I hope you liked the first part of this story. It's something I've been working on for a while. Like I said before, I've had a lot of fun writing on this site and I hope to continue doing so for a long while, thanks again.
MoogPlayer
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Chapter One
"Why do you say that, Missus Rogers?" "Penelope asked smiling.
"Oh, I don't know," Mom giggled, snapping her out of her reverie, "And you can call me Linda, sweet girl. Missus Rogers makes me sound so old."
"Duh, Nana," Sam teased, as she and Tommy came through the sliding glass doors, "It's because you are old."
"Hmph," Mom derisively snorted, "I'm still young enough to spank your ass, little girl."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Sam teased, going to the kitchen while Mom playfully swatted her butt on the way by.
"Thank you for the compliment Linda," Penelope sweetly said, hugging Mom.
"You're very welcome, pretty girl," Mom tenderly replied, gently placing her palm on Penelope's cheek, "And when my son asks you to marry him, and he will, it's going to be the happiest day of my life."
"Hey wait a minute," I indignantly said, "Don't I get a say in this?"
"NO," said Mom, Megan and Penelope, all at the same time, loudly giggling as the three of them made their way to the kitchen.
"Well, hell," I said, to no one as I sat back down on the couch watching a football game on the television.
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After a few moments Tommy came into the den and sat down in the chair beside the couch and said, "I need to talk to you, Bryan."
"Let me guess," I knowingly smiled, "You're falling for Sam. Am I right?"
"Yeah," he groaned, "I am."
"Damn, Tommy," I laughed, "You almost sound like you're disappointed."
"No, no, it's not that," he hurriedly replied, "I just don't want you to be upset with me because of it."
"Let me tell you something, Tommy," I gently told him, "I've known you since you were a young teenager, and I couldn't ask for a better man than you to be with my niece. Besides, you've got a good job, and I know for a fact that your boss has no plans of ever terminating your employment so, don't sweat it, kid."
"Thanks, Bryan," he smiled, clearly relieved, "There's something else I need to ask you, too."
"Damn, boy," I chuckled, "Don't you know by now that you can ask me anything?"
"I'd like to take Sam to Gatlinburg this weekend," he replied, "And I wanted to ask you if it was alright."
"I don't know," I said, "Maybe you should be asking her mother instead."
"I did," he replied, "And she said to ask you."
"Aw, man......SAM;" I yelled from the den, "WOULD YOU COME IN HERE, PLEASE?"
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Two minutes later, Sam, as well as Megan, Mom, and Penelope, all came into the den as Sam asked, "What is it, Uncle Bryan?"
"So," I began, "I understand that you two want to go to Gatlinburg for the weekend."
That's right," Sam smiled, walking over and sitting in Tommy's lap, "We're going to rent a small chalet."
"Well, you're eighteen and I can't tell you what to do," I replied, "But I will tell you that you've been raised to be responsible. Do you understand what I'm talking about?"
"Relax, Bryan," Megan giggled, "Sam's been on the pill for almost two years now. Besides, they're both good kids and I trust them to do the right thing."
"Yeah," I smiled, reaching over and gently pinching Sam's cheek, "That's true. Okay you two, have a good time and stay out of trouble."
"Oh, thank you, Uncle Bryan," Sam excitedly smiled, as she suddenly hopped out of Tommy's lap to throw her arms tightly around my neck, "I love you so much."
"I love you, too, baby girl," I grinned, hugging her, "I love you, too."
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That evening, Tommy and Sam had gone to the movies while Mom, Megan, and Penelope and I sat around the dining room table talking after just finished having dinner. I could tell by the way she was acting that Mom was enjoying talking with Penelope.
"You're going to have to make Bryan bring you over to our house for dinner soon, sweetie," Mom smiled, "I make a great Chicken Scaloppini."
"I'd like that very much, Linda, thank you, "Penelope grinned, "Can I ask you something? It's about Bryan."
"Of course, pretty girl," Mom giggled, "I'll tell you anything you want to know."
Because my dining room adjoins my living room, Penelope nodded toward my piano sitting in the window and impishly asked, "Can he really play that thing, or does he just have there to show it off?"
"Bryan Lane Rogers," Mom scolded, "You mean to tell me that you haven't played for her yet? What's the matter with you?"
"It's not like I haven't wanted to, Mom," I told her, "I've had my left hand in cast for almost two months, remember?"
