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Chapter 13 - Red Light Special
Legates sat back down on the loveseat and lay back propping his feet on the arm. More accurately propped his knees on the arm of the couch. Michelle sat down on him after having gotten up to allow him to lay back down.
"How in the hell do you do anything normal being that tall?" Michelle muttered, eyeing the length of leg missing over the edge of the couch.
"You get used to it," he said, shrugging.
"He spent most of his teenage years learning the hard way that people a hundred plus years ago were shorter," Sadie said, laughing. Michelle turned her head to look at him and saw a blush creep up his face.
"I have to hear about this one," Michelle said, turning her attention back to Sadie.
"Oh, he'd forget to duck going through doorways. We own a Colonial Plantation home and the doorways are smaller than what are made nowadays. I was sure he was going to have a permanent mark across his forehead," Sadie said, drawing a line across her forehead with her finger.
Michelle tried not to laugh, she really did. Legates rolled his eyes and sat up, putting his mouth near her ear.
"Go ahead and laugh. I know you want to," he told her. She nodded slightly then burst into laughter. Cam rolled her eyes and looked at the ceiling.
"Cam, I know that I am not making you uncomfortable. Because it wouldn't be anything like what you do to me would it?" Michelle asked with a grin and narrowed eyes. Cam sighed and shrugged her shoulders.
"It's so funny. Cam is the big bad boss at work and everyone is terrified of her but Ms. Michelle has her wrapped around her little finger. I love it," Angela cooed.
"Angela, be quiet," Cam ordered, shooting Angela a dirty look.
"Interesting," Legates murmured, looking back and forth between Michelle and Cam.
Michelle clapped her hand over his mouth before he could ask any questions of Cam. Sadie watched with a smile as the little spitfire kept her son in line. Yeah, she was good for her son most definitely.
"Don't worry about it, man. Dr. Saroyan will still be here in DC long after your parents have gone home so I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to grill her about Michelle," Techie offered.
"Techie," Michelle growled in warning.
"I'll have to dig out that box of pictures. I'm sure there are some naked baby pictures," Cam said thoughtfully.
"Caaammmmm," Michelle groaned. Legates tucked one hand behind his head and grinned like a Cheshire cat.
"Oh don't you get that look young man. If she has email I'll be sure to share some of your pictures," Sadie smirked. Michelle giggled and stuck her tongue out at Legates.
"Please tell me we weren't-" Techie was cut off by the sound of Brennan screaming in pleasure. Sadie's eyes got wide and she glanced towards the door.
"Oh my," she said with a smirk on her face.
"Mom, that was just wrong please don't do that again," Legates said, glowering.
He had no sooner completed his sentence and it was punctuated by another scream. Michelle burrowed down between Legates and the couch so all you could see was her hip. He looked down at her and snickered. After a few minutes of silence, the breaths that everyone was holding was released. Michelle came up from under Legates.
"Jeez, are they done yet?" She asked, glancing around the room.
"Not hardly, Sweetie, this is just intermission," Angela said, standing up and walking to the hallway when Booth's phone rang.
Angela was on one phone when the other one rang. Sighing, she asked Sully to hold on and then answered Brennan's phone. She took a message from Brennan's publisher and returned to the conversations with Sully. She walked back into the game room scowling.
"I didn't go to school to play Bren and Booth's secretary," Angela complained.
"You could always open the door a crack, put your hand in the crack drop their phones back in their room," Michelle said, smiling sweetly. Legates looked at her and snorted.
"You are evil," he said.
"Remember it, big fella," Cam told him with a grin. Legates softly groaned, making Michelle giggle. Then in a pause in the conversation, Brennan's voice rang out in pleasure again.
"Jeez, Louise," Rebecca Perkins said.
Angela looked at her watch, paused thoughtfully then spoke.
"1200 calories burned. Nice," she said, grinning with a twinkle in her eye. The group in the game room roared in laughter.
"I thought they were never gonna stop," Julie, Johnson's girlfriend, said.
"They're not done," Parks rumbled in laughter. The women looked at him astonishment.
"Those cats get stuck in those briar patches and they scream all night long," Goodman grumbled. The group laughed again. Perkin's mom, Rebecca, nudged his father, Noah, and grinned.
"You should ask him if you can take notes," she said with a twinkle in her eye.
"Mooooooommmm," Perkins groaned.
