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.