Daddy ?
"You knew at one time didn't you?" Sands drawled out the words from the side of his mouth.
"Maybe." Oceane said. She was fed up at giving him room to wiggle and infer as he pleased.
"Mm." Sands remarked uninterestedly.
His phone buzzed in his trousers on the floor. "Phone!" he snapped both his voice and his fingers simultaneously.
"Very good identification skills Sheldon- and what sound does a cow make?" Oceane rolled her eyes.
"Moo- pick it the fuck up!" he only held back from an all out scream.
Oceane knelt down to the floor and pulled his phone out of his leather pants.
Sands shut his eyes slowly and the ends of his lashes batted as if in the heat of an orgasm while he envisioned her hand slipping inside his pocket… with his trousers still fastened around his waist. The slow and disjointed slide of the leather grabbing her hand, as she grabbed something else.
"Who is it?" he said impatiently
"I thought you classified everyone by ring- you tell me!" Oceane hissed as she thrust it into the side of his face.
"Thanks sugar-butt." He smoothed down his hair along the sides of his cheek with his fingertips, his other hand making no waste of Oceane's hip in his vicinity.
"Agent Sands…" his voice seductively whispered out.
"Daddy?" his daughter said with a smile all too evident in her voice.
"Junior…" Sands' lips twitched off to the side, and his hand spanked at Oceane's rear, and his hand flicked, shoeing her off…. out of the room.
"Hey dad, where are you?" she said softly, her voice having long since acquired the same soothing tones of Sands'.
"Oh here and there… in and out-…" of consciousness- Sands purposely left ithat bit/i out of the equation.
"I'd really like to see you daddy… I'm in town. School's on winter break and I drove down here to Mexico…" she began to explain.
"Is that so…. Look I know I've not been a --…"
"A good father…" and thus proceeded, both word for word on the speech that Sands felt inclined to give year after year… every phonecalland Junior now had it down to an art of articulating and mimicking his every word.
"Getting a little too good at that aren't you Junior?" he said, then let out a sigh. "Look I'm… kind of stuck right now… in a hospital…. The best story you can dream up- that's what happened this time. Some good Tequila… some pretty women… some good sex…"
"Daddy!" she said appalled.
"I mean- …what was it you called about?" A man precise on every detail had already forgotten what she'd stated minutes ago. She had stated why she'd called, hadn't she? -Everyone did.
After minutes of snaking her way around his finger she squeezed the answer out of him. His whereabouts and what room number… and Junior hopped a cab over to see him.