Date: Sat, 7 Mar 2009 07:51:09 -0800 (PST) From: Joe Parker Subject: ITIIT 17 - Part II I THINK I'M IN TROUBLE Part I Chapter 17 (Part Two of Chapter 17) (Jake) WEDNESDAY "Don't be a 'pussy' baby, eat it you'll like it" I smile at Felix and deliberately eat with my mouth open crunching and squishing the slightly rubbery baby octopi. "I'm not a pussy!" he whines, "And besides I can't eat the babies of an octopus that's just insane!" he looks at me and shakes his head.., "And your 'pussy' joke is bout as puerile as it gets - like GROW UP octopus baby killer boy!" "Oh well" I laugh.., "All the more for me, that was my intention anyway..." I may not be the best cook, okay I suck at cooking but I always make sure to know what it is I'm eating. We or should I say 'I' have been eating this awesome creole creation of calamari, mussels, fish, lemon oysters, clams and of course octopus for lunch. This dish has sea shell pasta, this simply amazing blue cheese stuff, cream, a little sweet soy sauce and a lot of lobster sauce - all made according to Miss Carol's specifications. I quickly wolf mine and Felix untouched serving down. "Come on baby, let's brush our teeth and then go up to Miss Carol's quarters..." Felix rolls his eyes and follows me to the bathroom. "Okay baby octopus killer breath!" "Oh shush they were already dead!" "I can hear their baby souls cryin out!" "Hmmm maybe I didn't eat them properly..." "Really Jake you are making me wanna hurl!" "Wait till we get to the bathroom, Miss Carol would kill you if you spew all over her freshly waxed floors" (All the floors get waxed and polished in the early hours of every morning at 4 AM.) We both fall silent at the mention of her name and carry on to the bathroom to brush our teeth. We hold hands. I can't stop thinking about her of course, she's been on all of our minds so much throughout the past few days. It's not so much that I wonder what has happened to her. It's more that I wonder where has she gone? There is an emptiness around the estate and everybody can feel it. Miss Carol's body is lying upstairs still breathing, still living but her spirit is not with us. We don't know where it is for sure, but as Miss Carol would say.., 'We all sure do suspect!' I smile to myself again, thinking back to the lunch I just enjoyed... (Felix had grilled cheese samiches). I thank the old lady for that great seafood recipe she has passed on to us. It's just one of a whole catalog of awesome gifts she has bestowed down through the ten decades of service she has provided the Maxson's. Daddy has warned me to prepare for the worst but I still don't want to think about it. Life without Miss Carol is almost impossible to believe or understand. Miss Carol's aged daughter in law (85) and 4 of her grandchildren (all grown up) are here keeping vigil over their beloved mother in law and grandmother. Uncle Bryce and Uncle Michael are here as well because they don't want to not be here if anything happens. Most of all Grandpa has decided not to head back to Pittsburgh and will remain here until she either recovers or... something else happens. Mr Taylor the preacher comes up every night and there is a short prayer service in her room. Grandpa and Grandma Jarrow have been coming up every day to sing to her and pray for her and they often bring the two kids. Grandmother Maxson spends more time in there than anyone, just sitting there talking to Miss Carol, reminiscing.., sometimes I've seen her crying which is something I have never seen her do. Dad appears to be avoiding visiting Miss Carol, he only goes in there for prayer time every evening and stands at the back. I'm not surprised really, when Dad is afraid or whatever, he tends to isolate himself. And as for me? - I hate it because everything in my life feels so unstable right now. All the strong people seem to be struggling and I feel adrift because of it. I go to see Miss Carol all the time. I miss seeing her at breakfast, all my life she has been at breakfast... I miss having dinner with her, being told off by her, being instructed and advised by her, loved by her. I miss her. Elroy thinks that she has been helping Clarke somehow, this is what a lot of people think and I tend to agree. I don't know what she's been doing but I think that's where she's gone, she's with Clarke. I just hope it doesn't end badly either way, for either of them. There is a deep seated anger burning inside of me for my buddy. I am so frustrated and have caught myself grinding my teeth and death-staring several times today at school. I even death-stared my Felix and gave him a fright. I keep imagining, fantasizing about somehow being the first to discover and find the one who hurt Clarke. It gives me a sinister, happy feeling. I saw it in the mirror when I was having one of these episodes.., a smile I have never before seen on my own face. A genuine killer smile... I guess I have to wait for the moment. I have to bide my time and try to listen out for or be involved in the investigation in any way I can. Because I really wanna mess up the f---ing son of a bitch who did this to Clarke. I want to do to him what he did to my