Justin

Justin

Jhondie was half under me when Dad made himself known, but she still managed to get out from under me, and be on her feet in less than a second.  "Umm…I'm going to bed now," she said quickly, and then the little coward darted past Dad and up the stairs.  I was at least in a sitting position, trying to think of the right thing to say.  Dad was just staring at me.  Not a good sign.

"I was under the impression that we had an agreement concerning certain behavior here especially when the twins were here," he said flatly.

"It won't happen again," I said, looking down at the carpet.  I felt like I was a kid getting busted.  I wanted to try and explain that I didn't mean to get started, she was just not easy to keep hands off of, but that was useless with Dad.  Dad and I had a good relationship, but every now and then he suddenly became a parent, and was impossible to deal with then.  Dad didn't say anything; he just had that disappointed look that was far worse than yelling.

"I know it won't," he finally replied, his voice full of warning.  You know, for a man that claimed to trust me, this was pretty ridiculous.  One slip up in all this time was a pretty good track record.

"Dad…"I tried to protest, but he cut me off.

"If you can't handle her being here, then after this weekend, she will not be an overnight guest here again," he said firmly.  Before I could say anything to try and explain that it wasn't like she had snuck down here for a quickie, he continued, "we both agreed on the rules together, and under this roof, you will abide by them."  My mouth shut.  He was not going to be in a mood to talk tonight.

Dad turned to leave, but I did have something to ask that he would be willing to answer.  "What did Mr. O'Malley say?" I asked.  Dad turned back, smirking.

"Let's see, at first he was ready to grab Mitchell and come over and remove body parts that you are rather fond of," Dad said.  That wouldn't have been pretty.  Dad would have also learned that it wasn't just girls Jhondie could take out when in the mood.  "But then Denise stopped wailing that you beat her up when I said rather loudly that I didn't appreciate her sneaking naked into my son's bedroom."

I laughed.  Mr. O'Malley loved his daughter for some bizarre reason that I couldn't fathom, but he knew about her personality deficits.  "She started whining that you had asked her to come over," Dad continued, "until I reminded her that you were on the couch and Jhondie was in your room.  I told George that it was her and Jhondie that got into a fight."

Dad gave me an odd look.  "Did you see what Jhondie did to her?"  I hoped he didn't see me blanche.  I didn't get a good view, but I could imagine.  Denise was lucky the damage wasn't far worse.  Jhondie let her walk out of here.

"Not really," I replied.  It didn't come out too weird.  "Jhondie got some bad scratches, she manage to get the better of Denise?"

Dad snorted.  "Better of her?  She damn near ripped out Denise's nails.  Denise is going to be lucky if she can walk tomorrow with all the bruises, and she claimed that Jhondie choked her one-handed.  In the car she was screaming for the police to be called until I reminded her she was the one breaking and entering."  He sighed.  "I hope Denise got the point she wasn't welcome around here any longer."

"Me too," I said.  From the depths of my soul I hoped so.  I know Dad didn't think she'd be up and around the next day, but it's hard to keep evil down.

"Why don't you go back to sleep now," Dad suggested, and then turned to leave.

"Dad?" I called out, not wanting to say it, but he had been right.  Dad paused.  "I'm sorry about earlier," I said quickly.  "Not trying to make any excuses, but I am sorry."  He gave me a curt nod that meant apology accepted, and then went upstairs.

I lay back down, wanting to go back to sleep.  I could still feel Jhondie against me.  I wanted more than anything to sneak up to my room, and just hold her for the rest of the night.  This was not fair.  Rule of thumb, the day after you first make love to a woman, don't have her in arms reach all night if you can't do anything.  It is a source of great pain.  I closed my eyes, still picturing her in my mind like she was yesterday with her head on my shoulder, her body close to mine.  Good night Jhondie, I thought.  Love you baby.  With that in mind, I finally fell back asleep.

Jhondie

There was a light knock at the bedroom door, and I had a feeling I knew who it was.  I was so embarrassed.  I had promised myself to be a perfect lady while enjoying the Carter's hospitality, and then there I was enjoying Justin's special hospitality right on the couch.  I had to be honest with myself.  Had Mr. Carter not shown up, the hospitality would have been mint-on-the-pillow kind of good.

"It's open," I said quietly, and Mr. Carter came in.  I know I blushed.  Luckily I had a bandage covering half my face.

"Jhondie," he started to say, but I jumped up and cut him off dead.

"I know what you want to say," I said quickly, "and I totally apologize for getting away with myself there.  The only excuse I can offer is that I was really upset, and it's really easy for comfort to become something else real fast."  I had to be beet red at that point.  This was so embarrassing.  "Under any other circumstances I would not have gone downstairs at all until morning."  I paused for a second.  "Okay, maybe to get some more of that cranberry stuffing, but that's it."  It was a good thing I didn't need to breathe as much.  I managed to get that all out in one breath.

He looked a little off balance.  It was kind of cute because it was the same expression Justin had when I sidestepped him.  "Umm…" he stuttered.  I realized that he was just as embarrassed as I was.  Funny.  "Well, as long as you understand that I don't want this repeated," he said.

"Absolutely," I agreed fervently.  "It's your house, and I respect your rules."

He smiled.  "Well, I'm glad we got that worked out."

"Me too," I replied, smiling back.

He took a breath and asked me cautiously, "Did you mean to hurt her as bad as you did?"

I shook my head.  "No," I answered.  "I actually was going to hurt her worse."

That wasn't the answer he was expecting.  He looked shocked for a moment, and then started laughing.  "Goodnight Jhondie," he said, shaking his head.

"Night," I said, shutting the door.  I sat back down at the computer and started to get some stuff written up.  God, Justin needed to get this desk of his in some semblance of order.  There were a couple of floppies I knew he had earlier, but hell if I could find them now.  I made myself concentrate on what I was doing, and not think of Justin's hands all over me.  I was not going to think of his scent, or the way his arms felt around me.  I finally had to give up and go lay down to force myself to sleep.  It was the fastest way to pass time, and I needed to get Justin out of this house.  Good night Justin, my love, I thought.  I didn't care if we got any work at all done tomorrow.  I just wanted to be with him.