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One Christmas Night-Stand
1.The Party Planner
Rose had prepared for the office Christmas party for months, now only days away, they were a bit short on funds. Taking donations, working with the social committee, the weather was turning cold and Halloween had passed. Much to the chagrin of one of the managers. Longer hair than what the company owner liked, Thaddeus Harrison “Teach” Harte was the owner of the copper hair that hung down to his shoulders was eye-catching no matter where he was. The Van Dyke facial hair and green eyes made him look like a refugee out of some novel of musketeers or pirates. His penchant for hats was well-known. Beret’s, an archer’s cap with a feather in it, a straw hat in summer. He was known to compete in archery and had the muscular build of an athlete that he was.
His green eyes made women that worked with him think of the naughty things that they whispered to each other during their coffee breaks.
The only complaint that any of them would talk about, his choice of clothing that was always black. But his work pants were always tailored properly and on jeans day he wore black, tight jeans that every woman enjoyed to watch as he took care of troubleshooting problems with printers and net connections that mysteriously cropped up for the women when he was so dressed. If he knew, he never let on that he was aware of the rules of the game.
Although he did seem to bend over a lot more and closer to desks for no reason when those days had arrived. Much to most of the women’s enjoyment – and some of the men, too.
Rose always found her eyes following him as she approached him with a printed sign to put on his office window for donations to the upcoming Christmas party.
“Teach, could you donate some money for the company party? Mr. Caleb has donated most of all we need, but we need some small things to decorate with. Mr. Caleb has paid for an open bar and the party room at the hotel, but nothing else.”
She noticed today he wore glasses instead of his contacts, behind his glasses his eyes crinkled a little in a smile.
“I have just the donation for you. Last week you know I competed in the year-end archery tourney and I came in third. The third-place prize was twenty-five hundred, cash. It is yours.”
“Oh my. Teach. I could not…”
“Take it. It puts me over some tax issues, so if I give it to a good cause, I can just deduct it. So I think a donation to our companies Drive For Kid’s Cures, I can do good on both ends.” Teach smiled. “I’ll talk to Mr. Caleb and have him use that money to buy decorations and such for good will of the community.”
“Thank you! You will get a special recognition for this.”
“Not necessary,” He chuckled. “just throw a good party.”
“Oh we will! We will!”
2. The Party
Weeks of planning and the day finally arrived only another hour before the half-day ended and the Christmas party started. The ginger musketeer brought in a bushel of mistletoe and was hanging it up everywhere. When asked where he got so much, he only replied.
“I climbed few trees.”
Doubting laughter followed when he described his adventures, until Tyree Hayburt showed photos on his cell phone of Teach climbing trees and harvesting the fresh mistletoe with a pole saw.
One woman, after she stared at the image for a moment, caused a commotion when she commented that he was up in a tree in just a t-shirt.
A few laughed at the misunderstanding. The t-shirt he wore was black, matching his pants, giving the impression he wore a black jump-suit. But his arms!
She commented that his arms made a woman dream what it would feel like to be in an embrace with such arms.
The phone made the rounds with the office women and Tyree did not get his phone back until the battery was screaming for mercy.
But Teach struck a handsome image. Fingerless gloves, standing in a tree with his feathered cap while he trimmed a large growth of mistletoe off an oak tree.
Many of the workers looked at him now as he stood on a ladder and taped, pinned, stapled the green plant all around the dance floor.
It appeared that he was intent on having kisses exchanged everywhere in the party.
Rose laughed at Teach’s personal mission and pointed out to him that he still had a large amount left over.
“Well, I do need to show care. Each sprig is worth a kiss, right?” Teach smiled conspiratorially. “So, I worry about overdosing the magic if I put up too much. I mean, a single sprig is worth a simple kiss. How much is small a branch worth? A passionate kiss? More? How much would a large branch be worth? It’s tradition, you know. This is why children are born in late August and into September.”
“It’s a good thing I brought some condoms in my purse.” She whispered back. Enjoying his shocked look and a touch of color to his ears as he turned away, laughing with embarrassment.
Rose cackled quietly to herself, catching the beautiful T. H. Harte in a bomb like that. But then, she had already had tipped the bottle in the kitchen with the Irish Coffee’s that MaryJo had made.
The best part of the day so far had been the drinks that Alice poured. Hot chocolate and peppermint schnapps with a cinnamon stick floating in it. Rose poured some Irish coffee into it and made a killer mocha that was making her feel happy. Extremely happy.
Looking at the clock. It was nearly noon, the party was due to start in a few minutes. The smell of lunch was wafting through the office, roast beef and ham, chicken and even a turkey roasted in the company kitchen.
Rose walked off, she had done the job she set to do. The party was starting and she had an Irish Snuggling Mocha calling her name.
3. To The Victor Go The Spoils
At noon, everyone filed in. It was a short walk to the hotel and those that had drinks and snacks all morning were already feeling the effects of such mid-winter cheer. There was Christmas in the air and no functional work, even the boss, Mr. Caleb, had not accomplished much, except to drink and mix drinks in the kitchen. Even as he lead the group across the hallway, he did not quite stand up straight. But he was still talking clearly, blaming his unsteadiness on his bad knee.
At the head of the tables, Caleb stood and spoke, giving out generous bonuses. A thousand dollars for every year of employment, a few joke gifts and then announced food, finally, was served.
The dance floor was lit and the music boomed, MaryJo walked up behind the office archer and pulled Teach (as she was slurring his nickname a bit) off his stool and out onto the dance floor. As they walked and swayed to the music, MaryJo noticed that “Teach” had an eyepatch on.
“Oh my god! What happened to your eye?” she leaned into him, pressing her barely contained breasts against his taut body while he snaked sinuous arms around her. More to hold her up than to dance with her.
“Nah. I walk into and out of lighted areas, this little flash dance area would blind me if I was to walk into a dark room for a drink. There is a show across the way with an stand-up comedian I might want to go see. Starts in an hour. I wouldn’t be dazzled in one eye this way, it’s an old pirate trick.”
“Mmmm…” A voice came in from behind them. “You can plunder my booty anytime, ginger-snap.” Rose had walked up behind the dancers and handed a drink to MaryJo.
MaryJo and He laughed.
“I think I need to go get another drink. The bartenders here make these drinks too weak.” MaryJo winked and walked off, one over-sexed divorced woman leaving him with another over-sexed divorced woman as the two double-teamed him.
Suddenly feeling like an endangered species, Teach Harte smiled and headed back to sit down at a a table where an electronic game of greedy-greedy could be played until the music ended.
