Chapter 4 of "My Little Gem"
Hey there, readers! Thank you for following my stories for all these years. I'm approaching a million views and hope to keep writing as long as I can. In this series, I've shared the story of a young man enjoying his newfound freedom, but in the second chapter, a controversial video of him surfaced. This video plays a significant role in the upcoming events.
Each chapter can be read independently, but for better character development, it's recommended to read them in order. So, sit back and enjoy. Almost done here!
The spring wind gently blew through the open window in the kitchen, rustling the cafe curtains. Outside, a windchime made of seashells tinkled along with the leaves on the trees.
Gem leant over me, pitcher in hand, "More tea?"
Pondering, I asked, "This is decaf, right?"
Giving a slow grin, "Didn't say. Want more lemon?"
When it comes to sweet tea in the rural South, it has to be just right. Gem's tea is about as close to perfect as it gets. Her long chestnut hair was tied back in a high ponytail, and she wore a tunic with A.A. Milne characters on it.
While she poured, I got a good view of her small, firm breasts, her skin glistening with dew. She knew what she was doing.
"Why do you wear clothes no one else has?" I inquired.
She chuckled, laughing through her nose, "You never know what you'll find at the Goodwill store." She put the pitcher back in the fridge. "This was in the boys' department. It still had the tags on it!"
Stepping back, I appreciated the sight of an old S-10 struggling to maneuver around my aging truck outside.
Gem came over and sat on my thigh. "I'm so immature. I can still fit into small clothes." She reminisced, "Last week, I found an Oscar the Grouch top!"
While pushing away from the table, I couldn't help but admire the thin frame of my friend. If you've ever carried a week's worth of groceries from Walmart in one trip, you'd roughly know her weight - quite a lot, I'm afraid. Gem's petite size didn't deter her, necessarily.
Nevertheless, she leaned in, her arms draped over my shoulders, and rubbed noses with me. "Horses do that when they like each other, you know that, right?"
"There are lots of good things about you," I said.
"Oh?" She grinned, eyebrows raised, her eyes a warm chocolate brown. "Tell me more!"
"How much will it take to get a kiss?"
Immediately, my hand found her thigh, rubbing above her shorts.
She leaned in, still rubbing noses, "I might be difficult."
Curious, I nodded, "I hope so. I start thinking about you when I least expect it."
"Like when?"
"Last week, during a timed exam. I started smiling, and I kept thinking about you."
Her eyes lit up, "I've never been 'daydreamable' before!" She laughed, her lips getting closer. "You had some more?"
MY hand slipped under her tunic. "I'd tenderly nibble all over you, trying new spots to see what you like."
She teased, "Which spots do you think I'd like?"
Her breath puffed on my chin as my finger found the soft curls between her thigh and labia. "That might be one of them."
She caught my wrist, neither stopping nor encouraging my exploration. "Is that one of your nibbleable spots?"
Chuckling, I nodded, "Possibly. I'd probably nibble more on some places than others."
She rubbed my lips with hers, the scent of lilacs wafting into my nostrils. "I like that you're making a strong case without begging! However, let's not get too heated up. If Mama found out you were here.."
I agreed, "That would be bad. And if Vicky knew.."
Gem's phone rang with the tune from Snow White. "Gotta take this. It's Livy."
She grabbed her phone while I stepped outside, readying myself. I glanced back and saw her smirking at me, chatting with her friend. Some pine cones dropped on the metal roof above us, shaken loose by the wind, and the clouds shifted greyish. A big guy with a beard walked his dog past, the pooch stared at me as he marked my tire.
Inside, I heard a laugh, then her voice closer, "Thorne? Oh hey. This isn't a private call or anything. C'mon in, you." I turned around, hearing her say, "Nah, he was just out on the porch doing some...guy stuff, I think." She snickered, "Nah, not really, no. Mom's coming home soon, so..." Gary held out her phone, "Talk to her, I'm gonna use the loo, I'll be right back!"