After five minutes of silence from Booth and Brennan's room, Michelle wiggled up until she was mostly lying on top of Legates, her lower legs across his thighs, her knees one of his hips, her hip just beside his other one. Her butt and back were against the couch with her shoulder between his ribs and the couch. Her head was on his shoulder.
"LA LA LA LA LA," Michelle sang out, sticking her fingers in her ears. The adults turned to look at her.
"Thank you. Booth having sex...gross...it's like Cam having sex...gross and don't any of you dare say it," Michelle threatened as she waggled her finger at the Jeffersonian crew.
Sadie grinned at Michelle and shook her head. Legates shook his head and chuckled at her antics. Angela dropped the remote on Legates' stomach and walked back to the pool table to play pool. Legates picked up the remote and started flicking.
"Oh there stop, stop," Michelle said, wiggling her fingers.
"Darlin' that's ESPN," Legates said.
"Duh," she said.
She watched the scores filter past on the bottom of the screen. Seeing the Cowboys had lost she cheered. Seeing the Eagles had won she booed. Then seeing the Redskins had lost she pouted and muttered under her breath. They spent the next hour watching play by plays of the games from earlier in the week.
"God, couldn't you have a more feminine hobby," Cam muttered.
"Wait, your hobby is football?" Legates asked, looking down at her.
"From September to February it is," she smirked at him.
"Seriously, how are you not married?" Perkins asked, looking over the back of the couch at her.
"Haven't wanted to," Michelle said, smiling. Cam's mouth fell open.
"Please tell me no one asked," Cam said, her eyes shooting around the room in a mild panic. Michelle turned her face into Legates' chest and let her smile grow.
"Michelle," Cam said in a warning tone.
Michelle silently giggled making Legates sigh and look at the ceiling. He reached out and squeezed her leg just above the knee. She jumped, yelped, looked up a Cam and burst into laughter.
"No, no one asked," she stuttered. Cam let out a relieved sigh.
"And you," Michelle said, poking Legates in the chest.
"What about me?" He asked, tucking his hands behind his head and smirking.
"No knee squeezing," she said, poking him again.
"He learned that from his father," Sadie muttered, frowning at Legates.
"Lovely," Michelle muttered, glowering at Legates.
"Hey it's just a tickle," Legates said defensively. Michelle snorted and glared at him.
"Awww come on, Michelle," Legates whined.
"You're whining like a little girl, Michael," Sadie said. Michelle burst into giggles. Cam covered her mouth and bit back her laughter at Legates' pouting.
"Awww, Schnookums, I haven't seen you pout that much since we helped you put your makeup on," Techie said, laughing. Michelle sat up on Legates' stomach, turned and looked down at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, Schnookums, I really must hear about this," Hodgins said, laughing.
"They painted make up on me while I was sleeping," Legates mumbled.
"So," Michelle said frowning.
"We used food coloring. He had red lips, blue eyelids and purple blush," Techie said with a grin.
"Oh thank, God, that was a prank. Do you know I had no idea what to tell your Aunt Jessica," Sadie said with a satisfied sigh. Legates sat up, almost dumping Michelle into the floor.
"You sent pictures to my mother and my aunt?" Legates bellowed, making Michelle flinch.
"Actually, we sent them to every female name on your phone," Oaks said, laughing.
Legates groaned and rubbed his hand down his face. Michelle started giggling which quickly turned into full fledged laughter.
"I swear by all that's holy," Legates said in a low growl.
"Watch your mouth, Michael," Sadie said. Angela looked around and nodded, feeling this was a good time to interrupt.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm sure Daddy has dinner just about ready so we should go and grab our seats," Angela said, smiling. Hodgins clapped his hands and rubbed them together.
"I'll go get Bren and Booth," Angela said.
Everyone filed into the kitchen and began pulling up seats. Michelle glanced at the table and rolled her eyes. She sat down at the island and watched as Billy basted some chicken. Hodgins came in and walked over to where Michelle was sitting.
"I'm letting Brennan and Booth use the plane for tomorrow's trip. There's a golf cart behind the garage which will get you to the airstrip faster," Hodgins said. Michelle scrunched her face at Hodgins.
"Okay, but why are you telling me? I'm staying here tomorrow," she said.
Hodgins laughed lightly and glanced behind her. She felt a finger tap at her back and knew who was standing behind her.