Smiling as Rose sat with him, the waitress walked over and asked what they would like.
“Ron Abuelo Centuria, neat please. The bottle, too.”
“Sir, you do know that the bar is open, but it only covers well drinks.”
Slipping the barely dressed cocktail waitress two bills of paper money with Benjamin Franklin on the front, whispering to her “Keep the change.” She smiled widely and sashayed away to the bar.
Together they sat and talked. Starting with the office work before he leaned over to Rose and whispered to her ear.
“I am making a rule, no more shop-talk.”
Rose laughed softly and nodded. Looking down at the table that they sat at, a computer controlled dice game. Gaming levels listed on the display of:
[ ] G
[ ] PG
[ ] R
With one level listed as an extra cost to play:
[ ] X
“Which level would you like to play?” He asked as he slid his card through the reader, tapping in his identification number.
Rose looked over the game, not knowing how to play, she was not about to miss out on anything.
“Let’s go with X.” She said, here brown eyes twinkling in the strobe of the dance light.
Another voice behind them, “Can anyone sit here?” It was Robert Hershey with his very pretty wife, who wearing a naughty lady Santa outfit. Not quite slutty, but it danced along the edges of the term. When asked about it, Barbara would say “This is Sexy Elf, Slutty Elf did not come with a vest, only two bells to hang on each side.”
The game started with number of players and their names. The greedy-greedy seemed draw people like a magnet, a new style of game that had started in an online virtual world, had spread to real world with small changes. In this case, the numbers of the dice indicated the clothing that the players would bet. On the menu it showed a listing of “Slow”, “Medium”, “Fast” and “Waste No Time!”.
The game started and the holographic dice spun and indicated the score. In two rounds, the scores were showing that Robert was ahead and his wife was in a very distant last place.
Another roll and it was Teach’s turn, and it indicated to spin who the paired couple would be. The menu selected had no gender specifications. A spin and showed that Barbara had to give a deep kiss to MaryJo.
A gasp! Would they do it, the group got quiet for a moment, then Barbara stood up and stepped over to MaryJo and straddled her lap. The players were given a show of a serious, passionate kiss to MaryJo who slowly slid her hands over Barbara’s body, lightly playing with her breasts as the kiss drew on longer than a minute.
Buy the time that Barbara stood up, her nipples were visibly erect and she walked unsteadily to sit back next to her husband. Then it was Robert’s turn. His challenge was unhook Rose’s bra with one hand and leave the garment in place. Rose, blushing at this, stood and held Robert in an embrace that was sensual while she found his lips with hers. The kiss was slow and sensual, but for Robert it was an effort in an abject failure as he could never get the bra unhooked.
As the loser of the game-driven command, Robert had to remove his shirt. Slightly overweight, it was still obvious why Barbara found him attractive. He even had a tattoo of her name on his shoulder with the names of their children.
Turns became more sexy as others would join around them at other tables as they played on.
As the game wore on, Barbara advanced higher and Robert lost ground, no longer the leader he had lost major points on the game. Robert lost another roll and was required to perform an oral sex-act on Rose who sold the act to Barbara for a good price.
The holographic representations of the characters were in various states of dress. Teach’s avatar was down to its digital underwear, when he spun one more time. The arrow landed on Rose and then the dice was between them.
Teach rolled a sixteen of a thirty possible on the dice.
Rose rolled twenty-one of thirty. “Rose wins!”
Then the selection menu came up.
“Questions or Actions”
Rose selected “Action”.
A roll of the dice again and Teach rolled again. Four twos, eight points out of thirty.
Teach was in trouble. His last roll of a six did not help him greatly. Fourteen points of thirty possible.
Rose would only have to play a conservative roll.
Her first roll she hit three fives that she could keep. Leaving two dice left to roll.
Already it they wondered what she would be offered by the machine and what would be selected.
“A slow strip dance on the table by your partner.”
“A night in heaven.”
“U-turn. Select another partner.”
“Slow Naked Kiss.”
The group’s women laughed. The sound of clinking came from across the table. Teach was pouring his glass full. The pressure was getting to him.
Rose selected “Night in Heaven.” and hit “roll”.
“12 hours with your partner who must do everything you request of them without question.”
“Oh my gosh,” Teach nearly shot rum out his nose. “for twelve hours?”
“No sleeping!” The laughing voice came from across the table was that of MaryJo as she kissed Robert with great passion.
Sending a text message to Teach, Rose messaged, “I think MaryJo, Robert and his wife are working on a 3-way.”
Reading the phone, Teach nodded smiling. Messaging her back. “Elf power.”
A roll, Teach just could not get any love from the machine. The score eliminated him from the game and Teach sat back with his arms crossed. A common position that he would stand in. Rarely smiling at work, this evening at the party, with a half-bottle of two-hundred dollar rum in him, he was quite jolly.
Suddenly, the game was over! Robert failed his roll and suffered the eliminatation leaving only MaryJo and Barbara in her sexy elf outfit when Barbara’s roll was a perfect thirty.
In a single roll at the end of the game, Barbara selected from the menu.
MaryJo had to go spend a night in heaven.
Getting up, the group laughed at the naked holographic avatars on the table with the naked version of Barbara jumping up and down in her place on the game board.
Teach walked past the registration desk and looked out the window and motioned Rose over. Several other Christmas parties were going on all over the building and many were leaving.
The street, lined with red and blue lights of cars driven by law enforcement pulled drivers over by the two’s and fours.
“Three hundred rooms per floor, fifteen floors, and people want to drink and drive home? That is bad thinking.” He said and Rose nodded. “I’m staying here tonight. How about you?”
“Well, I have no one at home waiting for me. I have an hours drive. So I am staying, too. With you I think.” She grabbed him by his eyepatch and pulled him into a long kiss. His hands found what Robert’s could not during the game. She had on a front-hook bra and released it simply by sliding his hand over her breasts.
“Good and well.” He whispered and walked to the registration desk.
4. A Night In Heaven
They stepped off the elevator and out into the hallway. Robert was visible as he fumbled with the key card. Barbara and MaryJo were in a very sexy and sensual clinch. The way that the vest moved on Barbara’s body, it was obvious that it was a very busy night in the hotel and in that room, busy was the night’s entertainment. Teach and Rose walked the opposite way and down to a suite that the company had reserved for employees.
“Mr. Caleb was very pleased with business this year. Everyone gets a suite at a steep discount, but you have to ask for it.”