I felt the warmth of her touch on the phone. "Hi Livy."
She purred, "Thorne, how are you?"
Livy had an alluring voice on the phone. A flicker of excitement ran through me, my conscience on vacation. I remembered how I first met her, a tall drink of water, hair like a mane, V-shaped hip pointing to her well-sculpted butt. I wondered if it was dimpled too...
"Hey? Thorne, you there?"
"Yep! Just chillin."
"Okay! I'm just chilling too, you know? Took some anxiety pill an hour ago and now I'm...getting loose."
I scratched the back of my neck, playing her game, "Why you get all anxious? You bought a new car or something?"
A laugh, "Nah, sometimes Bryan and I don't see eye to eye. Mom should have stopped after me."
"My sister says the same thing. Especially when I hit puberty." I chucked, "You know, back in the day!"
"Hey, let's swap stories! Livy said something about taking a square."
I thought back, "Yeah, a square pill."
"Exactly! Mama will be home soon, so...Gary, can I call you back in a bit? Gotta ask you for a favour."
"Sure. Call anytime." I passed her the phone, heated from my touch.
Birds hopped and chirped outside in the carport while the bird in the kitchen hung up, laughing.
"Sometimes Livy's a bit weird, trust me."
I reflected, "So she said something about taking a square."
"Yeah, but she still gets good grades." She watched a sparrow out the window, "I wish I could ditch class with you for a bit. Restrictions are a pain."
"More time studying instead of fantasizing about boys?"
"Oh yeah, so instead of studying boys you've been fantasizing about night stuff during class? Innocent thou. Listen, Mama will be here any minute."
She kissed me. Both of us pressed our lips together, panting through our noses, her eyes shut. Desperately she searched for my mouth with hers, licking it. Her hand unbuttoned my pants rapidly, detaching my boxers. She pulled back, "Never done this in the kitchen."
I looked at her shorts, unbuttoned as well. "Where have you done this?"
That sly grin, "Only you would know, Thorne, only you!"
I cupped her breast. It stood out proudly, her nipple rock solid under my thumb and finger. Below, my fingers found her growing dampness, although I hadn't entered her yet. But still, something moved.
She bucked, "Oh damn, that's not fair at all, nope."
I suppressed my grin, "What'd I do?"
A quick check outside, "I don't know when they'll be home and you're being mischievous."
"Can we call it just being affectionate?" I played with her again. My fingers slid in smoothly, coated by her arousal.
"You can think whatever you like!" She gasped, her eyes shut, enjoying the sensations between her legs.
I kissed her back. Her lips stuck to mine tightly, breathing heavily through her nose, eyes closed. She eagerly sought my mouth again, licking it. Her small hand went down my zipper, working through my trousers, finding me hard. I saw her grin.
Putting a stop to the smooching, my ear was tickled by Raspy's whispers. "I'll demonstrate my affection for you. You'll write bad checks by the time I'm finished with you." Due to her mouth action on my ear and amazing squeeze, I gave a surprised gasp.
A vehicle traveled down the highway, base beats from its speakers trailing like a Doppler effect. A mockingbird chirped over by the gravel path.
The oven's buzzer sounded, like a mighty bee.
Gem sprang up, resetting the timer, "So this is my first clue!" Her shorts dropped a bit.
I helped lower those shorts a touch more.
Stepping in front of me, she informed, "After the subsequent beep, you must scurry away, okay?"
I shifted the shorts off her, my face touching her smooth, delicate tummy. Gem, a petite thing, yet her scent wafted up - an aphrodisiac that weakened my self-restraint. I snaked my pointer finger under her shirt, kissing those fabulous breasts.
Her intake of breath was heard, almost like a tiny shriek. I slid my fingers in, coaxing her little button.
"Oh Theron.. Oh.. Oh God.. Let me play with it. Twelve minutes, you need to clear out."