buddy and then some. Miss Carol has always said that learning how to wait is the hardest lesson that youth have to learn. I have always disagreed thinking it was more likely to be something to do with sex, or drugs or alcohol or something. But Miss Carol.., I am sorry because you are right. All those things I just mentioned would not be a problem if we learned how to wait, think and then respond accordingly. My face reddens at my own impudence... the mere thought of me telling a wise woman who has lived for over a century how things are going to be is now galling. We reach her rooms 10 minutes after we finished lunch, Felix has brought his guitar. It's the classic convalescent set up. There are a few machines in here but she's not hooked up to any of them thank God. I think it's a sign that she is on the road to recovery. This is not her bedroom, it's actually her private solarium and it is spacious. Grandmother set her up in here because she couldn't stand the thought of everyone traipsing through Miss Carol's actual boudoir. I have been in her real bedroom many times especially as a child and it is like an emporium, a cornucopia of memories, simple artifacts of great sentimental and personal value and it has remained unchanged for the 70 odd years she has resided there. Even Grandpa says nothing's changed in there and I am glad for Grandmother's forethought. It's almost a hallowed place to us and we should not go in there unless Miss Carol invites us. The solarium favors us with a clear view of the front lawns, entrances and gardens. Many a time over the years young Maxson males have come roaring up the drive way, skidding to a halt only to glance up and see the displeased figure of Miss Carol looming above. One hand on her hip, the other holding an antique pair of brass binoculars lace curtains billowing angrily behind her in the breeze. I chuckle to myself, it wasn't until after the 6th time of losing my truck that I learned not to do this. Just like my Daddy, his brothers and even Grandaddy. Felix looks at me and smiles, the weak afternoon sun still catches his corn silk hair alight. Lord he's beautiful. My nose burns and tears spring to my eyes. Through all this tragedy and stress I have my calm sanctuary, my oasis in the desert. We greet Miss Carol with a kiss and then kiss each other, touching base, feeding our youthful need for contact. I stroke my hand along the edge of the pristine white lace curtains and glance at Felix. "What are you gonna sing for her baby?" I ask. He replies "I'mma sing bout lace curtains hehe" We sit down among the dozens of cards, potted plants and flowers and accompanied by his 12 string guitar, by way of my long dead mother Felix begins to sing. It's some real old song about a lace covered window. I've never heard it before but my God it's poignant and he sings it beautifully. 'When you walk through the world all alone, And your dreams burn to ashes behind you.' 'Then the tears in your eyes will remind you, Of a view through a lace covered window' I hold the old lady's tired looking hand to my lips as Felix sings his spellbinding song weaving and soothing. His golden voice gliding gently and evocatively out through the lace covered windows, beyond the glass and out across the cold, uncertain expanse of the ancestral Eyrie. *** (Ryan) I stand concealed from their view in the doorway. I've been trying to come up here more often but I just can't seem to complete the journey. This is as far as I get, the outer parlor. I can't seem to take those final few steps into the solarium. I just barely manage to make it to the doorway each night for prayers. The boys cannot see me, Felix is singing some old crooning song that I vaguely remember from old time radio. The similarities between his voice and Shonta's voice are quite eerie, he has a stunning voice that drifts about you like smoke.., surrounding you embracing you. It chases all my fears away. I feel like I could enter now but I decide to leave them be and remain where I am for the moment. They are sharing a magical moment. His fingers fly lightly and tenderly over the strings barely touching them just enough to illicit a quiet light as air thrum just like his aunt, my beautiful Shonta did. My darling son stares into his eyes spellbound, his own violet orbs shining with love and wonder, just like mine used to do. Miss Carol's hand clasped lightly to his lips. I turn away and quietly leave before I become overwhelmed by the situation and give myself away. It's been a harrowing past few days. I know Miss Carol would not want anyone fussing over her. To her it's all about the boy.., Clarke. I'm sure you can hear her voice now, instructing us to look after him and making no bones about the fact that we better take care of his family and all their affairs. I smile sadly to myself, I can't believe it's happening. Could we finally be witnessing the last moments of our beloved Miss Carol? I wipe the tears from my eyes and stumble on hurriedly to my rooms. I had breakfast at young master Jarrows' this morning. It was good to be away from the Eyrie for a while and the food was great!. Kathleen is going