"Oopps," she giggled, "I'm sorry, I forgot, sweetie," then turning back to Penelope, she smiled and said, "He really plays beautifully, honey."
"What about it, Bryan?" Penelope teased, "Are you going to play for me, or not?"
"Oh, alright," I chuckled, as I made my way to the living room, with Penelope, Mom and Megan following me.
I sat down and lifted the cover off the keys, and then warmed up for a few minutes to work the stiffness out of my left hand. And once I was ready, I played my all time favorite song; the title cut on the soundtrack of the movie, "Somewhere In Time" by John Barry. I also included the track of "A Theme by Paganini" by Sergey Rachmaninoff, also on the movie soundtrack
And when I was done, I turned around to find not only Penelope, but, as usual, both Mom and Megan in tears, as well as Sam, had she been there, too.
"See?" I teased, "Now you know why I don't like to play for you, Mom. It always makes you cry."
"That's the music from the movie, Somewhere in Time," Penelope smiled, "That's my favorite movie of all time."
"I'm glad you liked it," I gently replied, "And just so you know, it's one of my favorites, too."
"Play something else, Bryan," Megan grinned, "Play something by Rick Wakeman."
I began the introduction of Rick Wakeman's "Night Airs" album, and continued doing so for the next ten minutes. However, I began to realize what Penelope meant when she said that I wasn't one hundred percent healed, as my left hand began to cramp, making me suddenly stop playing.
Penelope immediately knew what was happening as she simply looked at me and said, "I think that maybe you've played enough for one evening. What do you think?"
"I think you're right," I smiled, rubbing the top of my left hand where an angry red scar had not yet begun to fade, "My left hand is beginning to cramp."
"That's to be expected," she pointedly replied, "And while I think playing the piano is a great form of physical therapy, as your Doctor, I suggest that you try to not overdo it."
"But I'm no longer your patient," I devilishly replied, "Am I Doctor?"
"No," she giggled, "But I can always sick Linda and Megan on your ass, oh, and let's not forget about Sam."
"You wouldn't dare," I good naturedly teased, "Besides, that's not fair."
"No, it isn't," she smiled, making her way to sit beside me on the piano bench, "But there aren't any rules when it comes to love and war," and with that said, she leaned over and softly kissed my lips.
Because of the fact that she did that in front of my mother and sister, of course my face turned beet red in embarrassment. Megan drove the point home even further when she pointed at me and giggled, "Ooo, look at him blush," causing Mom and Penelope both to burst into a cacophony of female laughter.
"Blush this, Megan," I curtly replied, showing her the gesture involving the middle finger of my right hand, "You can be such a bitch sometimes, I swear."
"That's Ms. Bitch to you, Bryan," she spat, "Besides, I was only teasing you, you fucking asshole."
"HEY," Mom quickly shouted, and then calmly said, "Why don't both of you be quiet if you can't be any nicer to one another than that?" Then she turned to Penelope and giggled, "You'll have to excuse these two, they've been like this ever since they were both old enough to talk, but I guess it's my fault for spoiling their little asses."
From the moment Megan started her normal shit with me, up until the moment that Mom intervened, Penelope had worn a tickled grin on her face. And then being no longer able to contain it, she burst out laughing and said, "I'm sorry for laughing, Linda, but I think it's as cute as it can be."
"Oh, honey, don't laugh at them," Mom sighed, "It only makes them worse."
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When Mom got up to leave, she took Penelope's hand and said, "It was so nice to able to spend some time with you. I can't wait until we can do it again," as she placed her palm on Penelope's beautiful cheek, "Our pretty Penny..."
She placed her hand on Mom's hand, and then leaned in and kissed Mom on the cheek and sweetly replied; "Now I see who Bryan got his beautiful heart from."
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Mom had been gone for about thirty minutes when I looked at Penelope and Megan and said, "I've got a couple of bottles of wine that I've been saving for a special occasion. Do you two want me to open one?"
"Why not?" Megan grinned "You know I'm always ready to drink some wine."
"I don't know, Bryan," Penelope replied, "I have to go home before it gets too late."
"Why?" I asked her, "You can stay here tonight."
"I couldn't do that," she objected, "It just wouldn't be right."
"Why wouldn't it be," Megan sweetly teased, "You're not a screamer, are you?"
This time I couldn't help but laugh and received a playful slap from Penelope as she laughed and said, "No...well...maybe sometimes, but that's not the point. What would Sam think about seeing me here in the morning?"