Chapter 11
What I miss most
Well I got this one review telling me that my story started to become a disappointment and at first I was majorly pissed but then the more I thought about it the more I came to realize that this story has really gone down hill. No plot, no action, no nothing. My story is just droning on……so I have decided that what you were probably expecting to happen to this chapter is not going to happen. So I've decided to get my brainstorming together and come up with a good story.
Caroline lay there in her bed late in the night deep in thought. Memories of the past haunting her as images of her past self clouded her mind. She could see herself no older then 17 partying with friends, getting drunk and meeting people she had never met before.
She could remember the colors, bright and the smoke…..and the noises of screaming and laughing. It all got louder and louder as Caroline silently cried. Caroline was a big party girl but these moments brought back horrible memories and guilt.
She could remember her part time job when she turned 19. She was a bartender, and illegal one at that. But her boss didn't know that, he thought she was 21. She remembered spending all her time late in the night, bottles flipping in the air, shot's hitting the tables, and hot guys giving out numbers.
It was the greatest summer job any teenager could ask for. But then Caroline thought what had she really done with her life?
Her rents had wanted her to get married and have children. Her brother wanted her to go to college and get a decree in something she probably wouldn't be able to pronounce. But no….with her skill's she had become one of the most famous authors of all time.
But what kind of happiness did that bring her when she had no one to spend it with. She felt extreme loneliness come over her that very moment. Like a cold dark blanket covering her. She had been alone all her life and never minded it……but then meeting Mort the thought of being alone killed her.
She hated being separated. It was like a child being separated from their favorite toy. The need, and dependency they had on that toy had grown to such an overwhelming need that without it, it caused them extreme sadness and anger.
And Caroline felt that about Mort. He was what she had wanted most in life and now that she had it she wasn't capable of giving it up. She would have to come to terms of Shooter and his crimes but as long as she had Mort it did not matter.
Caroline jumped out of bed wearing her favorite black chemise or she more liked to think of it as Mort's favorite. She smiled to herself as she shook her head wiping away her tears, "God these mood swings suck ass..", as she crept out of her room to find Mort sitting there on the couch staring at his hands.
He was so caught up at being fascinated by his hands he didn't notice Caroline standing at the doorway watching him a gentle smile on her face as she walked over to him.
She bent over grabbing his knee's to steady herself as she looked up at him. "Hey..", as her hand gently caressed his rough cheek. He didn't say anything only watched humorously as Caroline peered at his little mustache playing with it and running her fingers across it.
"You know I miss doing that a lot…", grinning at him as she rubbed his bronze cheek again relishing at the roughness of it.
Mort bent over silently and whispered in her ear, "You know what I miss about you?", as Caroline only shook her head a twinkle in her eye.
"Close your eyes", he whispered. Caroline looked at him quizzically but did at he instructed. "Stand up straight for me", as she wobbly got up on her legs.
Mort sat there admiring her. The way the chemise brushed against her creamy body, how her neckline and shoulder could be seen smooth and creamy as it dipped down as he could see the curvature of her breasts as her chest moved up and down slowly.
How she licked her lips nervously as they became dry, her pink tongue running across them, as a small corner of a smile showed.
But he saw something that concerned him. The flush of her cheeks, and the dry river of what looked to be tears that had fallen from her eyes. He frowned but continued his little look over her body. Her brown long hair crimped for today falling past her freckled shoulders and almost to her waist.
He gently took one of her ringed slender hands and he gently massaged it, kissing on the firm yet delicate skin, turning her hand palm wards and kissing the center and gently blowing on it.
His eyes looked up to see Caroline trying to hold in a giggle but a large grin could be evident on her face. He pulled her towards him taking her waist and pulling her into his lap.
She sat on his lap her back facing him. He pulled her locks of hair off of her back taking it to the side of her shoulder. He stared at the small black rose tattoo that laid hidden under the black silk strap of her chemise as he gently skimmed his hand across it taking the strap down as it fell from her shoulder gliding down.
"What are you up to?", she asked in a flirty voice opening her eyes. "No! Don't open your eyes..", Mort murmured in her ear quietly as she felt goose bumps traveling across her neck from his warm breath.
Then she felt it. His warm wet mouth on her shoulder sprinkling delicate kisses on her skin. Her skin immediately grew hot beneath him touch as he continued kissing her. He kissed her farther and farther up reaching the soft corner of her neck that he knew she loved.
He gently nipped that area as she gasped. Sitting up quickly she turned around straddling him as she lunged at his mouth taking his mouth with desperate passion. Their lips raged war, as their tongue's fought for dominance.
They pulled away from each other breathing deeply their lips barely touching each other. "This is definitely what I miss most Mort…", she whispered trying to catch her breath. She smiled once again to see Mort's hair askew, his glasses slightly fogged and his lips red and swollen.
She got comfortable in his lap as he pulled her legs up, as she curled up against him while he held her tightly against him. "Mort…?", she whispered as she already felt sleep coming over. "Hmm?", he answered back drowsily as he drew circles on her arm with his thumb.
"Let's go back to Tashmore Lake…..", as he only nodded his head his eyes already closed. "Okay…whatever you want. But there's something I want to know".
"Mhhhmmn?", curled up closer to him for warmth. "Why were you crying?", but silence was his only answer for she had already fallen asleep in his arms.
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