to have me as fat as a debauched frog prince the way she makes these pancakes. Even Miss Carol would approve. I ate nine. John-James and Clara-Bell expressed their concern for Clarke and Miss Carol and asked if there's anything more they can do? I thanked them and told them to keep praying for Clarke and keep bringing the grand kids up to see Miss Carol. I know that Miss Carol will sense the children's presence, and something tells me it's important for them to be up there with her. The Jarrow home place is almost ready for occupation and the old couple are very excited to be going home in a few days time. Gary, Kathleen and Felix are very excited too I reckon. Not just to be going back to their home place but it's been quite demanding for them trying to accommodate the senior Jarrows. I shouldn't laugh because Kathleen is at her wits end. Clara-Belle is suspicious of modern washing machines and wants to go get her old copper tub from Louisville. John-James chews tobacco and has a habit of spitting the dregs into whatever soda can he's just finished drinking. You can imagine the uproar when young Shaun nearly drank it... He eventually upended it on Felix's bed causing absolute mayhem. It's a real circus down here and I love it. I also love being able to go home to the calm order of the Eyrie. The renovators have restyled the Jarrow home place to the sensibilities of both John and Clara. Simple, traditional and familiar. I saw a quick home video of the renovators work and I think the Jarrow's will love it when they see it. I have been invited to go to the grand re-opening of the homestead whenever the Jarrow's decide to hold it. They aren't like us Maxson's with our precise planning and calendar schedules. They do things when they FEEL like it and I kind of like that philosophy. I am however a little reticent. I know that I am accepted and forgiven by these Jarrow's here, but all the rest will be at the housewarming too. I still feel the guilt of my shameful actions all those years ago. I always will... I am so pleased at how well Felix has responded to me. I think he actually likes me! Let me tell you he is a sweet, sweet boy. Just the loveliest, kindest boy you could ever know. I've been at his house a few times when he's come home from school and the first thing he does is kiss his mother, holding her for a few long moments soaking her in, and telling her he loves her. Then he finally gives his attention to the two little munchkins who have been jumping up and down at his feet, begging for his attention. He loves those kids dearly and I think when he and Jake are over their whatever it is they have together.., Felix will become a great dad. He's rather shy around me, I think he still sees me as the actor whose dvd's he apparently owns. I've also noticed just how smart this kid is. If you weren't careful you could easily dismiss him as an airhead. A ditzy, cute little blonde country bumpkin with no thoughts or will of his own. That would be a fatal error to make because this boy is as sharp as a tack. I notice that he always remembers what I tell him and with a son like mine that's a miracle! He is very strong in his numbers and letters and his artistic side is outstanding. His musicality is so close to Shonta's that I almost don't want anyone to hear him lest he get stolen away to the dark world of stardom and fame. I can also tell that he prefers to sit back and let others do all the talking often keeping his thoughts to himself. He's going to go a very long way indeed this lad. Most of all - and I have to say I am grudging in saying this but.., most of all he makes my son incredibly happy. Jake is also no dummy and like Felix he is often underestimated. Georgia Lewis was incredulous at first when she discovered he was the schools and one of the states highest achievers. She stopped just short of outright accusing him of cheating. She implied that several staff members were giving him a free ride. I was so angry at her reasoning that, "Jocks don't have any business pursuing intellectual paradigms"... She has a short memory considering I was one such jock myself. I guess she thought I was cheating too... hmmm she probably did. Felix has asked me many questions about Clarke and the investigation. He might seem like a soft touch but there is a definite edge of steel to him. He did not flinch once when I described Clarke's injuries and his intelligent questioning actually helped me to Gage a few things myself. Have I told you how much I like this kid? He's a beautiful looking kid with an even more beautiful, gentle soul. I can see why my son finished it with Jessica Thomas. The gorgeous, perfectly mannered and smart daughter of my good buddy C.C. Thomas. I could not believe it when I heard Jake had broken up with her but the more I get to know Felix, the more I begin to believe it. Another interesting youngster is Lenore Rivera. She's definitely a hellcat and more than a handful. I worry about her, with all the dodgy things she gets up to. She appears to trade upon the position and protection of her father Junior (the Sheriff) and I just hope her luck holds out. I see her most