I retreated, remembering her command, and freed my jeans, exposing my male member. Her hand fists it, gripping and yanking. I could feel the girth expand in her grasp as she squeezed. Amateur, how endearing!
"I want you to.."
"Say it!"
"Um," She giggled, embarrassed. "Do you... will you tell the story of when we first met?"
I cleared the china off the table and shifted into her, my lips hovering over her smooth skin. My fingers offered her entrance to my tongue. The sweet scent of her arousal hit me - insatiable. Then I placed my lips on her soft mound, seeking the hidden desires of her body.
A car door slammed, but not near enough to interrupt us. The blue jay had flown off, and small blonde hair tickled my chin as I immersed myself in her taste, craving her tightness, wanting to own her body until there was no more. Gazing up, I noticed her dedication to our encounter.
Gaze deep in my eyes, she drew me in. "Issue the story of the day you first saw me."
Her legs shook as I offered my lips to her proud star. There was no sense in delaying it. I licked through her opening, entering her, indulging in her arousal. The fragrance of her overwhelming need penetrated my nostrils, searching for release.
A car door slammed again but it was a distance away. The blue jay had taken a mile or more in the sky. Gem's soft feet rested on my thighs as I pressed forward into her, straight into her center, tasting the sweetest florals I'd ever encountered. Our eyes locked, both in a trance, shamelessly enjoying each other's truest moments.
I licked her magic button, drawing out her release. Gem nodded, beginning to shudder, sighing. I traced her entrance, easing her into ecstasy, kissing her admiration as she ascended to Heaven.
Her thighs stiffened, lifting her body up, grinding her body into my mouth. Her spasming sex slipped away. I pulled her up to me, my hands fondling her curves.
Her readjustment put us butt-to-genitals. I lifted her top a bit, supporting her breasts with touch-feel. Gem's soaked hand returned attention to my genitals, brushing my tool in anticipation.
Moments later, we kissed passionately, exchanging saliva and body odors. Her hand gripped and rubbed, making her twitch.
My surprise gave way to her naughty request. Gem whispered, magnifying my arousal. I spread her shirt back, letting her chest rest on my thighs. Eyes sparkled as she studied my face. Was it something about her crystal-blue eyes? Or for other reasons, I'm not sure.
"So.. so tell me. Tell me why you think I'm special."
Setting the parking brake loose and extracting the keys, Gem fixated on me through the windshield, her chest glistening in the sun, her hair blowing wildly as she spoke. My ears filled with her melodic words. I idled there.
She brushed her hair back, resting on her arms, "So you've decided to share with me the story of the day you first saw me. I've never heard it."
The engine hummed, the sensation of her being nearly weightless against me. She was brushing her fingers through her hair, fixing her strands.
"You're special? I don't remember the day we first met, just your eyes... yes, it's your eyes."
As a crumpled grocery bag danced by my side, she grasped my shoulder while her fingers traced along my neck. Her voice trembled, "I've just experienced the most intense...you know...I don't want you to go, stay with me forever." She giggled, "It reminds me of a Zac Brown song, doesn't it? I just want you to know that..." She let out a sudden request for me to halt her.
Unable to find the right words, I cupped her chin, savoring her presence. Neither of us wished to end the delicate goodbye kiss we shared, mutually aware of the unspoken thoughts.
A receding gravel sound showed my departure, accompanied by the image of highway poles rising and falling, assisted by the fading light of the sun. The car's tires hummed harmoniously with the procession of a land covered in creosote. Concrete trucks thundered by, advertising the soon-to-arrive refurbished Target store disliked by many. My grandpa's truck vibrated cautiously, mimicking the day's imminent end.
****
Apparently, Harvey missed the earlier encounter. His eyes gazed out the window, checking for signs of me. As if on cue, he ventured towards the entrance. Apparently, it was snack time. A layer of pollen adorned the table beside him, foretelling the inevitable tan-corn stage. I entered the room and took out his favorite snack, an individual piece of popcorn. Harvey had developed an affinity for selecting his food one kernel at a time.