Taking Rose by the hand and lead her to the bedroom. Wobbling slightly from his rum and she with her wine, they slipped into the bedroom where he sat on the edge of the bed. Standing close to him, his hands gently slid up the inside of her blouse, caressing her hardening nipples. They spoke no words for there were none needed. This was the plan ever since she had joked with him hours before. She was nearly sure they would have had a third, but she did not press the thought.
She wanted him all to herself tonight. Her blouse slowly removed, as his lips found her nipples. A gentle sucking over the razor sharpness of his incisors, he sucked air slowly over the moist flesh as it puckered hard enough to scratch glass.
Gasps of pain/pleasure escaped her lips.
“Sorry. Did that hurt?” He looked up with a twinkle in his eye. He was not sorry. But her own voice betrayed her.
“Oh god no… that hurt, but it is a good hurt. Oh god that was good… please…more.” She pulled him back to her breasts again.
Looking down and watched him tease and bite her nipples. The thought struck her and reaching down she pulled on his shirt, forgoing the buttons, she pulled the cloth up and over his head. It was a fine shirt, it felt like silk as it slide over his broad shoulders easily and revealed what she had gossiped about in the kitchen with MaryJo.
She slid her hands over his back as he traced his tongue over the valley between her breasts and down to her belly button. Light kisses on that so-sensitive skin just below the dimple of her navel while he unbuttoned her skirt and slid it down over her hips.
Slowly, piece by piece, they shed their clothes until he whispered to her ear.
“Let’s move up to the pillows.” Softly he had whispered, but the glint in his eye was as loud as thunder.
Rose crawled backwards on hands and feet. Her heart beating in her throat, she could feel the wine swishing around in her. He had consumed more than half the rum, she had put down two bottles of a chardonnay, two snugglers and one Irish coffee… at least two snuggler drinks, she was trying to think, when his teeth raked the inside of her left calf. His hands sliding up her bare thighs. In a hysterical thought she was thankful she had just gotten waxed the day before, the laughter escaped her lips and Teach smiled at the sound.
His mouth touched the inside of her left thigh, then the right as his slow bites alternated sides.. Sucking against her skin on each side, she was almost laughing with the thought of bite marks on her skin there and if they might be visible when …or if..she wore a skirt, pants was the order of clothing for the near future. But each bite made her ache to have him inside her.
Tracing fingertips over the bare labia that was slowly opening to him. The tip of his tongue slowly trailed over the flesh of her pubic mound. A slow puff of breath, the damp trail of kisses he left chilled her skin with a thrill that had not been done to her before.
Rose gasped as she ran her hands through his hair. His hands found and slipped up under each ass-cheek and lifted her to his mouth. His teeth finding her swollen and damp clitoris. The sharp teeth holding that bit of flesh between them as he pressed against the pubic bone.
And then… Then he hummed! The sound entering her body through flesh and bone. Going through the scales, he hummed a tune until he hit that one tone, it seemed to start in her clit, through her core and into her mind. The very heart of her body seemed to spasm in one mind numbing orgasm as her pelvis bucked against his face.
Rose gasped in the skin tingling post-orgasm as he kissed his way up her body. Sucking gently on her left nipple, then on her right nipple he rolled the flesh between his teeth while sucking air over the tender flesh.
Sliding up her body, his erection pressed against her, kissing her lips, sharing the taste of her sex on his lips with her. His hardest part found her softest as he entered her gently and slowly, arching his back as he pressed in. His erection entering her labia, he pulled back after an inch. The large diameter of the cock forcing open her love-hole.
“We should. Oh god. Put on… Mmm, that’s nice. A . Oh! A Con… Oh my god! Con..OH! Yes! Rubber! You are going to get me pregnant, I don’t want to be pregnant… We need… Oh! Forget it!” She moaned into his mouth as they kissed. “Oh. God. Please. Fuck me!”
Pulling her legs up, locking her feet behind his back as her fingernails raked his back, leaving red scratch marks along the length of his back as she sucked on his tongue.
Pushing deeply into her, the pain of his entering her was a burning pain. This intensified her driving lust, forgetting all outside worries. She thrust her hips up to meet his push. Intensity of his kisses, flavored with her sex was still infused in the kisses.
Rose pulled his head tightly to her for the kisses that were so delicious while he pushed the whole of his organ deep into her, pressing against the back wall of her vagina, he touched the deepest part of her. Her lover’s balls bounced off her ass as he pressed her into the mattress of the bed.
Teach broke the kiss for a moment, gasping.
“I just need to say something.”
“What?” She asked softly, with had a crooked smile.
“Oh god…I’m cuming!” He moaned as his body went into spasms. His seed filling her with each twitch that she could feel.
Rose held him to her, kissing the side of his face as he gasped for breath. Lightly stroking his body.
Deep inside him, he began to laugh and twitch.
“That tickles. Please… Oh please stop!” He said laughing.
They lay in each other’s arms for several minutes, kissing. His softened member slipping out of her as they continued to explore with hands and lips. Of touching and traces of tongue and fingertip. Raking sensitive flesh and enjoying the laughter of the post-coital Celt in her arms. Rose smiled widely at his body’s reaction to her touch.
They lay next to each other, him lightly caressing her breasts. Kissing the puckered flesh of her nipples and the soft curve of her neck. She touching his hips and sliding her hands down, taking his flaccid organ in her hands, the slightly sticky fluid she found with her hands, brought up to put on his lips and then kissed those beautiful lips clean.
A few minutes passed and another erection began to grow, much to her enjoyment.
He chuckled then gasped as Rose traced her fingers over the swollen length of flesh under the thin material. Seeing his cock for the first time, the tumescent organ was not very great in length, she could use both hands to cover it, but it the diameter was massive, her fingers could not close around the organ as she explored his naked sex.
He made little sound as she teased his hard shaft with her fingernails and gently traced the tip of her tongue around the barb of the glans. Pleased with the sound of his soft moaning, her mouth closed over the head of the shaft and she began to stroke in counterpoint to the motion as she performed a fun tease of oral pleasuring to his body. His body bucked which made her laugh softly.
“Did that hurt?” She smiled.
“Oh god! N- no.” Teach gasped with a touch of giggle. She could feel his pulse in his massive shaft as she slid her mouth slowly down it while pulling up with her hand.
Rose put her hand on his naked belly to hold him still, a sudden upward thrust would choke her as she held him in her mouth. He laughed as she raked her fingernails along the inside of his thighs. Rose explored the glory of his body as she slid off her panties and sat astride him, pressing the head of the shaft against her clitoris and began to ride up and down. Not allowing him any entry no matter how he was begging her.