every day since she minds the children who absolutely adore her. And I have to say, she's certainly no slouch in the brains department either. She has asked me a few searching questions about Georgia who although she's not on my Christmas card list, I certainly could not comment on what I really think about Georgia but it intrigues me that Lenore who is no longer at school is so interested in her. While it's clear Lenore isn't exactly inured to Georgia (thankfully), her actual motives for wanting to pick my brain about the unpopular principal remain unclear. There are some interesting kids running around the neighborhood lately. I just hope they can all stay safe. *** Kathleen and I visited Clarke Jeb and Dina earlier today at the hospital. I didn't even care who saw me and a big part of that was due to the comfort and reassurance I get from Kathleen. I was about to put on my hat and dark glasses... She made me laugh and warmed my heart when she scoffed and said that I need to get over myself. "Y'alls all aged and crotchety now and nobody's gonna recognize you! She leans over and kisses me.., "You are soooo like yesterdays news honey" I chuckled and felt my blood pressure returning to normal. She was wrong of course, people did recognize me almost immediately but with Kathleen by my side it didn't matter. There was no panic attack, no hyperventilating and no seeking the nearest exit. I greeted the people who shyly came up to me and I even signed a few autographs. Patients, doctors, nurses, admin people and other hospital visitors. It was actually quite nice in the end, I actually enjoyed it! I did not flinch when someone mentioned Shonta, I did not freeze up when they told me how much they admire me or how hot I still am (shakes head ruefully). On the other hand the only times I got a bit defensive was when people asked who the pretty lady standing and hiding behind me was. Yes I have indeed crossed back over into the world of the living, the world of light. Jeb and Dina are one hell of a mess, and why wouldn't they be? If it wasn't for their dead, exhausted angry eyes you wouldn't know that anythings wrong. But the eyes are indeed the mirrors of the soul. We are looking for some kind of sexual predator. The authorities have taken DNA samples, there are several investigations going on across Maxson County but as yet no leads. Clarke will live but his injuries have been extensive and as to what state he will be in when he is finally brought out of his induced coma.., who can say? They had to do all sorts of surgery on him. His head had been bashed in with something very heavy maybe a baseball bat or a length of pipe. They had to alleviate extreme swelling to his brain and there is apparent neurological damage due to the impact of the blunt forced trauma. He suffered a heart attack when they tried to remove him from the scene and there are all sorts of complications pertaining to that. Hypothermia has caused him to lose the tips of two fingers and three toes. Only God knows how he never suffered the same fate to any other part of his body. He was naked from the waist down and he should have been much more severely affected by the cold than that. Of course it goes without saying that he should have been dead. They just can't explain how it is that he survived. He received more than a dozen blows to his body from that same blunt instrument. They were strategically placed to his kidneys, liver, face, neck, knee caps elbow joints and testicles. And on top of all this, Clarke has been brutally sodomized and the foreskin of his penis has been covered in wax and then set alight. It's a miracle his penis was relatively unscathed but that's beyond the point isn't it? When the time is right we will have a team of specialist cosmetic surgeons brought in to bring him back to how he used to be.., or as close as we can possibly get. I had a consultant cosmetic specialist come out from Beverly Hills yesterday and he said that apart from his foreskin, we can all expect very desirable results. I am glad. As for Clarke's mental and emotional state things are not so bright. The state police (It's now gone far beyond Junior Rivera's jurisprudence) - the state police are itching to interview Clarke but that is still maybe many weeks away. We understand that the longer it takes, the colder the trail gets but what can be done? During our visit Dina told us that at times Clarke appeared to be talking to someone even though he was heavily sedated (induced coma). She could not quite cypher what he was saying though. It's yet another mystery. Kathleen and Dina remained in the room, holding hands whilst Jeb and I went downstairs to get coffee for us. We sat down to wait for our order. I had to sign a few more autographs and do a little bit of chit chat for a few minutes but we got through it quickly enough. One lady came up to me and said that even though she knows who I am that was not the reason she wanted to greet me. She said that people had possibly forgotten themselves by hounding me whilst I was visiting a hospital, and how she admired how gracious I remained even so. I was quite touched. She also