Considering the flirtatious Jenny, residing only a few houses away, I observed her vehicle's location.
The question of commitment arose, similar to the rotating Lotto wheel broadcasting a grand prize. Where would be the benefits compared to the implications?
Gazing at the kitchen table stippled with project annotations and research, I acknowledged my immaturity. What actually was the age that an individual achieved full adulthood? This reverie was interrupted by the awakening of an old stereo system, transporting me into the realm of Waylon. Reflecting upon the significance of life, I made coffee and prepared to continue studying.
****
Shouldn't life be filled with constant amusement, with each phase of our lives being completely unplanned and unique? Wouldn't it be delightful if we constantly found joyful scenarios? Could I ever possess eternal approval from authorities and religious figures?
Let's hope no one ever notices the incessant shift of my thoughts.
It was a typical Tuesday, and I found myself worked to exhaustion, managing loading bins and replacing hoses in the conveyor belt pits. The sun disrupted my vision, and my mind was running low on energy. The phone rang. I momentarily considered not answering, nodding off quietly. However, it was Livy.
"Hello, Livy."
"OH MY GOD! (Yes, all caps for her colourful demeanor)"
A chuckle, louder than the rumbling truck pushing me home. "You free for a chat?"
I was fatigued, bound to a tedious schedule. "I'm about to leave work, around two."
"I'm gonna be at my grandma's this Saturday. She's got a vanity that can't fit in her car. Do you think...."
I groaned; it was one of those weeks. "I'll be freed after work." I silently questioned what type of memento it could be she possessed.
"Thanks, I'll definitely find something!" Her tone shifted to one of curiosity.
The wings of time moved silently, hastening on Thursday. The clouds unleashed water in a rhythm with the metal roof above me, joining the persistent flow of rain down the window side. "Vicky?" I asked as the loader shook gently.
"Hey. Are you idle?"
I was, but wracked with my regular sentiment of boredom. "Yes, actually."
"My job ended early. I simply want to know, are you still together with Gem? I just need to know, alright?" A direct, curious personal inquiry.
"Vicky. We've hashed this issue to the point of exhaustion. She's my sister, and you're..." My voice tailed away.
Listening to her forceful breathing, I envisioned the furrowed brow and downturned lips of displeasure. As the rain picked up, I knew our brief reprieve from one another was nearing its end.
We once shared something, but with Vicky's recent betrayal, it seemed like a distant memory. Nonetheless, I couldn't shake the urge for understanding. "I've said everything I needed to say, Vicky," I asserted. Decision time had come.
Clicking the cover of my phone shut, I shook my head.
Strangely, just minutes later, Gem rang.
With the approaching Saturday, my dispatch duties kept me from leaving. However, a message from Livy popped up on my phone with the location of her grandmother's house.
****
I approached, listening to her chatter as I navigated through the winding neighborhoods. Aesthetic beauty unfolded before me – charming old houses nestled beneath lush trees. The oaks towered over me, as Livy led me towards the rear of one, the sound of the animals chattering in the branches just above. The path led to a brick walkway enclosure, which she had expertly guided me to.
She opened the door, darting outside to await my arrival. As I backed the van up to the walkway, she leapt towards me, providing a comforting embrace and a warm "howdy." The gesture was a tradition among Southerners, warming my heart.
My heart rate increased, for I'd never touched her before – only admired her from afar. Her beige terry shorts gave way to a "Go Lady Dogs" shirt, a subtle sports bra webbing visible beneath. Fidgeting slightly, I could not help but notice the way her shorts fell short of modesty.
Proceeding into the home, we made our way past an authentic Persian rug. The latter came with Gram and her friends from the 50s – she was in Cannes, without a set return date. An impressive grandfather clock guarded the end of the hallway, adjacent to the back stairs.
"Would you like to see where I'm staying while I'm here?" Livy asked.