“Oh damn… Please… “ His whispers were of near agony as she teased his scrotum as she rubbed her body up and down over the corona around the glans of, what Rose decided was, a beautiful penis as she used the man-probe as her personal sex toy.
Each stroke as he played with her thighs and cheeks of her bottom, served to drive the passion in her soul higher and with more intensity until the orgasm that she strove for. Holding his erection against her clitoris, she reached a point that Rose was unable to control her movements.
“So close…” She moaned but had to put her hands on his knees for balance. His erection pushing against her belly.
“Turn around.” he whispered as his hand slide under her backside and traced over her labia. Teasing her further for the missed orgasm, the entry of her body was slippery with her personal moisture.
Smiling, she turned around and stretched her body full length along his, enjoying the sensation of his erection pinned between them.
“Are you enjoying yourself? “ She whispered as she reached down between them and stroked his hard shaft.
“Very much, we have much more to go. We are not finished yet, lady.” he laughed softly as she sat back up astride him.
She slowly stroked his erection with both hands. A little scary that the thickness was so that she could not close her hands fully around it.
“You want more?” She bounced lightly on his pelvis, her breasts swaying hypnotically as teased her nipples.
“Mmm… Come here, let me kiss those beautiful nips.” Teach laughed as she complied. “You have beautiful breasts.”
Rose gasped as he took her into his mouth. “Thank you…”
Feeling him lift his hips up, she lowered hers down to his, guiding the head of the twitching muscle to the wet labia. Sliding slowly down over the head, she felt the organ enter her and stretch her flesh as he entered her.
A little at first, it was too tight to fit without the sensation of burning. The skin surrounding her orifice complained at his intrusion into her body.
“Oh my god you are so big. I still don’t know how I could fit you.” Rose gasped as she rode up and down. Each time she slid him in, it was a little deeper. Almost half-way down the shaft she was certain he could not get any more inside her in this position.
Laughing softly. “It will fit, it was there once. You are in control.” Then pulling her for a deep kiss, he thrust upwards as she slid down. Pulling her ass close to his pelvis, the thick penis slide its full length into her, pressing against the back wall of her chamber. The pressure against her womb with the head of the shaft.
“Oh…. god.” She moaned into his face, sliding her tongue into his mouth while the walls echoed with the soft sounds of their bodies slapping together as she rode him until he began to tremble.
“Shh…” Rose stopped moving for a moment.. “Not yet. Hold it. Hold. You don’t get to cum before I do.”
“Oh god. I can’t.”
Rose sat back, holding him inside her. The sensation of the head of his organ bumping against her cervix excited her as she rode slowly. She enjoyed watching him, watching her.
Teach put his hands on the mound just above her clit, stroking the little cum-button with his thumbs in a small circular motion.
“Oh.” The shock of his thumbs pushing the hood back over her bit of flesh was as an electric shock in her heart when his hands changed positions, holding her by her hips. He thrust upwards in her and held still. Keeping her still as she tried to keep riding his shaft.
His body bent in an inverted “U” for a moment. Rose did not realize the moment had arrived as he moaned in the spasms of orgasm. Semen flowed into her at more than twenty-feet per second from the tip of his love muscle.
Smiling at him as he relaxed. Rose leaned full length on his body and relaxed. His seed slowly leaking out of her as he kissed her face.
“Mm…that was not bad.” She smiled as she kissed him again. “For a second time.”
Laughter faded as she kissed him, her slim body relaxing on his. She slipped him out of her and slid off to his side. Going to sleep with her head on his shoulder and a leg draped over his belly.
The morning would deal with the morning issues.
So nice to see that the royals in this land are always willing to help: When’s the last time you got hands-on help like that? Hm? 😉
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Sorry I’ve fallen a little behind, my friends! To make it up to you, here’s a little behind just for you: I’ll (hopefully!) catch up today! Bye!
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like your pen is on fire ~ CHRISTOPER KOKOSKI ~
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The bug on the lamb hits the road! And, though it seems to good to be true, there is a new Forgotten Road comic just for you! Enjoy!
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People say you only live once. But people are as wrong about that as they are about everything. Zela has a life she shares with her four-legged friends and finds a shiny object. The last rumble a storm is not the sound of thunder from the storm outside. It is the creak of rusty hinges.
Is Zela safe?…Or. is Zela zafe? In case you like to get stuck on “z”s.
Source: Naughty Day at Work
Honey enjoyed the party, Halloween this year proved more exciting than in previous years. Her freedom grew while she attended college at Ocean Bay University. The characters of her dorm were such insane women, she was both alarmed and laughed until her sides hurt every weekend.
To Keep her grades up was the greatest struggle, but doable.
This Halloween party was just what the doctor ordered. Mid term testing had driven her dreams and now she was at a party with more booze than she ever seen in one house.
Rebecca, already braless with a white t-shirt was dipping her head into the pool, making the opaque material of her shirt transparent.
Then she dared act all embarrassed when she walked around with puckered nipples.
Honey enjoyed the drinks when she met Zac, a criminal justice major and his friend Dorian who studied chemistry.
The party moved from innocent to adult with a blink of an eye when the school jokesters showed up as strippers. Robert, Dean, Joseph wore fake boobs and G-strings and walked around and rubbed on everyone.
The night wore on, the more people drank, the more clothes fell off.
Honey thought she had consumed too much ethanol and the ground began to spin and move while she danced in Robert’s arms.
Except he looked around, too, tension on his face.
“It’s an earthquake.” He said. “It’s Only a 3.5…”
Then the power went out.
Screams and laughter echoed around the party house.
It would not be many minutes before “Oooh’s and ah’s!” became screams of horror and terror…
Painting by Steve Hanks Rêves humides Des tes bras qui m’enserrent, Et qui m’emmènent Vers le ciel étoilé de Tes yeux emplis de désir.
Painting by Arthur Braginsky A Shabbat evening Near the Lake of Geneva Life is so peaceful. Sarit plays with her cat, My soul flies over the lake.
This looks pretty dangerous to me: And so does this! Have a great weekend!!
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Whoa big pig! Put your bacon into it!~ Dash
It can be hard to stop once you’ve got it going! Especially if you’re going by pig, like Zela: Here’s a gif of a piglet being woken up by a cheerio to get you through the rest of the week!
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Best WebComic. 😀
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Source: SEDUCED by the MOON
Woot woot! good webcomic!
Chapter 9. Posing
The University of Ocean Bay.
A well-known center of learning, early in the history, endowments and grants that committees created to keep the costs low enough for the talented, but struggling students to afford to attend.