noticed Jeb and said she would pray for him since it was obvious that he was in great distress. You know.., the common courtesy, respect and concern that can be shown by one stranger to another is a wonderful thing. It's such an amazing, wonderful gift of the human spirit. It keeps me believing in people and there are many such people in this state. I hope your state is the same. Jeb is a broken man. My lifelong buddy and co-conspirator in so many misdeeds over the years is but a pale imitation of himself. "Ryan, I really f-cked up man" he says quietly, his eyes defeated. "I'm the one who caused this, I abandoned my baby and look what that caused!" The anguish in his eyes force me to look away and down. "Jeb, we are gonna get through this thing and you gotta remember.., we've found Clarke, he is still alive and we are gonna stick together and make sure he recovers fully" He nods his head miserably. Beneath the haggard, weary features I can still see the dark haired, blue eyed handsome youth of our childhood. Mischievous, playful and so in love with his pretty little Dina. "How can I look them in the eye Ryan? How can I do it?".... I know he's referring to his wife and son. "She blames me, I blame me if I could swap positions with my boy I would do it in a heartbeat!" I take his hand and squeeze it. "What they both need most of all right now Jeb, is for you to exhibit calm and determined leadership and love." He sips his surprisingly good coffee and looks at me thoughtfully. "Go on..." "Now isn't the time for feeling sorry for yourselves or fighting buddy. You got to work together and be strong for the sake of your son. You got to quit being selfish and think only of what is best for Clarke" He's nodding now, his intelligent eyes slowly beginning to reignite with the fiery spark they are famous for. "Don't let this sick bastard take anything more from your family" Our ladies orders are ready and we rise to collect them. Jeb gives me a hug before we do. "Thanks Ryan, you've pushed my butt in the right direction.., I've got some ideas and I think I can get this show back on the road now" When Jebidiah Griersen gets moving..., everybody better get the hell out of the way. (Felix) I love Jake. He's my Jakey Jake and I love him. You would think with all of his antics it would give me more pause to think but it doesn't. I'm like totally absorbed in him. Wrapped up, packed up and rolled out by his own love for me. But it's so tough trying to get him to go along with somin if he don't like it or feel good bout it. Even when he's got no real reason to even be suspicious, no real reason to be negative or even downright rude and nasty. I'm talkin bout when I met Miss Aimee Khol this morning. I liked her straight away and was surprised by how lovely she was, prolly coz Ms. Lewis - her 'old friend' is such a cow. First thang I noticed bout her was the fact that she was in a wheelchair. She has some kind of debilitating bone condition in her legs which disables her from walking. Kim, Jessica and I waited in the smaller multi media focus studies room this morning instead of joining our regular classes. This is gonna be a regular occurrence for the next 12 periods. When she wheeled herself into the room I was taken by her soft gentle countenance and her sweet smile. "Hi everybody my name is Aimee, I am not a teacher so please just call me Aimee okay?" We all murmur greetings back to her and I shift my glance to Jess and Kim checking their expressions. Kim looks happy and excited, Jessica, polite.., guarded. For the next 40 minutes Miss Aimee outlines clearly and thoroughly just what we will be covering over the tenure of this course and I must say that even ole Jessica looks excited! I really look forward to learning how to gather information and how to reconniter a situation and story lead. Miss Aimee is really kind and nice and I think I'm gonna be thankin Dr. Lewis soon for giving me such a cool opportunity. The first class ends all too soon and I ask Miss Aimee if she needs any help before leaving for my next class.., "Oh no it's okay Felix but that's so sweet of you to offer!" Her lovely smile makes me blush... "When you have a disability like me, you learn to always be super organized, it allows you to do a lot more things than people realize" "Okay then, I'll see y'all at last period Mam, umm bye" I bob my head and saunter off down the hall. "Good bye Felix, see you then" she replies. We went up top for a long lunch coz Jake had the next period off and my next class was free to study anywhere we liked for today. This gave us nearly two and a half hours to spare. Jake questions me about Miss Aimee but I don't think he's getting the answers he wants to hear. He wants me to tell him how scary or evil or weird she is but she isn't. I can't lie, she's real nice and I don't got no bad feelings bout her at all! "I still don't trust her for some reason" Jake narrows his eyes, remaining unconvinced. I find it ironic that he ain't even met her yet! We call Uncle Ryan to check up on Clarke but there's no real change. There's been all sorts of stories flying round the school bout who could have