Chapter 10

The next morning, Deja awoke to a loud knock on her door. She slowly made her way to the front door. She wasn't worried about her appearance because she knew at this time in the morning it couldn't be anyone of importance. A salesman probably.

She opened the door to see Mort standing there with two large shopping bags in his hands. This was a pleasant surprise to say the least. As Mort made his way into her house, Deja was reminded of her 'bed head' hairdo and immediately began to run her fingers through her hair. She excused herself and made her way into the bathroom to make herself at least somewhat presentable.

After a few minutes, she entered the kitchen to see Mort preparing them a breakfast fit for a king.

"So what may I ask, is the occasion?" she questioned.

"Do I have to have a reason to come see you?" Mort retorted.

"No," she blushed, "of course not. I just find it odd that you're here at," she looked at the clock hanging on the wall, "8 o'clock in the morning, that's all."

"Well, I woke up around six, and that's not normally like me, and all I could think about was you. I wanted to come over then, but I figured I'd let you get a little more sleep," he laughed.

"Well, I do appreciate you being so considerate. A girl does need her beauty rest," she winked.

Mort made Deja go back into the bedroom so he could make her the breakfast in bed that he had planned on in Tashmore Lake. She didn't need to be told twice.

After about 30 minutes later, Mort finally entered the bedroom. On a tray he had three large fluffy pancakes with a dollop of butter and some syrup, scrambled eggs, three strips of bacon, a slice of toast with jam, a large glass of orange juice and a single white lily in a small vase. It was more than she could have ever hoped for.

Seeing him go to all this trouble made her want to make love to him right then and there. He placed the tray down in front of her and told her he'd be in to join her in a minute. After about five minutes had passed, Deja began to wonder what Mort was up to.

Answering her thoughts, Mort walked into the bedroom with a second tray. And then she saw something that made her laugh hysterically. Mort had on his pajamas. Snoopy pajamas at that! He set his tray down on the night stand and joined Deja under the covers. For the next hour or so, they enjoyed their food while watching morning cartoons.

Mort got up and took their trays into the kitchen and placed all the dishes in the dishwasher. After turning it on, he made his way back to Deja.

She had turned the tv off and was putting a CD into the player when Mort walked in. He instinctively knew what she was doing. He began to pull the shades down to set the mood. Smooth beats began to fill the room. Deja had recently purchased Sade's Greatest Hits CD and thought this moment was the opportune one to finally play it.

"...This is no ordinary love

No ordinary love..."

"Oh, Sade is great," she heard Mort say as he entered the bed.

"Yeah, I know," Deja said softly.

After lighting a few candles around the room she made her way into the confines of her bed.

From that moment on Mort and Deja enjoyed the pleasures of each other's bodies. Neither of them wanted to come up for air. They remained on their natural high well into the evening. Only pausing to fulfill a few basic needs.

By 8 o'clock, that night, Deja was completely drained. Mort was like the Energizer bunny, he could keep going and going and going, etc. She couldn't believe they'd gone through the entire Sade CD almost six times.

Just then Mort got up and decided to take a shower. He wanted Deja to join him, but she knew that if she did, they wouldn't get much 'showering' done. She figured she'd wait until he was finished and then she'd go in.

After each of them were completely clean they decided they should eat something. Neither of them felt like leaving the house, so they ordered in Chinese. 45 minutes later they were sitting in the living room eating and watching the news.

While Deja was eating she couldn't help but to steal glances of her new found love. As he sat there slurping away at his lo mein, in his Snoopy pjs, she couldn't see herself with anyone else. And she imagined Mort felt the same way. She occasionally spotted him taking a glimpse in her direction.

After putting their leftovers into her refrigerator, she made her way back onto the couch. Mort had stretched out completely and Deja found her way in between his legs. She leaned her back and head against Mort's chest and situated herself until she was snug.

They both drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Around 3 o'clock in the morning, Mort awoke. Even though he was more than used to sleeping on the couch, he didn't want Deja to wake up uncomfortably. He eased himself off of the sofa, careful not to stir her. He bent down and scooped Deja's body into his arm. She made a slight moan and intuitively rested her head against Mort's shoulder.

Thankfully, the sheets were pulled back on the bed from their earlier exploits. He was able to set Deja down without any trouble. He covered her up with the blankets, kissed her forehead and made his way to the opposite side of her Queen sized bed.

As he got in, Deja rustled in her sleep turning to face him. She looked like a sleeping angel. He couldn't envision anyone more perfect. Thinking of how happy the last couple of months had made him, suddenly got him thinking of more morbid things.

Thoughts of Amy, Ted, and especially Shooter began to enter his mind. He hadn't spoken to Shooter in almost a year now. He hoped that that part of his life was over. Things were just now becoming normal again.