AN: You all know what I'm gonna say, so why bother to type it? I'll send the message to you
telepathically. ************* Done.
ChApTeR 8
"You...WHAT?" Bethany asked. Jay had said he loved her before, but this time he was earnest about
what he was saying. She had never seen Jay this serious before. It was a little scary, in a way. Jay put
his head in his hands, unable to fully explain himself. It was now Bethany's turn to stare.
"I mean what I say. I love you. I love you a lot. It's really weird."
"I'll say."
Jay looked up, and looked deep into Bethany's dark brown eyes. He was once again at a loss for words.
He didn't like this much, either. Jay had always been VERY articulate. He couldn't find the words to
describe what he saw in Bethany. 'Beautiful' didn't cover it. She was radiant, gorgeous, amazing,
wonderful...the list continued in his head. But most of all, she was Bethany. And she was here with him.
That's all that mattered to him at the moment. Screw Bartleby, screw this whole holy crusade bull shit.
She was Bethany. "Wanna go get breakfast?" he asked, rising. He held out a hand to assist her up, but
she brushed it aside.
"Yeah, sure. Don't touch me."
"I won't. Not yet, anyway," Jay whispered to himself as he followed her to the dining car.
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Bartleby got back to the motel at about seven o'clock, carefully parking the truck in its designated spot.
He brought Tzipora's breakfast back to their lodge, but found her still sleeping. He set her food down,
then playfully jumped onto the bed, causing Tzipora to stir, but not wake. "Tzipora...Tzipora, wake up,"
he whispered in her ear as he pulled the sheets off her. She groaned, opened her eyes, and pulled the
blanket back up to her chin. She blinked a few times, then rolled over on her side.
"What do you want?" she yawned.
"I brought you back some breakfast. I got some waffles and some syrup and sausages. Hope you like them,"
Bartleby said, getting up off the bed. He started setting out her meal on a small table.
"God, don't you get hangovers? We drank enough last night for about ten people," Tzipora moaned, slowly
crawling out of bed. She put a hand over her eyes to block the bright sun. "I'm gonna go take a shower, and
then eat, okay?"
"Now that you mention it...Loki and I used to get really drunk all the time, but we never had hangovers.
Cool, huh?" Tzipora stared at him with half-lidded eyes. "Oh, yeah, sure, go take a shower. I think I'll watch
some T.V." Tzipora stumbled to the bathroom and a few minutes later, Bartleby heard the water running.
He watched a few minutes of MTV...the latest video by blink-182 was playing, and he laughed at their
amusing antics. But he got bored quickly, and turned the television off. Suddenly, he thought of a naughty
idea. He got up, stripped, and went into the bathroom.
Bartleby could see her silhouette through the sheer shower curtain. Tzipora was standing in the shower,
letting the hot water wash over her. Her brown hair dripped about halfway down her back, and she was
just about to reach down and grab the shampoo when Bartleby intervened. He had slipped quickly and
quietly into the shower with her, and grabbed the shampoo bottle before she could reach it. She screamed
in shock, but then realized who it was in the water with her. "God, Bartleby, don't do that to me! You almost
gave me a freaking heart attack." Then, slowly, a smile spread across her face. "You gonna help me wash my
hair, B?" Bartleby nodded, poured some shampoo in his hands, and started massaging her scalp. Her head
tingled, and the feeling coursed throughout her body. She was facing away from Bartleby and all she could
think of were those Herbal Essence commercials. She moaned a little and sighed, "Fuck, this feels good."
Bartleby chuckled a little. He was enjoying this as much as she was. He stared down at her short form,
taking in all her curves. Tzipora wasn't exactly skinny...some might even say she was chubby. Bartleby
loved her all the more for it. Her body wasn't perfect, but neither was his. He compared her's to one of those
old-fashioned flowers vases. Bartleby ran his hands up and down her, from her thighs to her breasts, and
back again. "Rinse my hair, Bartleby."
"What? Oh, okay." Bartleby turned her around and wrapped an arm about her waist, then tipped her back
so that her hair could be rinsed clean. When it was, he pulled her close and leaned down to kiss her. He
laid soft, quick kisses on her lips, her cheeks, her ears, her eyelids, her throat. Tzipora was silent, basking in
all his sensual attention. She put her arms around his shoulders and started kissing him back. Bartleby
gently pushed her back until she was against a wall of the shower, then started playing with his hands. He
reached up and started to massage her breasts, lightly flicking and pinching her protruding nipples. He
started kissing lower and lower until he reached her chest, where he began to suck on and nip at her.
Tzipora sighed in ecstacy. She reached down and started to stroke his throbbing member, while he stood up
and looked straight into her eyes. He smiled that devilish half-grin, then proclaimed, "NOW, I'm going to
fuck your brains out." Tzipora smiled back at him, as the steam enveloped them both.
telepathically. ************* Done.