done it and why? Some nasty folks even tried to say that Sue did it or maybe even that Builder Brad guy and Lenore even! I can't believe how terrible folks can be! It don't make it any easier for Junior who just drifts round the school aimlessly, missing his best friend like crazy. I can't believe how we have become pretty close especially considering the way I first met him and Clarke. And then of course there's Jake... After lunch (where Jake scared me with his baby octopus antics) we went and spent some time with Miss Carol and I sang a few songs to help brighten her soul. Then the doctor and nurse came and we had to leave. We went back to school and in final period Kim, Jessica and I met up with Miss Aimee again. She asked us to tell her what's on our minds and of course we all talked bout our friend Clarke and Miss Carol. Miss Aimee listened carefully and then told us that beginning tomorrow we were going to start using our skills to canvas both these situations as if they were 'breaking news stories'. It was the first time I felt uncomfortable but I understood when Miss Aimee said that in journalism we needed to learn how to remain objective and detached from the investigation or else we would lose all perspective and that was unprofessional. I guess I understood this on an intellectual level.., I guess. But I noticed that I did not tell Jake about this when he asked how the afternoon session went and what we did. I did not feel comfortable about it at all. Instead I spent my time showing him the cool Nikon camera she had given to each of us - to keep even! I looked forward to learning how to use it. Even Jake was quite excited bout the camera, he really likes gadgets hehehe. That night I got my cherry licked for the first time... hehe sorry for just putting it out there like that, and believe me I certainly 'put it out there alright!' - hehehe... He 'took me' by surprise actually but oh my what a nice surprise! We was in the jacuzzi playin around. I had been sucking on his tumescent dick and really gettin into it when all of a sudden he slid back into the tub and attacked my mouth rendering me dazed, confused and senseless. It wasn't long before he had me sitting on the edge of the bubbling jacuzzi and began feeding my super sensitive cock to himself. And just as I thought I was about to come he flips me over and goes straight for the 'bulls eye'. My face reddens as I think bout this coz it is kinda like private you know and there ain't no more private part than y'alls butt hole! He blew on it and my toes tingled (among other thangs). Then without further preamble he just went to town and I was in heaven! Jake has the most naughtiest tongue ever! He laved up and down between my quivering cheeks causing me to push back like a wanton sex kitten. I knew at this moment that I was gonna become an eternal anal lover hehehe. He just couldn't seem to get enough of my butt, he was groaning and breathing heavily, makin funny sounds.., I could not get enough and I startled both of us when I started talkin dirty! - LOL! "Oh yeah baby work that tongue in my tight lil butt hole!" Even Jake stopped for a moment and I could tell for a moment that he was shocked. Then I felt him slowly beginning to shake as laughter overtook him. He grabbed me around the waist and turned me around our laughter having completely overtaken us by now. His butt seeking tongue invaded my mouth and I hardened even more at the 'naughtiness' of it... "Haha Felix what other secrets are you hiding huh?" he groans as he kisses me like a mad man. "I unno, I don't know where that came from, but I sure know where you are goin back to!" I push him off me and brazenly turn myself around again, presenting him with my hole once again. "Get that tongue back to work soldier!" We laugh again and he bemusedly replies.., "Sir Yes Sir - on the double Sir!" He hardens his tongue and invades my pulsating, superheated hole absolutely destroying my concentration. I was determined to hold on and last this one out but I ain't gonna make it! "Lick that hole you dirty, dirty boy!!!" I scream and he kinda laughs and licks at the same time the vibration of his deep timbered voice intensifies my pleasure and before you know it I'm snowing all over the side of the tub! I try to sink back into the tub but he belays me and licks my cock clean first. "Jakey let me finish you off sweetheart" I beg... "Been there, done that" he looks up at me and grins boyishly. Somebody pinch me coz I can't believe this perfect specimen of a boy is mine. He is actually mine and he loves only me.., Felix! He pulls me back into the tub and I straddle him feeling his powerful rod up the crack of my rear end as we kiss deliciously in the sultry, bubbling foam of his jism touched, jet spray jacuzzi. "Talk dirty to me again baby" he croons.., I blush and hide in the crook of his strong suckable neck. "You gonna be the death of me Jake Maxson!" I sniffle a lil. "But oh what a way to go huh baby?" he smiles into my damp hair. I answer with a kiss. *************************************************************************** Please join me again for the next chapter~