Chapter 8
"Hi Darrell," she answered sullenly.
"I was just calling to see how you were doing."
This was definitely not the Darrell she knew. Deja decided to be as nice as possible since it did seem like he was making an effort to befriend her. She thought it best to keep her voice lowered because she didn't want Mort to find out she was speaking with her ex.
"Now is really not the best time Darrell," she quickly retorted.
"I'm sorry," he went on, "I didn't mean to interrupt anything you were doing. Do you think you could call me back later?"
"For what?" Deja was slowly becoming irritated.
"Nothing in particular. Just to catch up on old times."
Mort had finally finished in the bathroom and stood on the staircase listening to Deja's hushed conversation. He couldn't make out much of what she was saying, but one word, or rather name, stood out.
"I'll call you back later, Darrell," she said as she hung up.
As she turned to put her phone back into her purse, she was startled to see Mort descending from the staircase. She wondered if he'd heard her, but figured he couldn't have. She was very careful to keep her voice as quiet as possible.
"Who was that?" Mort asked.
"Oh...just my mom. I forgot to tell her I was going out of town with you this weekend and she got worried when I didn't answer my house phone," she answered quickly. Deja hated to lie, but things were going so well with Mort and she didn't want to mess it up by having him think she was still involved with Darrell.
It hurt Mort to hear Deja's lie, but he figured now was not the time to start an argument. She must've had a reason to lie, and maybe it was an unwanted call from Darrell, he thought to himself. Either way he was going to have to keep his eyes and ears open because the last thing he needed was another cheating woman.
It was getting late and Mort was dead tired. He and Deja had spent the last few hours cuddled on the couch watching old "I Love Lucy" episodes. Deja was still wide awake, so she told Mort she'd be in bed in another hour or so. After channel surfing for the next 15 minutes, and not finding a thing to watch, she decided to turn in herself. Passing by Mort's computer on her way to the bedroom she decided to check her e-mail. She figured everyone had internet access, so Mort should be no exception. After spending another 10 minutes fiddling around on his laptop, with no sign of internet access she decided to give up. While closing down the programs she had opened, Deja came across something that appeared to be a story in the works.
From what she could tell, it was a story that Mort was currently working on. It was saved with today's date and was only on page 13. She began to read:
"David couldn't believe he had just buried his wife. This was the woman he had spent the last nine years loving. And even as he was pounding the dirt over her cold, still lifeless body, he wouldn't have changed a thing. Angela deserved everything she got. She was a whore. The town's whore. And David couldn't be the town joke. He had to put an end to her ways, and if that meant death, then so be it."
Deja was stunned. She had no idea that Mort's stories were this morbid. She never really thought about what kind of books he wrote, but never imagined it was anything of this nature. It sent a chill up her spine.
She didn't want to think about the creepy direction the story was headed in. The best way to overcome that feeling, in her opinion, was to be wrapped up in the arms that made you feel safe. And at this moment, those arms belonged to Mort Rainey.
She walked into the bedroom, and quietly slipped in next to Mort. He immediately woke up.
"Sorry," she said in a hushed tone, "didn't mean to wake you."
"Oh, that's okay. I'm glad you finally decided to come up, I was getting lonely up here all by myself," he said in a suggestive way.
Both Deja and Mort were aware that this was their first night sleeping in the same bed. And although neither had been intimate with another person in quite some time, they were eager for this moment.
Mort pulled Deja's face close to his and began to kiss her passionately. He traced her lips with his tongue as she moaned and ran her fingers through his hair. Both of them wanted each other so badly, but they wanted this moment to linger as long as possible. Mort then made a trail with his tongue from Deja's lips to her neck. As he nibbled on the tender flesh below her jaw line, she let out a giggle. It seemed to calm the nervousness they both felt.
He slowly made his way back up to her lips and kissed her with even more fervor than before. Their hands began to explore each other's bodies. Touching and teasing each available piece of skin they could find. The restraints of their clothing were becoming too much. They fought to remove each article of clothing as quickly as possible.
Finally they were as close as any two people could be. They began to taste each other's bodies with their mouths. Each nibble and taste produced a new sensation. They were bringing themselves to the brink. After what seemed like ages, Mort finally entered her. They both felt like exploding right then and there, but held back to savor the experience. After another 20 minutes of shear pleasure the couple was brought to their peak. They laid there and wallowed in their love for a little longer, before falling asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning, Deja awoke alone in the bed. She didn't hear the shower running so she figured Mort must've been downstairs. After wrapping herself up in a tattered, striped robe she'd found in the closet, she made her way down the stairs.
The most wonderful aroma hit her as she entered the kitchen. Without having to even look she could smell bacon, eggs and pancakes. Mort had wanted to surprise her with breakfast in bed, but Deja had spoiled his plans by waking up a little to early.
She decided to help out by setting the table and pouring each of them a glass of apple juice. Up until now, neither of them had spoken a word, but the events of the night before were clearly on their minds.
Deciding to break the ice, Deja said "The food looks great! I didn't know you cooked."
"Well, if you've been single as long as I have, you really don't have a choice but to learn," he laughed.
Deja joined him in laughter. Over the next hour or so, they enjoyed their food and each other's company.