ChApTeR 8
"You...WHAT?" Bethany asked. Jay had said he loved her before, but this time he was earnest about
what he was saying. She had never seen Jay this serious before. It was a little scary, in a way. Jay put
his head in his hands, unable to fully explain himself. It was now Bethany's turn to stare.
"I mean what I say. I love you. I love you a lot. It's really weird."
"I'll say."
Jay looked up, and looked deep into Bethany's dark brown eyes. He was once again at a loss for words.
He didn't like this much, either. Jay had always been VERY articulate. He couldn't find the words to
describe what he saw in Bethany. 'Beautiful' didn't cover it. She was radiant, gorgeous, amazing,
wonderful...the list continued in his head. But most of all, she was Bethany. And she was here with him.
That's all that mattered to him at the moment. Screw Bartleby, screw this whole holy crusade bull shit.
She was Bethany. "Wanna go get breakfast?" he asked, rising. He held out a hand to assist her up, but
she brushed it aside.
"Yeah, sure. Don't touch me."
"I won't. Not yet, anyway," Jay whispered to himself as he followed her to the dining car.
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Bartleby got back to the motel at about seven o'clock, carefully parking the truck in its designated spot.
He brought Tzipora's breakfast back to their lodge, but found her still sleeping. He set her food down,
then playfully jumped onto the bed, causing Tzipora to stir, but not wake. "Tzipora...Tzipora, wake up,"
he whispered in her ear as he pulled the sheets off her. She groaned, opened her eyes, and pulled the
blanket back up to her chin. She blinked a few times, then rolled over on her side.
"What do you want?" she yawned.
"I brought you back some breakfast. I got some waffles and some syrup and sausages. Hope you like them,"
Bartleby said, getting up off the bed. He started setting out her meal on a small table.
"God, don't you get hangovers? We drank enough last night for about ten people," Tzipora moaned, slowly
crawling out of bed. She put a hand over her eyes to block the bright sun. "I'm gonna go take a shower, and
then eat, okay?"
"Now that you mention it...Loki and I used to get really drunk all the time, but we never had hangovers.
Cool, huh?" Tzipora stared at him with half-lidded eyes. "Oh, yeah, sure, go take a shower. I think I'll watch
some T.V." Tzipora stumbled to the bathroom and a few minutes later, Bartleby heard the water running.
He watched a few minutes of MTV...the latest video by blink-182 was playing, and he laughed at their
amusing antics. But he got bored quickly, and turned the television off. Suddenly, he thought of a naughty
idea. He got up, stripped, and went into the bathroom.
Bartleby could see her silhouette through the sheer shower curtain. Tzipora was standing in the shower,
letting the hot water wash over her. Her brown hair dripped about halfway down her back, and she was
just about to reach down and grab the shampoo when Bartleby intervened. He had slipped quickly and
quietly into the shower with her, and grabbed the shampoo bottle before she could reach it. She screamed
in shock, but then realized who it was in the water with her. "God, Bartleby, don't do that to me! You almost
gave me a freaking heart attack." Then, slowly, a smile spread across her face. "You gonna help me wash my
hair, B?" Bartleby nodded, poured some shampoo in his hands, and started massaging her scalp. Her head
tingled, and the feeling coursed throughout her body. She was facing away from Bartleby and all she could
think of were those Herbal Essence commercials. She moaned a little and sighed, "Fuck, this feels good."
Bartleby chuckled a little. He was enjoying this as much as she was. He stared down at her short form,
taking in all her curves. Tzipora wasn't exactly skinny...some might even say she was chubby. Bartleby
loved her all the more for it. Her body wasn't perfect, but neither was his. He compared her's to one of those
old-fashioned flowers vases. Bartleby ran his hands up and down her, from her thighs to her breasts, and
back again. "Rinse my hair, Bartleby."
"What? Oh, okay." Bartleby turned her around and wrapped an arm about her waist, then tipped her back
so that her hair could be rinsed clean. When it was, he pulled her close and leaned down to kiss her. He
laid soft, quick kisses on her lips, her cheeks, her ears, her eyelids, her throat. Tzipora was silent, basking in
all his sensual attention. She put her arms around his shoulders and started kissing him back. Bartleby
gently pushed her back until she was against a wall of the shower, then started playing with his hands. He
reached up and started to massage her breasts, lightly flicking and pinching her protruding nipples. He
started kissing lower and lower until he reached her chest, where he began to suck on and nip at her.
Tzipora sighed in ecstacy. She reached down and started to stroke his throbbing member, while he stood up
and looked straight into her eyes. He smiled that devilish half-grin, then proclaimed, "NOW, I'm going to
fuck your brains out." Tzipora smiled back at him, as the steam enveloped them both.