Stepping into the line of fire
Chapter 54
John looked up at Bobby.
Bobby stared at him with complete disbelief in his eyes.
"What the fuck are ya' doing to Dean, John?" he enquired with fury behind the words.
John looked back at him blankly. Bobby continued…
"What the fuck was that all about? …You can't spank him. He's nineteen goddam' it! ya've lost the plot John…ya're fucking with his mind…"
John stood up ignoring Bobby. He went to get washed. Bobby let him go but he, all at once, was very worried about the family dynamics. These precious boys were at risk he thought. John in his mind and eyes had stepped over the line.
As John reached the washing area he saw Angela. She was naked and beautiful. He knew he should not stare but she reminded him of Mary and he stood there transfixed. She was washing her beautiful blond hair bent over the bucket. John felt something stir in his trousers that had laid dormant for maybe too long. He resisted the urge to grab her and make love to her with huge willpower. Angela felt a presence though and turned around. She saw John and panicked.
"I'm washing, please go!" she shouted out. John nodded at her and left the scene.
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Angela felt awful. It had happened by chance. She was sure of that but the embarrassment of her soon to be father in law seeing her naked was mortifying. She chose to put these feelings aside and sorted out her clothing. John would apologise and she would accept his apology. It was a shit moment but shit happened!... there was something about the old hunter, though, that turned her on. She could not deny this to herself. These feelings worried her a great deal. Angela truly sensed that she had been unfaithful to her sweetie for a moment. It had not been her fault in anyway but that is what she perceived.
John made his way back to the fire. He sat down where he had spanked his disobedient son and thought. That Angela was a beauty! He had seen everything. Her breasts, her bottom, her long athletic legs. A drum was pounding within him. His trousers felt unbelievably tight. He had wanted her. An atavistic yearning was invading his most inner core. He would put it aside but he knew that she would haunt his dreams. Damn that Delilah!
Angela, as she arrived back at base, saw him sitting there and went up to him.
"It's OK John. You did not mean to see me. I understand."
John looked up at her.
"Sorry." He replied.
"Apology accepted" she grinned back shyly. "Where's Dean?"
"In bed." Answered John.
"Good. He needs to rest." She responded. "D'ya' want a coffee sir?"
John nodded yes and smiled at her. He was so handsome when he smiled she thought...
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When the coffee was ready she handed him the cup. He accepted it willingly and smiled at her again. A big dimpled smile. Angela melted a bit. John asked her to join him. They both sat side by side on the moss and contemplated the moment. Angela spoke first.
"Sir…do you think that it is Ungoliant?"
"Yeah I do…but we don't know for sure."
"Are we going to be OK?" she continued.
"Of course, we are little' lady. That's our job. Hunting these sons of bitches…"
Angela looked deeply into his amber eyes and uttered timidly…
"Are you good with Dean and I getting married?"
John looked back at her and shrugged his shoulders.
"He's nineteen he can marry ya' if he wants. There's nothing I can do about it!"
Angela glanced back at him.
"Yeah, he can… but he wants your approval sir."
John glanced back.
"He's got it. Now you go and get some kip too. Your psychic powers will help us all gal'. You'll tell us what we're up against. Go and rest."
Angela nodded and did as she was told.
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