First established in the early 1800’s, it began as a private school for sailors who would be hired by the ocean-going vessels straight away as officers. Later in the nineteenth century, other schools of discipline evolved and the College of Ocean Bay became the University in the same year as President Abraham Lincoln died, leaving the country mired in hatred and anger.
In the chaos of the country, the west coast school built up with donations and funding from the state. Buildings evolved with a function followed form design. The first to use natural processes to warm and cool the buildings.
It became an artist’s school in the end, starting in the years after the War to End All Wars, then war that followed after that.
By the time Korean Police Action slowed into a cease-fire, the University at Ocean Bay became renowned for the artists that it produced.
Other schools expanded on campus that now covered nearly five-hundred acres of rammed-earth construction for buildings, pioneered from nearly the beginning, the three-foot thick walls kept the buildings cool in summer heat waves and warmer in the chill winter storms coming off the ocean with winds coming out of the Gulf of Alaska.
A labyrinth of stars and vista points, balconies of open hallways, long corridors that felt like one would be walking through solid rock.
Standing even after several earthquakes, maintanence crews repaired cracks in the walls by using a high-strength epoxy under great pressure to force into the smallest of voids. It was an on going perpetual nightmare, always using the latest of technologies.
Kaylee walked up the stairs, eschewing the elevators and walked along an open air hall, alone. It was slightly eerie. There were no students around in the normally busy walk-zone, and now her steps of her beach shoes echoed off the walls like a sandpaper as she headed to the studio-classroom on the third floor.
Trying the door and finding it locked. Sighing, Professor Billings was not in. She was going to lose the opportunity to take her final art test of the study of human form. She was about to turn away when the door rattled and opened.
Professor Billings stood in the doorway.
“Come in! You are on time, excellent.” He nodded and made a sweeping motion with his hand. “I’ve been setting up.”
“Setting up?” She asked. “This is a class?”
“Oh no. I am painting. You can do your final while I work.”
“I’m…” Kaylee put it together. “I’m posing for you alone?”
“Yes, that was what we agreed.” He nodded, leading her in. “I needed a subject, you need a grade.”
“This is not proper, Professor. You can’t do this.” She had that creepy feeling in the studio alone with the professor. Alarms were going off in her soul. The kind one gets when there is danger and no escape. But she needed that grade.
“I can and you will pose naked laying on that stage while doing… things.” He said as he closed the inner door of the studio.
“What things? I believed we were having a class.”
“Well, it is your final, you missed it last week and you agreed to do a little extra credit instead of taking the supervised exam and this is it.” He stood there with his arms crossed. “If you don’t care about failing the class, you are welcome to leave. But you can’t readmitted into this class for the upcoming semester, it is already full.”
Her heart fell. Kaylee looked around, she was alone, no one expected her for hours still. A quick prayer in her heart for anything, anyone to come and help.
She would take an earthquake, even.
“Go big, or go home. I understand you lost your job last Friday, too. It would make life difficult if you had to do night class to catch up and work for a living at the same time.” The Professor shrugged. “Your studies might suffer, this is only for an hour, it would save you a great deal agony in the coming year, perhaps keep you on track for graduating on time.”
“I need a room to change.” She said in a small, resigned voice. “Is there a robe?”
“You may use the changing room the other models have used.” The Professor pointed to a door. “I will set up the stage out here.”
He began to set up an easel and his brushes.
She closed the door behind her and began to weep. If she walked out, two semesters would be wasted. Pulling off her top, she proceeded to undress. Pausing for a moment and looked at her hands, she pondered and then left her wedding ring on.
*I wonder if he notices or if it will change anything.* The concept bounced around in her head and made her feel cold.
She got fully undressed and wrapped a towel tightly around her, really it was too small, barely larger than a hand-towel. It might be better for her to just walk around naked, that is what he seemed to want.
Timidly, she stepped out of the changing room and on to the stage that had set up a couch, chair and desk…
And a bed.
“You want me to use the couch or the desk?”
“Lay on the bed with your exam paper please. Like you would at home.” The professor said. His eyes twinkling with obscene pleasure.
“Professor, I’m not comfortable with this stage and furnishing.“ She was trembling as if it were cold.
In fact, he had the temperature cold. Her skin puckered and the hair on her arms stood out.
“It’s up to you. You need the final done, this is your last chance. I need a subject to pose.”
“Okay.” She let out a long breath and turned her back, there would be no rescue, she was alone. Pausing for a moment, she began to unwrap the glorified hand-towel when she heard him move behind her.
“Professor?” A baritone voice came from the far side of the room.
Kaylee turned around in surprise and saw the Professor was standing behind her, within arms reach.
And he was naked.
Across the room at the door stood Tom and another man. A man taller than Tom, and by the accent, he was British, but of African descent.
“What is going on, Professor? Why are you nude?” The voice was like a small earthquake, and it was full of shock and growing rage.
Gathering up his clothes quickly. The Professor paused for the briefest of moments.
“Thank you for your assistance Miss Grant. This will be a beautiful work of art.”
“You were working on an art project?” Tom said. “I thought you said it was a class. Kaylee? What is going on?”
“She is a student and we are working on a… on… Wait. You know each other?” The Professor asked.
“Yes, she’s my wife.” Tom slightly puffed his chest up while looked the Professor in the eye.
“What? You’re married? When? She started this! She enticed… It was her idea!” The Professor’s voice was high and tight.
“Professor, dress yourself and please come to my office in ten minutes. I would suggest you also use that time to contact legal counsel.” The President of the University said without humor.
“You son-of-a-b…” Kaylee felt a rage creep up her spine. She was going to break something, preferably the art professor’s testicles.
“Kaylee, shh…” It was Tom, guiding her to the open dressing room so she could put on her clothes. “You should not say anything just now.”
“Tom! You don’t think?” Kaylee had a panic on how this might affect her scholastic career or her future relationship with this man who had treated her with such kindness. “I mean I did not do what it looks like. I did nothing, you don’t think I did anything?”
“No. I think that twit that put you in this position and has a lot of issues to work out.” He kissed her and whispered. “I know you are telling the truth, no one doubts you. Get dressed.”
For the first time, she did not believe him. This man, funny, smart. He who was her accidental husband, told her that he believed her.
She could see it in his eyes, something she did not want to see again.
*I hurt him.* And she was hurt that he denied it.
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Chapter 5. The Morning After
The first sensation she was aware of, was the smell of food, then the texture of the bunched up blankets and she heard water and a slow rocking of the room.