"For future reference, use a name so I know you're not speaking to me and so that I know there's someone standing behind me. I don't have Legatar," Michelle smirked.
The Jeffersonian crew and the security team burst into laughter, leaving everyone else confused. The room burst into applause and catcalls when the door to the kitchen swung open and Booth followed Brennan into the room.
"Dr. Brennan, would you care to share him with me?" Nikki called out to her in a teasing voice.
"HEY!" Brown complained with a fake glare. Brennan's eyes narrowed as she looked at the young blonde woman.
"Or at least let the younger generation like Michelle get a swing at him," she continued to tease. The squints and Booth shuddered at the thought.
"Sweetheart, that was wrong on so many levels," Brown told her. Legates glared at the woman and she gave him a teasing smile.
"As I have said before, Booth is hot but since he slept with Cam that would just be," Michelle shivered before she finished the thought.
Nikki turned and looked over at Cam who just smiled at her. Turning again, Nikki looked at Angela in question.
"Don't look at me. That's one ride I've not taken," Angela said, throwing her hands up.
"Can we stop talking about my sex life, please," Booth grumbled.
"Especially since we're getting ready to eat. I had enough of the two of them in Afghanistan," Parks pleaded. Brennan ignored Parks comment and looked over at the island and saw Billy basting something. Her mouth fell open and Angela started laughing.
"Oh, Sweetie, he's from Texas. All men from Texas can cook meat," Angela said. Brennan scrunched her face up at the suggestion of meat.
"There are veggie burgers in the freezer," Angela said sympathetically. Booth and Brennan moved over to the table and sat down. Legates looked over at them and tilted his head.
"Where are we going tomorrow?" He asked them with a raised eyebrow. Booth shrugged and turned to look at Brennan.
"Brickbat Books," Brennan said. Booth sucked in a breath and turned to look at her.
"Seriously? I haven't been home in a long time," Booth said.
"You don't have to go if you don't want to, Booth," Brennan said quietly.
"Are you kidding and leave your protection to him," Booth said, jerking his thumb at Legates in a teasing manner.
Legates rolled his eyes at the table and turned his attention back to Michelle who was pushing her chicken around with a fork.
"So what are you planning on doing tomorrow?" He asked her with a hint of curiosity.
"Study, spend some time in Hodgins fabulous gym, have sex with Oaks to make him feel better," Michelle said, stabbing her chicken.
She heard a giggle and a choked gasp. She looked up with a smirk and saw Sadie sitting on the other side of Legates wearing a grin. A blush spread across Michelle's face but Sadie shot her a wink and went back to her dinner.
"Excuse me?" Legates said, staring dumbfounded at Michelle.
She looked at him with an innocent expression and a fading blush on her face. She laughed at the look on his face and shook her head.
"Good Lord, Michael, she's teasing you," Sadie sighed. Legates looked at Michelle with narrowed eyes as she grinned at him.
"Is he always this much fun to tease?" Michelle asked, leaning around Legates to catch Sadie's attention.
John narrowed his eyes at Michelle, from Sadie's other side, but Michelle ignored him. He was starting to feel ignored by everyone and wasn't really sure he liked it.
"Yeah, he's an easy target most of the time. But he's a sweet boy so you have to be careful or you'll hurt his feelings," Sadie said, patting Legates hand that was resting on the island counter. Michelle smirked at Legates who was turning red.
"Maamaaa," Legates groaned.
Michelle thoughtfully chewed. Booth was sweet at heart, sappy and romantic. Legates was sweet at heart it would seem. She looked around at the other men in Legates unit and scrunched her nose. No wonder women couldn't find the sweet men, they were all hiding in the military as trained killers.
"I smell something burning," Legates said. Michelle glared at him and took a forkful of broccoli.
"See, Michael, she eats broccoli," Sadie pointed out. Michelle chewed, swallowed then stuck her tongue out at Legates.
"You are so dead. Making me eat broccoli," he grumbled at her in a low tone.
She wiggled her eyebrows and finished her last few bites of chicken. Getting up, she walked to the sink, rinsed her plate and put it in the dishwasher. Seeing that no one had turned on the dishwasher from breakfast that morning, she turned it on. Sitting back down in her seat, she reached in her back pocket and pulled her phone out.
"Well that was probably what was poking me in the stomach," Legates muttered, eyeing the slim phone.
"Probably," Michelle said distractedly. She flicked through her apps, looking for her email application.
