Chapter 7
Mort suggested they head over to the local grocery store to pick up some necessities. Even though Deja would've preferred to stay at the cabin and take a shower, she figured it would be nice to see some of the town Mort spoke so fondly of.
They finally reached a small store and the minute they entered all eyes were on them. She didn't think much of it because a lot of small towns were leery of new visitors. She was sure they recognized Mort, but were probably curious about who she was.
After gathering all of their necessary items, they headed to the counter where they were greeted by a girl about the age of 20.
"Hi, Mr. Rainey," the girl said nervously.
"Hi Diana, how've you been?" Mort asked.
"Fine. So, is this gonna be it?" Diana, seemed so timid in front of Mort, Deja thought. The only conclusion Deja could come up with was that Diana had a crush on him. Deja couldn't blame her, Mort was attractive.
"Yeah, that's it," Deja chimed in startling the girl. Apparently the girl hadn't even noticed Deja standing there. She was completely focused on Mort.
She finished packing the items in a brown bag and rang up the total. Mort quickly paid and they headed to his car. Deja was glad she came along on this shopping excursion because it afforded her the opportunity to see a lot of this small town. And she was slowly falling in love with it.
Once they were back at the house, Mort suggested they take a swim in the lake. Since that had been on Deja's mind all day, she found no reservations with this idea. As he went to the kitchen to unpack their items, she ran upstairs to pull out her bathing suit.
Ever since Deja made the decision to accompany Mort on this trip, she agonized over which bathing suit to bring. She had about five of them, but felt she only looked great in about three. She figured she'd bring all three with her and just decide on which one when she got to the house. Even though she knew she could turn him on in her white bikini, she went for something a little more modest. She grabbed her black, one piece suit, put it on and headed back downstairs.
Mort was just finishing up in the kitchen. As he walked out, he saw a vision of beauty descending from the stairs. He had never seen Deja look so beautiful. Her bathing suit accented all her curves and fit her just right. He couldn't wait to get on his swimming trunks and join her in the lake.
About 10 minutes later, the couple was enjoying a refreshing dip in the lake in front of Mort's house. This is exactly what they needed. Mort and Deja loved to play games with each other and today was no exception. As Deja swam near the dock she lost track of where Mort had gone. She knew he hadn't gotten out of the water, so that meant he had to be around here somewhere. She began to look in all directions, but because the sun was obstructing her view she could barely see anything. She made a note to herself to wear a pair of sunglasses the next time they came out to swim. Just then she felt something brush against her feet. And all of a sudden she was totally immersed in the water. Because it happened so fast, Deja wasn't able to catch her breath before going under. She struggled with whatever was pulling her under. She knew that if she didn't come up for air soon, that she would pass out.
She reached down trying to undo whatever it was that was holding on to her ankle. The water was too murky for her to make out anything. But as soon as she grabbed her leg, she felt a hand. Finally, the hand let go and Deja quickly swam to the surface.
She was completely exhausted and gasping for air as she swam back to shore. Coughing heavily she suddenly felt a hand patting her back. It was Mort.
"I...almost...drowned...out...there!" she yelled at him, still gasping for breath.
"I'm sorry, hon," he said apologetically, "I was just playing around, I didn't think you'd actually get hurt." He then embraced her and held her in his arms until she began breathing normally. "I really am sorry, it was just fun and games."
Deja didn't want this to ruin their day, and even though she was still a little uneasy, she decided the easiest thing to do would be to forgive him.
"It's okay," she answered, her voice in a lowered whisper. "I know you didn't mean any harm." She gave him a little smile.
They both decided that it was time to go in and save the rest of their swim for another day. Deja took a shower first while Mort prepared some sandwiches. After toweling off, putting on her jeans and T-shirt, she headed back downstairs.
"Mmmm..."Mort said, giving her a once over, then ever so lightly kissing her neck, "you smell incredible."
"Must be the shampoo," Deja replied.
"Mind if I use some?" he asked.
"Go right ahead. I left it in the shower for you anyway."
He then made his way up the stairs and into the bathroom. Deja sat at the kitchen table and began to eat the food Mort had made. Just as she was taking a sip of her lemonade, she heard a faint noise coming from the living room. She recognized it immediately. It was her cell phone in the bottom of her purse. Wondering who it could be, she quickly dug to the bottom of her purse and answered.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Deja?" the voice on the other end asked.
Deja could spot that voice a mile away. What could Darrell possibly want?
