like I'm burying my brother. I feel all tear eyed and sad.
I feel arms around me. hugging and holding me. the table is deadly quiet. I feel worse, I've spoiled the good mood. "I'm aa sorry. I waaas think of john. How we miss him. I'm soor_" "Anna we all miss Sumter, we all loved him. He was family. He died doing wat he loved, saving people. We will always have him in our hearts." Grace soothes me.
"What brought that sad thought on. Babe" Christian ask. I blush, "Ia I thought how the two idiots were still in line for some Carrick Grey wisdom." Which bring the house down? As we watch Carrick rise and flex his muscles, like Elliot. Spouting Lawyerly nonsense and double and triple speak. Till we girls run for the bathroom. It funny to a point you have to pee. You are really funny trying not to pee while laughing so hard your body cheats on you.
It late, I sit on the porch, Chris head in my lap, his soft breath along my stomach. The stars bright and sky clear as my wishes chase every shooting star across the sky. The day was perfect, even the two boozes. Seem a check of their hotel room turn up drugs, high weight drugs. The trust fund kids are really needing a lawyer, a good one. I wake my man, dragging he's sleepy playful body to bed. hours later I sink into a hot soft bath of bubbles and salts. As my man is dead to the world, worn-out and spend, snoring on the bed. I rule.
Xxxxxx
Congressman Bales fact finding tour of Italy.
Deb chewed my ear off. Seem my son has set up house with Michael Grey. Kid brother to up and comer Christian Grey of GEH Seattle. I'll ask my chief of staff to get a rundown. None of the VP on the junket are west coast. So I can't ask them. I remember some press, but I can't recall it. I'm back in town Friday, I can deal with it, if nothing else a good donation should be in order.
I wish my son would grow out of this phase. I mean what was my mother-in-law doing giving him all that money. He had those surgeries. The breast. Hell how do I explain that to the conservatives, and holy rollers. Now he has a boyfriend, at least it better than last time. He told the kid upfront, not waiting till they tried sex. God, what that cost me. Senator Willis still won't return my calls. Thinks I set up his son. Why can't my son be normal? The right wing NRA crowd is on me to be more social right. They publicly invited me to a father-kid skeet shoot. Next month. if it was golf I wouldn't worry, but, gun and Samuel don't do well, never have.
The reception tonight should be good. The Italians can't seem to grasp that I don't play around. It's the one thing Deb understands. Monogamous is my only way. Period. She Cheats an I'll destroy her and her family. I mourn Sarah, Samuel's mother, who died seven years ago after a three-year battle with cancer. I remember having to tell him she was gone. The real pain and heartbreak, we both felt and had to work thru. Samuel will warm up to Deb it's only been two years since I remarried. I would have taken her on the junket but, Westley and Malcolm are here and they play with anything, everything, and she would have to lie to their wives, something she won't do. So I'm here, she there. An I wish she was here in my arms. The public hard, spoiled socialite is soft, unsure, little girls in private. She is my love, my new life.
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Nevada state prison, medium security.
I stand in the corner of the cell. My nose to the seam of the concrete. Naked, not making a sound. my cellmate, my master. Reads a book of erotic gay sex. About Black master and sissy white boys. My new cellmate is planning to use me. their nothing I can do. That bitch slant eyed lawyer recorded the contract. Now I'm getting thirty years added on to my sentence I should have been out in two more years, hell I should have got paroled six months ago. But no Carla screwed that up. An Annie, my little Annie. Giving herself to some random rich guy. I see the pictures. I rage and hate. Till they stuck this big gorilla in here with me. I was in the infirmary for a month, then right back here. I am black and blue all over. The guards won't help me. the other inmates hate me. call me a short eye, child rapist. I will kill who ever outed me. I hate my life.
Christmas morning a body is found hanging from handrail of the second floor landing after the cells are open for breakfast. The white naked body hangs there till the warden orders it cut down. I land on the floor with a thud. "Inmate 38764592 death by suicide, Stephen Morton. Remains to state disposal. Good ridden" states the captain of the watch to the Warden, who nods.
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Christmas evening ST. Elizabeth mental hospital Washington DC.
The old one is mental gone. She is lost in senility. The daughter, well she tries to seduce the staff, but here there is no medical code or legal restraints these people are here to be punished and controlled and neutralized. The Political aide opted for lobotomy right away. He'll be placed in an outside unit. His memories are gone. The world is reset as a six-year-old, it will be ten years before he sees the outside world as a free man, right now he has to learn to eat, potty training and speak.
The daughter is in restrains as we show her the pictures and movies of the last days of her boyfriend. She rages, and screams. Than begs for the Lobotomy, we will consider it in a year or two.
Xxxxxxxxxxxx
Christmas day: Leavenworth federal Prison
Cell 345: Military prisoner 98673543-3
Dishonorable discharge: Major: infantry: Citadel: Silver star, bronze star, CIB, Deseret Storm vet: Murder, rape, theft multiple counts.
"The world turns, yes it does, along a road of stars, yet every once along the road a fork is found in hand. So chose wisely little one the path you seek to go, for along the road are evil men like me who long to know." I stare out my cell. Looking at the stars thru the dirty glass. Soon my son, soon I'll be out. And you will feel my hand. Little man. The rhymes come and go. As I past the time. The picture of my son, etched in my mine. The face I see when I look into the reflections of the mirror. I brush my copper hair, thinning a little. Thru black eyes. Soon they will have to let me free. Then I will make my son give me a life. He owes me that. I gave him life. Now he owes me a life.
