I was walking in the parking lot to my car, thinking over everything Charlie just told me, trying to figure out how this could've happened. What did I miss? What didn't I see? I should've been more aware of my surroundings, like Charlie always taught me. But fuck it, my attention was otherwise occupied. I shook my head to get those images out, and my phone rang. It was my daughter.

Shit. What the hell was I gonna tell her? I had been putting her off for days, inventing one lame excuse after another. I knew she'd see right through it eventually. I had been avoiding her until I knew what I was dealing with. And even though the answer was much worse than I thought, at least I had an answer. I knew if I had spoken to her before, I would've caved, and it would've all come tumbling out. I couldn't risk her knowing something like that about me. But now that I had a clearer picture of what he had done to me, I was resolved to see him pay, and my emotions were now under control. In fact, I was pissed.

"Hey, Bree."

"Hey, Mom. Crisis averted?"

"What?!"

"The phone call from Jessica? When you hung up on me?"

"Oh, that," I said, relieved. "Yeah, it was nothing. Just one of her drama traumas, " I forced a laugh.

"Oh, those," Bree laughed. "That's every day with her. Speaking of drama traumas, what's up with you lately? I've called and texted you and never heard back. I thought you were dead or something. I even called Charlie."

"What?! You called Charlie? What did he -"

"Calm down, Mother. I just wanted to make sure you were alive. He said you were with him and everything was fine." She paused. "So... what is up with you? What's going on?"

"Nothing," I sighed. "Just a lot of crap at work. Nothing you need to worry about."

"Well... how would you like to go with me to a party tonight? You'd love it! It's all the people you know, and you know they love you!"

"Ugh. Honey, I don't know if I'm in the mood for that right now, " I sidestepped her invitation. I wasn't sure I could handle social activity right now.

"Come on, Mom, it'll be fun! You're coming! I'll swing by your place and pick you up at eight. No excuses!" When Bree was determined, she got what she wanted, no matter what, so I knew it was pointless to argue.

"Alright," I surrendered. "What should I wear?"

I finally made it home, exhausted from the days events, and threw my keys and purse on the dining room table. As the keys skidded across the table, I reached to grab them, my fingers splayed across the slick wooden surface. Memories from that night flooded my senses, the cool, smooth wood beneath my skin.

"I thought you said you were up for anything, pretty lady," he said with a smirk.

"Oh God, I was," I mumbled, gasping for breath. "I mean... I am, I am." He had just made me come again, and I was quickly losing count. I don't know how he did it, but he was several years younger than me, and with youth comes stamina. Ah, the magic of younger men.

He was walking me slowly backwards, and my knees were so weak, I was worried that I was going to collapse embarrassingly on the floor. I really didn't want for him to have to pick me up. But then I felt something behind me, something large and solid and unmoving.

It was the dining room table.

I leaned back against it, somewhat relieved that I had something to hold me up. But I shouldn't have worried.

Edward stepped towards me until our bodies were touching, his hands around my waist, and he lifted me, quickly and easily, until I was sitting on the edge of the table, my feet dangling over the edge.

He stepped back and grinned at me, and I knew, at this point, what that grin meant. I started running the laundry list through my head, trying to remember what was next... on the couch, on the chair, on the dining room table… Oh. OH.

Here we go again... :)

Sorry this one was so short. I'll post again in the morning.

Thanks again to all of you... your comments, thoughts, and questions. I truly appreciate it. :)

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