Family First

Monday evening

Sasha lies across the bed air drying from her shower. Each foot propped up on one of Daryl's thighs. He sits with his back against the bed and a plastic caddy filled with bottles of nail polish, stencils, nail art paint and stickers on his right side. "We have not played darts in forever so there is no bet to pay off. Admit the truth…you like being my personal nail artist," she teases.

He shrugs slightly finishing the lightning bolts on her big toes. "I like being your personal anything," he responds before blowing lightly on each foot. She giggles. "How are you still ticklish after all this time?" he playfully rolls his eyes.

"I don't know," she responds through laughter. He places each foot on the edge of the mattress keeping her legs spread. He gathers up all the supplies and returns the caddy to one of the shelves in the bathroom cabinet.

Daryl leans against the doorframe of the en suite inspecting her naked form. He approaches quietly and blows a stream of his warm breath against her mound. She moans. He draws closer and blows again watching the muscles of her abdomen contract. "Do not move…you will ruin all my hard work," he directs. She whimpers. He draws his tongue down each thick lip; stopping after every few strokes to admire the increased dripping from her core. He continues to alternate between his warm breath and tongue until she is trembling. Finally he uses his tongue to circle her clit until her orgasm hits and he presses down on her belly to hold her in place.

Sasha gasps out, "Please don't leave me like this…fuck me 'til I don't know my name," she begs. He pulls back lifting her left leg flipping her on her stomach with her feet dangling off the bed raising her hips to meet his throbbing dick. He pushes in slow…inch by agonizing inch. His pace is slow and deliberate. I need to make this last.

After a much needed sex nap Sasha tucks into Daryl's side while he dials and places the phone on speaker. "Yel-lo," Harry answers.

"Pops, it's us…is Mom on the line?" he asks.

"Hold on…Sugar Pie, pick up the other line," he calls through the house.

"I'm here…is it time already?" she laments.

Sasha replies, "Unfortunately yes," she pouts.

"Y'all cut that out. The man has got to work…go ahead Son," Harry interjects.

"I am in the field this week. Mom, what does the text message Williams-Dixon-411 mean?" he quizzes.

"You are safe but some part of the operation has changed."

"Good…Pops if the text is Williams-Dixon-911?" he questions.

"Follow safety protocols issued by the assigned agent," he responds.

"Remember, this is a low level operation," he reassures. The apprehension is palpable. "Go ahead Mom."

"Heavenly father…our family needs you to take extra care of our child this week. I know you will not give us more than we can bear…I know you will keep the angels with him and shield him from the evils of this world. Bring him back to us unharmed; body, mind and soul. In Jesus' name we pray…amen."

"Amen," they respond in unison.

Tuesday evening

Aaron lies on the couch flipping through channels while Eric putters around in the kitchen. Judith breaks the mundane noise of the evening, "I have an idea," she shouts with glee.

"Lay it on us," Aaron responds bringing his body to an upright position.

"Okay…we will move soon-right," she looks at both of them. They nod in agreement. "The yard is regular with grass and stuff," she continues. They continue to nod. She gestures dramatically with both hands extending her arms widely, "Butterfly garden," she concludes. They stare blankly. She sighs in exasperation. "We plant flowers and trees that attract butterflies and we get lady bugs to help fight the mean bugs…what do you think?" pleased with herself.

Eric feels the tears at the corner of his eyes. She said we…us…together. "I think that is a great family project," he chokes out.

"Cool, I will add to the list on the refrigerator. I pulled up some stuff on the laptop from my research paper. Our yard will be way better than everyone else's," she brags before moving quickly through the house.

Aaron gets up to follow but stops to grasp and squeeze Eric's hand. He whispers, "We are doing it…that's our little girl," he declares.

Beth lies face down on her bed whining, "Why are you making me do this?" she mumbles against the comforter.

Rae-Ann sits next to her back pressed against pillows and a laptop perched on her thighs, "I refuse to allow you to keep living vicariously through the embarrassing amount of romance novels you keep in the closet," she explains.

Beth rolls over and covers her face with one arm, "There is nothing wrong with reading; haven't you heard…it is fundamental," she jokes.

Rae-Ann laughs in spite of herself. "One online profile with me as your wing woman plus a few minor changes to your wardrobe," she continues.

Beth bites her lip, "What…what if they do not like me? I was sheltered which makes me awkward…I just don't fit," she attempts to explain.

"Beth, I am living proof you can become a better version of yourself. The old me spent all her time, energy and brain power concocting man catching schemes to keep a perpetual homecoming queen crown on my head," she confesses, "Sound like anyone you know?" She looks down at her friend.

Beth rises up on her elbows; "Really?" she asks incredulously.

She nods, "When I think about who I use to be I am so embarrassed. Fortunately I got a wake-up call and starting making small changes. Now look…I have a real life; a productive job and most importantly…a real friend," she smiles timidly.

Beth sits up straight, "Okay…hobbies…I like to sing."

Spencer watches Jessie clean the kitchen. "Did you pick up the dress I selected?"

She moves her hair behind her right ear, "I did…thank you…the color is very pretty," she smiles shyly.

"My mother's annual fundraiser is boring but as her son I am there to support her; and you will have the opportunity to support me."

"I am excited…I believe I can do a good job," she replies.

"Of course you can…if anything you cannot be worse than that ridiculousness Lori performed in that infomercial." They both break into laughter. "Do you remember what to wear under the dress?" he asks eyeing her body. She nods quickly. "Say it," he commands.

Jessie is startled by the harshness of his voice, "Crotch less panties and an open nipple bra."

He approaches her at the counter, "Good girl," he places his finger under her chin and turns her face up. "Kiss me," he continues to command. Finally…someone who puts my needs first.