Stretching, she was face down in bed, naked. That itself was not strange, but the Egyptian cotton sheets were not hers. The pillow she had her arms wrapped around was nearly the full length of her body, it was firm and very nice to curl up with, she pulled herself as close in to the pillow as she could and enjoyed the slight odor of cedar. Whoever it was
She yawned and stretched again, snuggling close to the body-pillow it was a comfortable bed and… Something else, it rocked slowly.
But, not like a waterbed. Her brain buzzed with thoughts.
She was on a boat!
And the smell of bacon was pervasive. Normally not a breakfast eater, usually coffee and toast. But that smelled heavenly.
Between the slight smell of cedar on the pillow and the bacon in the air, her tummy rumbled in hunger.
She stretched, then slid her leg over the giant pillow, holding it in a big hug and close her eyes again, enjoying the smells and sounds. She could hear someone clanking around in the kitchen, with banging pans. They were cooking.
A wonderful way to wake up, she softly thought. Her hands rested on each other as she was reluctant to wake up.
Another deep breath through her nose, rosemary? Someone was going all out for breakfast.
Her hands felt odd, opening her left eye, something was on her hand. It sparkled in the soft morning light like it was lit by fire from within, a pretty little thing, like someone gets from those machines that promised swag with just a few coins. She might keep it for a while, it was cute.
She sat up and looked around, she could not find her clothes anywhere in the smallish bedroom. Opening the dresser against the wall, she pulled out a t-shirt that made her laugh!
“The box read: Requires Windows XP or better. So I installed Linux.” Printed on the front of the soft cotton pullover.
*Oh, great! A nerd.*
Reading it with a wonder of what kind of person she might have slept with the previous night, male or female, she was never very picky when she was high. From the smell coming from the kitchen, she was betting it was the pretty Asian who she saw when she was having dinner with…
What was his name? Chart… No. Harte.
She met him in the Chart House.
She pulled the t-shirt over her head. It fit a broad-shouldered person and it hung loose, down to mid-thigh.
*Not the Asian girl I saw last night.*
She flinched when she scratched herself with the ring when she pulled the shirt on.
Then she closely at the ring on her finger. It was a faceted-cut gold ring with white gold inlay, this was no cheap swag from a vending machine.
*A wedding ring?* She was looking at the jewels as she walked out into the main room of the boat.
He moved with his back turned as the cook knocked about the kitchen. Broad shoulders that went down to a slight V to his waist fit the t-shirt better than it fit her. On her, it was a night-shirt.
She gave a polite cough that startled him making him laugh.
“Care for some coffee? O-j? Tea or champagne?”
She sat gently at the table, her legs ached and the vinyl surface of the seat was cold to her skin.
“Ugh.” Kaylee’s lips were dry as she gave a crooked smile, she had a slight hangover. “You did not just take me raving. You took advantage.”
He put some rosemary potatoes on a plate, eggs Benedict and a glass of champagne and orange juice and put it in front of her. “And I said ‘Okay’ and you laughed at me. I don’t think you believed it.”
“I can’t be married. I’m going to college here and I’m not going to graduate for at least two more years.” Kaylee gasped. “Mom and dad will flip out! Oh my…”
She paused, a momentary loss for words.
“God. You have said that a few times now. You are in panic mode. Slow down a little, take a breath. Now, breakfast or it’ll get cold. ” He put his plate on the table and pour himself a glass of mimosa. But the drink was of a different shade and slightly different flavor.
“A beautiful breakfast and a blushing mimosa for a beautiful blushing bride after one heck of a night. You about wore me out. You went to sleep finally about an hour before sunrise.” Note-Pad smiled. She finally remembered the nickname she gave to him on the beach.
“Last night is a blank and my thighs are tired. They are trembling like I ran a marathon and my shoulders are sore like we did a bike-hike along the trails in the back country.” Kaylee laughed nervously. “I…You…er…”
“Who are you?”
“My name is Thomas. Thomas Harte. You don’t remember at all last night?” He looked at her with a twinkle in his eye. “You and I were sharing some drinks when you took a few pills then smoked some pot.”
“No, not at all, I may have taken too much Z. Usually I get extremely touchy and enjoy a body.” She took a bite of the hollandaise covered poached egg and what looked like ham.
“Omygod,” She said it as one word. “This is wonderful!”
“Sorry for the ham, I didn’t have Canadian bacon.” Thomas smiled. “Well, you did that for sure. Especially after smoking a bowl full of weed.” He laughed. “And you liked looking at that ring.”
“Where did I get this ring?” She looked it over. “It looks real.”
“The one on your finger?” He asked as he took a drink from the glass with the red-orange cocktail, washing down his bite of food. “I bought it for you, just before we got married.”
“Married?” Kaylee ’s fork stopped in mid-air. Her eyes got large as the plate that held her breakfast. “What do you mean, married?”
The meaning of it all sank in as she wrapped her mind around what this man and cook was saying.
“We are married.” He said in a tone of describing last nights news.
“WHAT!?” Kaylee exclaimed. “Yeah, right. Not possible.”
“We were dancing and got to joking,” he explained. “And I said we should get married.”
“Then you dared me, because you didn’t think I could make it happen.”
She still rejected the growing realization that he was serious and all he said was a fact.
“Oh no, no no no.” She gasped. “This is not real.”
“Read the license.” Thomas slid an embossed paper over to her with a smile.
“We are married?” Kaylee . “Oh no! No way! This is not real?”
Thomas smiled as he sipped some coffee.
“It’s real. We got married last night in Las Vegas.” His voice was calm to her tight voice. “Care for a refill on mimosa, Missus Harte?”
“VEGAS?” She shouted at the paper. “MARRIED? Oh my god, this isn’t happening. How did we get there? Where are we?”
“We are back in Ocean Bay, safe and sound. It took only an hour to get to here from there. A little longer to come back.” He said calmly. “You wouldn’t let me file a flight plan, we were… uh… occupied. Then when we did get wheels up, we overshot the coast by more than an hour’s flight. Set off a few alarms I had to deal with.”
“Oh my god.” she said again. Kaylee jumped up. “How? I would have remembered going through security.”
“Well, no. You flew naked in that chair over there after smoking a bowl. Then we made love on top of the plane so you could look at the stars while we did it.” He smiled and continued to chew. “Right at this moment, you are more dressed than you have been all night. Not counting you wearing your little black dress to get married at some place near the Vegas airport.”
“An Elvis impersonator performed the ceremony.” He laughed softly, it was clear he enjoyed the surprise. “And you picked out the most expensive ring you found while we walked through the city, looking for a chapel that was open. We came back here and you made love to me the rest of the night, until we nearly fell off and then moved to the middle of the fuselage.”