An enormous antique poster of a weary cowboy settled against the wall next to the turn. Livy's father resided in LA, practicing entertainment law. Old pictures of the golden age of cinema looked down on us. A signed sketch of a weary cowboy touched the wall. It must belong to Gram.
Continuing upwards, my eye was drawn to Livy's form. Hearing her behind me, my attention shifted. "Livy, your mother knows?"
"Yes, she's aware." A slight smile crossed Livy's eyes. "If you're interested, lucky you! You'll be meeting her. My father's in LA at the moment, working on contract law."
I paused, looking at a dishevelled sketch of a tired cowboy, riding along the wide expanse of a plain. "Quite a life, huh?"
Livy's hands tugged at my shoulders. Her fingertips pierced the edge of my flesh, giving me a chance to inhale deeply. "Could you kiss me for real?" Her breath caught slightly, soft laughter escaping. I would consider one kiss...
Behind me, Livy appeared. Lips brushing my cheek, she uttered, "Thank you for helping me, Theron."
My laughter produced a curious, playful grin. "Not quite done yet... I just need to know one thing. Does your mother know you're redecorating?"
Livy laughed curiously. "Yes, she's in on it. And if you'd like, you can meet her if you want." I scanned the room, eyeing the sleek eggshell chenille spread on the bed; a matching wooden dresser and highboy stood. Vintage prints of golden-age Hollywood greats radiated unique stories. The velvety fabric of her pull-loop draperies attracted my gaze. A framed poster of a horse film had pride of place - it was signed by the actors.
Akin to the days of the great black-and-white films, she leaned in, moving her lips almost imperceptibly against mine. Matching her, I gazed up at her, holding her close while the conflicting sensations ran through my mind. I accepted her closeness, feeling our lips meet, feeling her mouth opening under mine, delicately asserting herself into the situation. Little knocks on the door startled us into silent amusement.
Evidently, Livy invited me in, leading to a spontaneous, adoring kiss. Her breath was faint. My eyes were closed, relishing her acceptance and recognition. Shyly, she pulled back. "To be honest, this feels great... hopefully, we can do that again?"
I responded in kind, conceding to a momentary taste of affection. Thoughts of the stained glass choirboy on my left and the devil on my right swiftly floated away as she pulled us closer, hand on my waist.
Livy could sense my heartbeat as she drew me in, effectively capturing my attention. I marveled at this, feeling her ecstatic smile, my hands slipped down to the waistband of her shorts.
We both indulged in the yummy sensation, savoring the tender exchanges. A soft yet sweet sensuality saturated the room as we exchanged enticing glances. All the while, vows of secrecy filled the room as we eagerly awaited our next intimate moment.
The sensation of her butt...It felt identical to how it seemed. I grasped her charms, my erection pushing against her abdomen. My small tip pushed away my conscience.
We exhaled, her eyes sky blue, playful.
"Wow." She traced my growth, then smiled, "That's the finest praise a guy can offer."
"I'm not much of a liar."
"I'd enjoy meeting Mr. Honest."She tugged my zipper, discovering, until I poked through my underwear, "Ah! There he is!" She traced my shaft.
I jumped, "Livy! My goodness!"
"Don't you like that?" A light tug, a lick on my mouth. "Open wide. No attention to the hand below." She chuckled, "Now kiss me like you want it!"
Our tongues danced as she rubbed my head against her stomach under her top, smooth and silky. I sensed my testicles tightening, preparing...
We separated, panting, "Do you treat all your house movers like this?"
Her face was pale, her teasing forgotten, "Do you have a gun?"
"It shrank. Who else could be here?"
****
Goddesses can become stronger to convey their point. We journeyed to Livy's abode, a beige quilt blowing beneath the straps, luggage fastened, racing for the waning sun. I trailed behind her mother's car, listening to her on the phone.
"I'm still stunned by the wind shutting the door like that! It was as if the house was enraged!"
"No doubt. That was by far the fastest erection I've had," I chuckled, "Any ghosts in your house?"
