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Clayton
My face still hurts. After our incident, we went back to the hotel. I took a shower, and by the time I came out, Vic and Abigail were in bed waiting for me. We talked. For a long time. I was so busy focusing on her saying no that I couldn’t take into consideration just why she was saying no. She is afraid of being left alone so soon. I understand that, or at least I’m trying to. Ultimately though, the benefits outweigh the risks, and we’ve decided to take the house from my mom’s friend Marcia. We’ve been on the road for about three hours, and they are both sleeping soundly in the back seat. Vic decided that Abigail looked super comfy on the way up, so he was gonna pat down with her for the ride home.
“Hey, guys?” I say, and they grunt at me. “Hey, listen. Left to my own devices, I called Marcia and let her know we wanted to look at the place. She said we could come by this afternoon. You wanna check it out? We can meet Fletch, her golden.”
“What kind of name is Fletch?” Abigail groans, taking her cover away from Vic. They play a little push me, pull you before Abigail wins, and Vic cries, uncle. I don’t even wanna know what she did to win.
“Don’t know.” I chuckle. “But do you wanna go?”
“Why ask when you know you’re already driving that way?” Vic asks, climbing into the front seat.
“I mean, technically, we have to drive by it to get back to your place.” I side glance, Vic. “What do you think, Honey?”
“I think I’m sleeping, and if you wake me up again before you take us wherever you’re taking us, I may eat you.”
“You promise?” I smile into the mirror, looking at her.
Her answer? To smack me with her pillow and turn away. I spend the rest of the drive watching Vic play with the radio, which is better than watching him play with himself, which of course, he made a point of doing too. So by the time, we arrive at Marcia’s, I’m horny as a toad.
“You are so getting it later,” I say to Vic, and he just blows me a kiss before getting out to wake Abigail.
She grunts and snuggles down into the seat. I have to climb in and lift her princess style. “Come on, Honey. We’re here. Look how much space there is for Chaos to run.”
“You just keep carrying me, and it will hide the hardon you have going on.”
“Shut up, or I’ll strip you down in her bathroom and fuck you stupid,” I say out the side of my mouth as Marcia comes outside. She’s followed by a golden retriever that’s almost as wide as the doorway!
“All talk.”
“Is she okay?” Marcia, a middle-aged African American woman, asks with concern.
“She will be, have you got a bathroom we can borrow?” I snicker as Abigail wiggles out of my arms.
“I’m fine. I was just sleeping on our way home. This one decided to make a pit stop.” Abigail elbows me in the gut as I grab her ass.
The big old doggie waddles right over to us and gives a big body wag to Abigail as she bends down for kisses.
“Aren’t you a pretty boy!”
“I see you’ve met Fletch. You’ll find that he’s quite a ham.” Marcia smiles. “I’m Marcia Forrester. I used to work with your mom.” She shakes my hand. “How is Pricilla?
“She’s okay, all things considered. Thank you for offering us the space.” I answer.
“Of course, besides now, I don’t have to worry about Fletch here.”
I look at the house. “I thought mom said one bedroom?”
“She misspoke. Technically it’s four bedrooms. The master, my library, and then my workout space. There is a second master suite in the basement level. I’ve never utilized it. So you all can have it to do with as you wish. Whatever stuff you have to bring, bring. I have plenty of space.”
Vic looks around. “I think it’s bigger than my house.”
“So, I guess we’re going on the tour?” I take Abigail and Vic’s hands.
The house is built into the hill, so from the main level, you get the sense you’re on the second floor. With a balcony and large windows, it’s got an open floor plan and a great big kitchen with all new appliances. It’s colorful and has a fun feel to it. The furniture is all modern but not hardlines as it’s squishy looking. There’s a fireplace and breakfast nook, just askin’ us to defile it. Is it wrong that I look around and am picturing having one or both of them bent over the different pieces of furniture? Damn Vic for getting me going.
The lower level has a huge master suite. Our bed will fit and then some. “The tub is built for three,” I whisper to Abigail.
“Or just me! That’s the one thing I miss from your place is soaking in the tub.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to get you all new bath bombs and other bath toys.” I waggle my brows.
“I really like this place,” Vic says, wrapping his arms around Abigail.
She puts her hand over Vic’s mouth. “Now, what were you saying about bath toys?”
“Oh, I have a few ideas.” I sing-song, walking away.
“So, do you think you can handle looking after the place until July?” Marcia asks as we finish looking around.
I look at Abigail. “Your call, Honey.”
“Yeah, I think we can handle it. I spend the most time at home, so I’ll take care of your puppy.”
“I hear you have a pup of your own. Fletch loves to play.” Marcia laughs, patting him on the sides. It sounds like she’s playing the bongos. “So I leave Friday. If you want to start moving your stuff in before that, it’s fine by me.” She takes her keys out of her pocketbook. “These are the spare set. Top bolt, gate, and knob. I’m going to be running around and will be in and out all week. Thank you, guys. Really.”
“Thank you.” I take the keys. We head out, and I feel better. I feel like I did something right. We get into the Mazda, and I sigh in relief. “So home to start packing?”
“Um, I need to go see Fred. He’s supposed to pick me up in the morning.”
Doing a U-ey, I set forth toward Fred’s, then maybe we can hit Mollie’s for lunch.