"What are you doing?" He asked, leaning over her shoulder trying to see.
"Checking my email," she said, flicking through the information.
"What app do you use? I haven't found a good one yet," Sadie said, sipping her iced tea. Legates' mouth fell open as he looked at his mother.
"What? I took some classes at the library about new technology," Sadie said.
"Yeah and then she bought a six hundred dollar phone," John muttered petulantly. Sadie shrugged and sipped her tea again. Legates looked at his mother with narrowed eyes.
"What email provider do you use?" Michelle asked, still waiting for her email to be scanned by security. She saw Goodman flip open his phone and start flipping through something.
"I'm using Hotmail. It has instant messenger and it's free," she said.
"Tanya uses Hotmail as well. Window's live has an app that will connect and sync directly with your email," Michelle told her.
"Huh, guess I'll have to search for it then. Thanks," Sadie said with a smile.
Legates was still trying to get over his mom having a smartphone. When his mouth caught up with his brain, he turned to look at his mom.
"Mama, what kind of phone did you buy?" Legates asked still stunned.
"iPhone 4S," she told him.
"Yeah, you'll have to look for an app because Tanya and I have androids," Michelle said.
"Wait, what? An iPhone?" Legates said, looking back and forth between the two women.
"Eat your dinner, Michael. It's getting cold," Sadie said, turning her attention back to Michelle.
"She also bought an iPod and iPad," John grunted with a frown.
"Good thing too. Now, I'll have something to read on the way home,"Sadie snarked at her husband.
"Are you finished yet, Goodman," Michelle called over her shoulder in frustration.
"I would have been but Tanya sent some kind of videos that I can't download without your student information.
"That's probably videos of my classes I've missed, knowing her," Michelle said.
She walked over to where Goodman sat, near the French doors. He handed her his phone and she put in the information and logged in. When the videos started downloading, she handed it back to him. She walked back to her seat and slid into it.
"Guess I'll have something to listen to while I'm on the elliptical tomorrow," Michelle groaned.
"Which classes?" Legates asked her.
"Ahh let's see," she paused, "Physics, Human Anatomy, Spanish and Chemistry," she told him.
"Aren't those mostly lab science classes?" Goodman asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, but as an advanced student in high school I had the option to take them when I was a senior. Instead of actually taking the class I just audited it. So now I'm actually taking it for credit," Michelle said.
"Which was an intelligent move on her part. She got the basic principles plus various other preparatory information by getting two different professors," Hodgins said. Michelle nodded and smiled.
"Now if she had only started directly out of high school," Cam muttered. Michelle shot her a glare and dared her mother to say anything else. Cam sat back, nodded in acceptance.
"It is quite common in many cultures for the young adult to spend time exploring the world before settling into a particular lifestyle," Brennan commented from the table.
"Sowing their wild oats as it were," Billy said.
"Some of us never out grow it," Angela said, shooting her father a smirk. He chuckled at her comment. Michelle's phone beeped and she started pushing buttons.
"When I was growing up you didn't have your phone out during dinner," John muttered.
"Yes, well I have been cut off from the world for the better part of a week. I am a full time college student and have people outside this group who are worried about me," Michelle snapped.
"And around here quite a few of us have jobs that require us to be available twenty four seven," Cam said, narrowing her eyes.
"Your job requires you to be available twenty four seven?" John asked, turning a questioning look to Cam.
"Yes, it does. I am the medical examiner and pathologist at the Jeffersonian. As such, if Booth gets a call, I need to be available to go to a crime scene," Cam said.
John cleared his throat and nodded. Sadie silently laughed. For some reason, she was enjoying them putting John in his place. Truth be told she should be defending her husband but he also shouldn't be making sweeping arrogant declarations when he didn't know the situation with these people. She wanted to call them a family, they certainly seemed like one.
"Hodgins, do you get the Sunday paper?" Michelle called across the dining room.
"Yeah, I get about fifteen from around the country," he answered.
"Can I have your coupons?" She asked, looking hopefully at him.
"Sure, I usually recycle them," he said, shrugging.
"Sweet, thanks," she said, smiling.
Legates shook his head. This girl was strange sometimes he thought. Michelle had just finished her email when Angela walked up, grabbed her hand and started pulling her towards the door. Angela grabbed Brennan's hand on her way past the table and pulled them to the French doors. Angela giggled the entire time she was pulling them across the lawn. Legates looked up from where he was putting his plate in the sink when he heard Billy speak.