"No, only you." (sigh) "And things were going so splendid. I'll need to vacuum out my panties when I return."
I nearly dropped the phone, laughing, "What'd you say?"
"Hush now. I'm simply talking to myself and Gummy's making me chatty."
"Inquiring minds want to know - are you still drunk?"
A snicker, "Not yet, it's coming."
Her nostrils flared, her lips a pout, "Is my driving too sluggish?"
I shrunk the window for some air, "Satisfactory. Longer it takes, the more you'll gab."
My radio softly sung over the silence between her calls. It recounted a charity event. They needed models for children's clothing. I laughed, imagining Gem in such a role.
"Feeling all right?"
"Smooth as feathers," I joked, fiddling with the knobs, discovering a gardening show.
"Nearly there now.."
She signaled a left turn and slowed, "Watch out, this road's not top notch. Theron, I hope you're not cross with me. I simply wanted to, you know, touch it myself and I thought..Whoops! Slow down - there's a tortoise in the road here."
Break lights. I left my phone on the chair, exiting, scrutinizing our surroundings. The turtle sauntered across the faded white line, carefree. It was utterly tranquil, just the wind whispering through the pines, kudzu fluttering ash grey. Close by, a tradesman's van emerged from a driveway, moving in the opposite direction.
"Which side of the road should we put him on?" Livy squinted.
"Does rain approach?" I glanced skyward at the high cirrus.
The turtle walked on, scurrying across the gravel shoulder, finding its goal.
"Should we place him on the opposite side?"
Livy seized my hand, guiding me to the back of her car. She bent at the waist above the boot, her head on her arms and offered her luscious bottom, round, tender, enticing.
I sensed my facial color change, blood moving swiftly southward, filling my intense longing.
Livy arched her rear and jiggled it, "Go quickly - someone may observe!" The tan lines around her paradise showcased her sublime curves, plotting a perfect figure.
I sensed myself becoming overwhelmed, my composure shattered. Cotton pants.
She folded her lower half over her possessions, "Rush and I'll love you for it."
I complied, and she thrust her bottom toward me, waiting. I eagerly rammed into her. Oh heaven! The soft splendor was amazing. Goodbye, conscience! I squeezed her naughty region, overjoyed. The sensitive area yielded, enveloped in temptation. Her bonnet was warm, offering a comfortable haven. Our exchanges became mystifying, uncanny.
Out in the meadows, a donkey grazed on better grass along the fence, being the sole onlooker to our highway mischief.
"Oh my goodness, yes." I panted, struggling to undress and satisfy myself simultaneously. Money fell from my pocket onto the asphalt as I strolled up to her.
She looked back at me, her cheeks reddened. Her bottom's full lips were shown, glistening wet, ready.
I was listening for cars as my digits found her waiting lubrication, oil on glass as I slid in, filling her inch by inch.
It was so hot inside, a liquid heater. Her hand wrapped around my length powerfully, all of it. Livy reached underneath herself, holding my rod as she pushed her bottom against me, filling herself in an instant. I pulled back a bit before plunging in more forcefully, feeling thick liquids around the base of my rod. Then once again as I dug under her shirt, lifting her sports bra up.
"Oh..Yes. Yes that..Oh damn good cock, now you're mine!" She wiggled her cheeks side to side, a rubbery feel against my abdomen. Her pebbles were puffed in my fingers now, small young boobs filling my hands.
I felt her tighten me inside, faster and faster as I penetrated her. I straightened up, relinquishing her breasts to hold onto her wobbling bottom, desiring not to cum yet. I loved the way it rippled in response to my intense thrusts. From above,I could hear her gasping, little screams as wet smacking sounds came from below.
The ejaculations came, beyond my will, implausible to cease, washing into her inner depths as mental enlightenment reached me. Faintly, I heard myself shout and I felt her nails tapping against me, her desperate massages looking for release.
