Rated: okay ... * think * PG –13

Author's note: Well it's also a title because of an Celine Dion song from the album "All the way". I think she sings incredible good songs ; ) so don't wonder if there are some mor songs used.

This part devloped in a night I was in a pretty bad mood!

Comments to: miss.parker@gmx.at

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CHAPTER 8 – THEN YOU LOOK AT ME

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*a day later – North of Canada *

I will make you some herbal tea okay? he told me and went to the kitchen.

Please Jarod.

He put some water on the oven. I sat on the couch. My back was killing me. I was only 4 weeks pregnant but it hurt badly especially the last days. I always had troubles with my back since the accident with the twins.

Is it that bad today?

Not that bad, but thanks for asking.

I have always been a good liar.

Be honest Parker!

Shit I need more training on that again!

Like a kick in the ass ... it tries to kill me!

He brought two cups of tea and put them on the coffee table.

Lay down Parker and take off your shirt!

What did the boy say to me? Take of your shirt ... well... I am not the prude but well I want more than just to take of my shirt.

Why Jarod?

For a rub

He went to the bathroom and came back with a big towel and a small bottle in his hand.

What's that Jarod?

Oh ... just baby oil.

Oh my goodness ... what will he do with the oil ... well I would have an idea but ...

I bought it yesterday in the town for your back.

Ah ... he had thought about that before ...

I smiled even if that was a big crazy. Well crazy wasn't the correct word ... maybe nasty?

So what about the shirt?

I start to open the buttons and he went away. He stayed at the window. Didn't try to look at me, not even a second.

Am I so shocking that you can't stand watching me opening my shirt?

I looked at him, no response.

Jarod ... Earth to Jarod?

Finished? he just asked, no answer to my question.

I unhooked my soft lace bra and laid flat down on the sofa, the towel around my bare breaths.

Yes Jarod. He came and knelt down next to me. Do you trust me boy? I asked him.

I can't see his face, unfortunately.

Oh god I could get used to this hands! Oily and that on my skin ....

Why do you ask?

His hands were finding their way, up and down my spin.

I have decided to get Brutus. I am sure that we'll find a nice place to give birth to.

That was easy.

Brutus?

Yeah ... I gave it a name, makes it easy to except the pregnancy!

His hands massaged the upper part of my back. It was amazing.

But isn't it the wrong direction. Normally you get pregnant, give birth and than you decide a name.

I don't want to name the baby afterwards Brutus. How could I do that? I giggled.

I softly moaned.

That's good ... god ... oh ... god

That's better than sex.

His hands found the way to the right point that was hurting such a lot.

Oh god. Could you do me a favour and do it everyday. I said groaning.

I closed my eyes. Maybe it's because of the overwhelming hormones in my body, but I wanted to feel his hands on my belly again, on my breaths and his lips on mine.

What shall I do? I could get used to this hands as they would be a drug. I could also get used to feel his hands erecting my breaths. I noticed the slowly raising wetness in my paints. Save god!

I thought about Ireland!

Excuse me Jarod, what you've said? I was a bit in thoughts.

Is it that hot in the room?

Oh why not!

What's up Parker?

Nothing J., nothing.

Hope so.

Nothing was okay. But how should tell him what I want now? It wasn't that easy this time. It wasn't a game anymore. Times have changed and we're grown ups now. I am not 16 anymore and he's not 18. How shall I ask him to help me with my desires? But in a way he was like 20 years ago. This child is maybe my last chance to get out of the Centre and my last one to get a child. A child. Oh I haven't thought of all that for years, not in decades. The last time I was thinking about that I have been a child on my own.

After my graduation as a lawyer in Austria I was sent back home. But the troubles started soon after the miscarriage. I started with drinking. Well alcohol was a something like a gift for me at this time. It helped me to forget, like it does nowadays. My daddy didn't want me to came back home. He wanted me to make my educational way and came back afterwards. But the alcohol wasn't the only thing. There were also men, a lot of men. It was also a way, not the best but one. I always was able to cozen men, it was easy for me – just a short skirt and an expensive blouse, a button to much opened. They normally paid for my drinks, and sex was their payment. I liked sex, just one night stands, but it wasn't a problem so to say. It was never like having sex with Jarod, god behave.

I had seen Jarod 4 times in the last years before he escaped. These times I only begged him to hold me tight. He also kissed me but it wasn't the same anymore.

I got my own house soon and all the stuff from my mum. And with the time I brought more men home and into my bed, and more Vodka, Whiskey, Wine and Gin.

Why do you stop?

I thought you were fallen asleep!

But I am fully awake.

Your eyes were closed girl.

Shut up, forward with my back and trust me okay!

No let's get finished with that now.

No please.

Shut up and put your cloths on again.

Why? What happened? Have I said something during dreaming... ?



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Chapter 9 ---------- wait a day and you'll know ... but it's not the end ... that will take longer .... you only have to wait for the new chapter :)