“I’m not following, how did we get to there from this boat during the night?”
Thomas laughed softly and poured the both of them some fresh coffee.
“We are on a Russian built flying yacht. A customized Beriev Be-240ER.”
“A what? Are you are serious?” She stood up and paced. “We’re in Russia?”
“Yes, serious as a heart attack and no, we are not. We are not in Russia,” He smiled and shook his head. “You are on the “Pacific Wizard” in Ocean Bay. It’s a medium-sized jet with a boat hull. It’s quicker than commercial flights, too. We only need about an hour to get to Vegas.” Thomas smiled. “You flew naked during the trip there. For someone who was careful at the bar, you like to run around without clothes.”
“Well, yeah. I do.” Kaylee nodded. “But, how did we get married? How did we do this? This is wrong on so many levels.”
“Um, sorry?” Thomas froze in the middle of a bite. “Care to elaborate on that?”
“How did you and I get married? How how did I agree to that?” Kaylee rubbed her forehead, leaning over. “This is so wrong.”
He put down his bite and sipped his coffee slowly. Thomas looked at Kaylee with a quizzical look.
“Well, you made a few comments as we talked. I said we should get married and you are one heart I could fall in love with.” Thomas said as Kaylee ‘s eyes followed his gestures. “You said I better not say that without meaning it. Then we came here drank some more wine, you smoked a bowl. Then we went to the top of the plane and you kept me to my word. We left from here on the Wizard. Landed in Vegas, did the deed and flew back. We were back well before sunrise, you opened the door and dropped your dress into the ocean, then dragged me to bed.”
“Oh.. this is so much worse.” Kaylee paced, pulling at the shirt she wore. “I… I don’t know, I need to tell my parents. Oh my god… how they will react to me being married? And I only met you yesterday – Naked on a beach and in a fight! That won’t go over well.”
“Well, we can avoid that part of the discussion.” Thomas winked.
“No, not what I meant. I have a sort of boyfriend at home.” Kaylee gasped. “He won’t understand this at all!”
“A “Sort-of” boyfriend?”
“Well, we attend different schools now, he is going to Mazama University up north, but when we were in high school we were exclusive. Every time now when I’m home and he is there, we are together all day, every day. With anyone else, I am careful, but never with him. We have an open, but solid relationship, our plans are to get married after we graduate.”
“That’s complicated.” Thomas said helpfully.
“Oh… yes. And you are not making it any easier with you sitting there, understanding and listening.” She gave a deep sigh. “How did you get this, this… what did you call it? Flying boat?”
“Well, I’m comfortable.”
“Who are you?”
“An author. Perhaps you remember? I’m Thomas Harte, your husband.”
“What can we do? How could it be legal that we’re married?” She asked. “I don’t know how I could do that. Harte? Not sure if I have ever read your stuff.”
“You were walking straight, smiling, talkative. Never slurred your words.” Thomas said.
“So I was… sober?”
“You were as baked as you could be and showed no signs of slowing down.” Thomas nodded. “And the sex was amazing, we even joined the mile-high club.”
Kaylee laughed and hid her face in her hands
“Oh god! Sex on the plane? Who was driving?”
“Autopilot. Not one-hundred percent according to rules, but this bird is quite advanced.”
Kaylee took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to get a grip on what happened the night before.
“That would have been memory to enjoy for years,” She toyed with the ring on her finger, but did not remove it. “Well, until I can figure out what to do. I need to find out what happened and who to tell.”
“You need to slow down a little. You are in full panic mode when there’s no need. I would wager you are nearly hysterical by the way you’re talking.” Thomas chuckled. “We can annul it. I can look it up on the net and find out what it takes. It may already be too late.”
“Too late?” Kaylee blinked. “How so?”
“We have consummated all the things we could and did all the things that married folks do.” Thomas winked.
“What do you mean?” Then her eyes got big.
OH!” Kaylee laughed and blushed. “Oh my god! So that is why I’m chaffed. I have never done that! “
“You can’t say that anymore. Last night you insisted.” Thomas said as he typed on the laptop computer. “You are sure you’d like to annul this?”
“Well.” She said. “Can we? I have never been married before. And we have done a lot already.”
Thomas looked at her sharply.
“Do not play with me. You teased and impressed me last night. I will only do this one time, I’m too busy to be doing the weekly wedding and divorce like some people in my circles do.”
Kaylee laughed softly, he was right, she was in panic mode and could not decide what to do. She picked up the paper with the seal embossed on it.
“I won’t force you to do that. You say we got married and this looks legit.” She looked the paper over. “We have a month to figure it out. I will be leaving for home after summer session for the break. If we work out well? I’ll take you with me and we can figure out what to do with the Glenn then.”
“Who is Glenn?”
“That is my boyfriend back home. He won’t be around, either. He sent me an email a few weeks ago that he had to stay through July to take care of business there.” She nodded. “I think he failed a class and has to take summer session to make up for it. I don’t have to go home, and I can make extra credit by independent art studies during the summer.”
“So you can stay here?” He smiled. “I can say I like that idea.”
“Well, Mister Harte, being as you are my husband.” She winked. “And as long as you promise to help me fix this issue in a month, I want to have a memory of doing this as a wife.”
He stopped laughing as she stood up slipped his shirt off and dropped it to the floor. The new wife took him by the hand into the bedroom shaking her bare bottom at her new husband.
The waves on the ocean were not all by wind for the next few hours.
Chapter 4. After the Report, The Charthouse
The uniformed police officers looked uncomfortable standing on the beach, surrounded by nude sunbathers that stood to watch at what the activity.
Professionalism had been given a major test as the officers called for an ambulance to transport the abused and arrested would-be rapist to the hospital. Pictures taken of Kaylee ‘s hands and her shin, where a bruise showed where she had smashed the culprit’s nose and cheekbone.
Wearing just her pants and shirt, no other injuries that she had claimed from the fight that she had taken to the assailant. She had almost killed him and her mood was nearly enough to carry it through. She would have beat on him more if he had arrived just a half-hour before he did, she would have given the detectives much more evidence to discover.
Evidence technicians took photographs of her and the sand, then left while the police interviewed her and her wingman, the man she had mentally named Note-Pad, who had come to her aid.
Detective Lynda Nesbitt, a twenty-year veteran of the force handed a business card to the victim-cum-victor in the crime while her male counterpart discovered a knife. The detective motioned to an Evidence Technician who photographed the discovered weapon, then picked up the knife in his gloved hands.