"Don't stop," She moaned, "Keep going, I'm about to..Oh yes, keep flicking that, now it's mine!" She shook her bottom like a belly dancer. Livy turned around, her eyes manic, seizing me, spewing the final dollops of my semen on her abdomen as she culminated herself.
"Watch me come. Watch me..here it is..(gasp) Oh dear Lord, LASTLY! Oh YES!" Her hand was a flurry, breathy screams escaped from her lips as her torment brought completion. Her eyes locked onto mine as her hips shook, little slaps making her undulate to her finale.
I glanced around. The donkey was contemplating us and the sound of a lorry could be heard on the highway.
(Give it a breather)
There was a relaxed, crooked grin on Livy's face, still nude below the waist. Her hand held onto her vagina. Loveable, just loving.
"Whoo-hoo, we did it!" She shook her head. "Could you get me some napkins from the glove compartment?"
****
Livy's mom, Alicia, seemed like an older, more rounded version of her daughter. Radiant white teeth, a lovely smile, and she patted my wrist as she welcomed me. Just me, but I wouldn't find employment in LA if this woman was awaiting me at home..She had the same black hair as Livy, cut to shoulder length. Some wrinkles around her blue eyes, but she sauntered back through the kitchen wearing ripped faded jeans, with the same walk and hips as her daughter.
The road that we had recently engaged in our intimacy led to the next driveway and through the woods to a Greek Revival with a bronze spitting carp in a fountain in the roundabout. A scuffed Nissan rested in the shade of a centuries-old magnolia and a marble entrance with five, not seven-inch steps led to monumental inlaid stained glass front oak doors.
Alicia had greeted me as I freed myself from Gram's home. Livy had dashed inside to mask the evidence of our misdemeanors. The scent of marijuana teased my nostrils as she helped untie my knots. Together, we brought the dressing table in. A Venetian tiled floor awaited us and we set it by the stairs. "Would you fancy a beer?"
I could hear Larry Fleet singing about a laborer far in the distance. I opted for her bare midriff and knotted top insufficient for moving furniture. No protests though.
She didn't flaunt, but she didn't conceal herself. It was very challenging not to gaze, merely allowing myself brief glimpses. I received a preview of Livy at motherhood age, matured.
Livy returned with my beer, a slice of lime on the rim. Style. She'd changed clothes. Her mom noticed. "I was about to change too. I planned on getting in some laps before it became too chilly." There was a silent, almost electric moment between them before Livy turned to grin at me. A Hispanic lady called goodbye from the foyer.
"Stay for dinner?"
The sun was setting, and a barking Basset hound greeted me as I got into my vehicle. The wind had died down, producing purplish skies overhead. With my headlights turned on, I drove with the awareness that I was exhausted after a long day of work. Saturday was finally over for me. The lingering scent of Livy and my interaction filled my underwear, reminding me of the reality that it actually occurred.
The dashboard of my truck housed Gramp's Jesus figurine, magnetically attached, offering forgiveness. He was garbed in a blue robe and observed each insect hitting the windshield. For tonight, as always, he stood in silence, arms spread.
There exists a scenario where we were savoring leftovers, (which would've been brand new at my place!), and Alicia completed her wine glass after Livy picked up the dishware. Watching her daughter walk out of the room, Alicia nodded her head before directing her piercing gaze towards me.
At barely audible volume, "I was upstairs after a contractor left and noticed what appeared to be my vehicle and a truck behind it on the road. I grabbed my binoculars to ensure all was well." She nodded as she spoke.
My chest tightened.
She neatly aligned her napkin on the table, "Was everything fine, Theron?" Her eyes sparkled up at me.
"We found a turtle on the road."
"A turtle, hm?" Alicia's attention shifted towards the kitchen. Leaning closer to me, her well-endowed chest flashed for a millisecond.
Livy returned, querying, "Everything okay?"
"Talking about the turtle."
"A big one, for sure."
Alicia, "Yes... a large, heavy turtle." She smirked at me, fully aware.
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