"Dear Lord, I love my little girl but those three would try the patience of a saint," Billy grumbled following them.
Booth looked at Legates and jerked his head at Billy's retreating back. Nodding, he followed two steps behind Booth as they followed him to the guest house.
Sadie stood up and shook her head. She walked to the dishwasher and smiled at the dry dishes.
"I'd love to have one of these," she sighed. She turned on her heel and faced the people at the table.
"Mr. Hodgins, where do your dishes belong?" She asked, looking him in the eye.
"Dr," came from several mouths at once.
"My apologies, Dr. Hodgins," she said.
"Here, I'll help you put them away," Techie said, getting up and walking into the kitchen.
Michelle giggled at the two women with her and wondered what Angela wanted to do. She knew that most likely whatever Angela had in mind was going to be fun.
"Angela what are we doing?" Michelle gasped breathlessly as she was pulled at a running pace inside the guest house.
"We're going to sing and since I know you two can sing we're going to have some fun," Angela laughed.
"What are we singing?" Brennan asked, none of them noticing the second set of men entering the sound room. Angela knew her father was there but did not realize Legates and Booth had followed.
"Let's sing some Lady Gada," Brennan said, smiling.
"I think you mean Lady Gaga, Sweetie," Angela said, waving her hands.
"Yes, I like her music," Brennan said, gesturing for emphasis.
"What about some TLC?" Michelle asked with a smirk on her face.
"It is fun to be naughty sometimes," Angela said, pointing to Michelle.
"Yeah but-" Brennan said.
"Two to one. You lose," Michelle said.
She heard Brennan sigh and knew she'd won. Smiling, Michelle turned, picked up the headset, and grinned. She knew she didn't have to tell Billy which song she wanted to sing. Angela and Hodgins had taken her under their wings and allowed her use of the sound studio the first few weeks after her release from the hospital when she returned from Maluku. Billy had been there occasionally and worked with her some.
Legates looked over at Billy when the singer sighed.
"Lord, please help me," Billy muttered and began to hit buttons on the panel.
Booth paused as the sound of cheap porno music filled the room. Legates made a face then crossed himself causing Booth to give him a funny look. Michelle took a deep breath as the music filled the headset. She took her mind to the lyrics and then she thought about tingly lady parts and Legates making them more than tingle. Then Legates heard Michelle's smoky voice start to fill the room and he choked on the air in his lungs.
Take a good look at it
Look at it now
Might be the last time you'll
Have a go round
I'll let you touch it if you'd
Like to go down
I'll let you go further
If you take the southern route
Don't go too fast
Don't go too slow
You've got to let your body flow
I like 'em attentive
And I like 'em in control
Booth reached over and put his hands over Legates ears. Legates was trying to bat his hands away and laughed at Booth's face which was turning a dark shade of red. Legates started mentally listing monster stats as her lyrics caused certain parts of his body snap to attention. Truth be told, he had no problem with the image of Michelle naked, spread out on a bed of red sheets in his mind. Billy sighed and rolled his eyes behind his glasses at Booth. Booth's mouth fell open completely when Brennan and Angela began singing the chorus with Michelle.
Baby it's yours
All yours
If you want it tonight
I'll give you the red light special
All through the night
Baby it's yours
All yours
If you want it tonight
Just come through my door
Take off my clothes
And turn on the red light
"I might have to get a private showing of this song," Legates murmured.
He smirked at the thought of Michelle in his previous mental image singing as she lay on said bed, her hands running up and down her body. Booth turned his head sharply and glared at him.
"If you even think about it I will hunt you down and shoot you," Booth said in a low deadly tone.
"Hey, she is an adult," Legates said defensively.
"Legates, she is family and if you play her or hurt her, you had better hope you can hide from me," Booth muttered.
Legates nodded, letting Booth know that he understood. He had no intention of letting Michelle get away and he certainly had no intentions of hurting her. Sometimes she seemed so naive and then there were times like right now when, he just didn't know. He finally gave up trying to even fight his arousal. With them singing that song, he wasn't going to win and he knew it.
"You two might want to pull up a chair. This may take awhile," Billy rumbled.