Detective Charley Galt placed the butcher knife in a manilla bag and tagged it with a sticker. To this, he wrote his name across the seal, then handed it to the evidence technician he called over.
“You may have stopped him from escalating to worse things. I suspect he’s involved with many of the attacks,” She said softly to Kaylee. “But we will let the evidence speak for itself.”
Detective Nesbitt, while she interviewed Kaylee, mentioned that there had been a rash of sexual assaults and the male being transported to the hospital had matched the description, down to the butcher knife used and that DNA would be collected and tested against the previous crimes.
Nearby, having pulled on swim trunks of his own, his interviews over and the sun red and low in the sky. The writer walked up to her, nodded and asked how she felt.
“This was an unusual day. I’m pleased you are unhurt.” He said with a chuckle. “That was a hell of a beating you gave him. Sitting naked on his chest and thumping on his melon is an image I won’t soon forget. There is a real story in that somewhere.”
He laughed softly.
“You are impressive.”
Note-Pad man chuckled, again.
“Would you let me buy you a drink?”
“No.” Kaylee laughed softly. “I don’t even know your name, you have seen me naked and now you ask me out for drinks? This is a bit awkward, don’t you think?”
“Uh, yeah. I suppose it is. Well. My name is Tom Harte.” His smiling green eyes sparkled like emeralds in the fading light of the day. “Well, anyway, I will head into town and I’ll have a few drinks the Chart House restaurant and bar for a while. When you’re finished here, I’ll buy you dinner if you like and you don’t need to sit with me.”
She laughed at this.
“I’m Kaylee Grant, nice recovery.” She nodded. “Still don’t hold your breath. But thank you.”
Watching him talk to the police detective briefly while she gathered up her possessions, putting them into the bag she had brought with her. His broad shoulders were more obvious from behind, his mild middle age spread had masked his nice build.
“Miss, may I take you anywhere?” The female detective was less influenced by standing around naked frisbee players on the beach than some of her male counterparts. “Do you have someone you can call?”
“No, I don’t need a ride. And I can call my sister, but I have no service here, I’ll need to walk to the showers.” Kaylee glanced at the phone display.
“You can borrow my phone, I have service here.” Detective Nesbitt said. She pulled an armored Android phone out of her pocket and handed it to the younger woman who impressed her with her focus and poise.
Kaylee thanked Detective Nesbitt then dialed her sister’s phone.
“Hi Melanie ?” At the sound of her sister’s voice Kaylee broke down in tears while she tried to explain what happened.
The Chart House, a four-star restaurant two-hundred paces from the high water mark from the beach. The bar was known for celebrity stop-ins and excellent food and drinks, both strong and virgin.
At the corner of the bar, where he took up more than his fair-share of room. He sat scribbling on an electronic notepad with a stylus.
Tom Harte, they called him Thunder Harte and the job he did often was writing. Fiction, a lot of fiction. Under the pen name of Sanne Footman, his stories were those of heart and love. He had gotten his start in romance novels with a touch of bodice-ripper styles and enjoyed that his stories were in demand.
The demographics taught that women were the largest group of readers and he flew in the face of tradition that men could not write romance novels.
But Tom was not one to follow convention, he never believed in the word, “Can’t”.
His passion now, was to manage to write stories for children and young adults. Often he also wrote about Steampunk stories under the name of Keegan O’Danu.
Now, there he had sat with his notepad out, writing down ideas that would be the next book.
His muse had gone silent for a few hours. Writing about sea shells, birds, on the beach earlier in the day. But none came to him in a coherent thoughts.
But this afternoon’s excitement where some beach patron, it had turned out, was a rapist. The attacker had picked on the single worst person, in the extreme, that he could have ever have chosen on the beach.
Unclothed, unarmed and cornered, she had pounded the knife wielding man into bloody submission. It was an impressive sight as he ran towards the sounds of the screaming of a girl to come to the woman’s aid.
Not that she needed it as it turned out. The screams he had heard were coming from the young man. The attacker was double her size, she was a petite woman, only a few inches over five-feet in height.
And still the assailant earned the pain of having his face broken along with his arm, breastbone and testicles.
And it was inspiring!
Tom Harte wrote, and wrote, and wrote. The woman had shocked him into writing swiftly. Between his satellite phone and the electronic notepad that he tapped on, he had filled in pages of notes from the words in his head.
Then a familiar voice sounded next to him.
“Is that drink still available?” Kaylee asked.
Startled, Harte turned around in his seat and there she was. Wearing a black dress and she had brushed her dark hair until it glistened in the light of the bar.
“Why, yes. What is your poison? “ He motioned to the bartender. “I believe you had said this was awkward? After the beach and all.”
“It is, but it has been that kind of day. I beat a bad guy into the sand, I vented out some frustrations.”
“You did that for sure!” he laughed.
“Now, I have you here. You know what I can do to you if I become angry. You haven’t seen angry until I’m angry.”
“What would you like to drink, hun?” The bartender, a thirtysomething woman who had a bright smile.
“Death in the Afternoon.” Kaylee answered. “Champagne and Absinthe, very cold.”
“Hemmingway’s drink.” Thomas laughed. “You are impressive.”
“Well, anyone who can tickle my soul after what I had just gone through, I figure I can impress even more and find a little about him.” She nodded. “Besides, after a day like this, I need to get a little high too.”
“Put your right thumb over the camera so I can image it and let me take your picture.” She said. “Not that there is no faith in your intentions, but you will be number one on the most wanted list if something happens.”
Thomas nodded and scanned his right thumb and sat still while Kaylee took his picture.
“You do look nice. You went home to change?” Thomas asked.
“Sort of. This was in my car. It’s all I have on, my underwear didn’t match, so when I changed in the women’s room, I just stuffed them in my purse.” Kaylee pointed to the other side of the bar.
Thomas nearly shot his drink out his nose at this.
“Speaking of awkward! You have a… Um… Thanks for being blunt.” He chuckled.
“It’s just this day. It has been rough day and I am in need of getting very drunk or stoned – or both.”
Kaylee opened her purse and pulled out a pill bottle and dropped two pills in her drink.
“Cheers. You are in charge now, when tomorrow comes and I wake up not liking what has happened, you will join the guy from the beach in the ER.” She swallowed down the intoxicating drink.
“What was that?” Thomas lifted an eyebrow in curiousity.
“Hypnotic, muscle relaxant. If you want to do something tonight, I won’t object too much. But let’s make it fun.”
That would not be the word Kaylee would use in the morning.
Woot woot! I get my fix again!
A fun recovery.