The two men pulled up chairs and sat down. An hour later, Booth was sitting with his elbows on his knees and his forehead in the palms of his hands. Legates was trying not to bellow his laughter as he watched Booth fight his arousal at the sounds of the heavily sexually laden music drifting from the women. Billy looked at Booth and let out a low chuckle. Billy and Legates stood up to leave the room and Legates paused.
"You coming, Sarge?" Legates asked with a knowing smirk.
When Booth gave him a negative response, Legates walked out of the sound room. Michelle, Angela and Brennan were sitting on the couch and Billy had his feet propped up on an ottoman. Legates chuckled as he turned to leave the house. Michelle caught his eye and he shot her a wink. Michelle's face turned pink after he winked at her then left the guest house.
Legates headed into the house, down to his room and quickly changed into his night gear. Rushing back upstairs so he would be the first to relieve someone, he quickly left the house and around the corner. He stopped near the pond and let out a low whistle. Oaks returned his whistle and approached.
"Took you long enough, jackass," Oaks said in a cranky tone. Legates lifted his eyebrow at Oaks' tone.
"I'm five minutes early. If you'd checked the sheet you'd have seen Techie changed it. So, shut your pie hole," Legates snapped.
"Oh I saw you going into the guest house right after the three women," Oaks said in a snarky tone.
"Look, Dude, I know you just broke up with your girl that's why I'm not beating your ass for the attitude. But you need to back off before you piss me off," Legates said in a warning tone. Oaks let out a low sigh and nodded.
"Sorry, man," Oaks said.
"No problem. Go get some sleep," Legates instructed.
Oaks nodded and headed on silent feet back to the house. Picking up the patrol, Legates started to walk. His eyes were moving, his ears listening, his mind was in a much better place that involved blood red silk sheets and Michelle naked. He paused, several feet from the French doors to the kitchen, in the shadow of a tree. He saw Michelle and Angela walking across the grass towards the house. Michelle was humming the first song they had sung and Legates was instantly hard as the memory of her smoky voice drifted through his head. Shaking his head, he started reciting monster stats again and returned to his patrol.
Michelle walked back to the house still humming Red Light Special. When they reached the kitchen, Michelle saw that it was clean and the counters wiped clean. Angela grinned and took the back stairs upstairs. Michelle giggled at Angela's bouncing step. Going through the doorway, Michelle headed through the foyer and down the stairs to her room. After entering her room, she stripped to her panties and bra unaware that her room was on the patrol.
Legates groaned as he walked past her patio doors and caught her in the act of stripping. Groaning, he covered his face with his hand. Sighing, he turned his back to the patio and pulled out his phone. He hit speed dial one, the number to Techie's phone.
"What!" Techie barked into the phone.
"Hey, look sorry to bother you but I need you to go down the hall and tell Michelle to close her blinds, please," Legates said sheepishly. Techie grunted and Legates groaned.
"Dude, you could have paused for just a minute,"Legates complained.
He heard a click and realized Techie had hung up on him. He couldn't believe Techie even answered the phone, laughing Legates continued his patrol.
Michelle pulled on her pajamas and walked around the room picking up her various items that were strewn about the room. Stopping near the table next to the bed, she switched on the lamp there. Going to the bathroom, she washed her face and finished prepping for bed. She was headed to the bed when she heard a knock at her door. Frowning, she walked to the door and opened it. She saw a scowling Techie standing there.
"Close your blinds. Legates can see into your room," he growled then stalked off.
She shook her head and pushed the door closed. Turning the light switch near the door off, she headed to the patio. Pausing, her eyes scanned the area outside her patio. She saw him walk past and wiggled her fingers at him. He paused and she snapped the blinds closed. Turning, she walked to the bed and climbed in and settled in to sleep.
Legates continued his boring patrol until midnight when Davis relieved him. Waving, he shuffled off to the French doors at the back of the house. Entering the dining room, he made his way through the kitchen, through the foyer, down the stairs and to his own room. Walking in, he stripped and dumped his clothes in a pile near the bathroom door. He climbed in bed, set the alarm on his watch, and fell asleep quickly with lovely visions in his head.
A/N: Tomorrow we're going to Philly, scrapple, bigger guns, Sunday Papers, boy toy, classes while on the elliptical, accents, wit or witout ketchup, the devil on the shoulder, more scrapple, fathers, dark recesses, chemistry, gymnastics, gaggle of giggling women, Mama, cheesesteaks, Barbie *blech*, one of 'those' guys, patchouli, choking, straws, lunch in DC, and security issues.