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Every Little Thing She Does Pt 03

Every Little Thing She Does Pt 03

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This is part 3 of 4, breaking a huge story, "Every Thing She Does is Magic", into more manageable pieces. I strongly urge you, the reader, to begin with Parts 1 and 2, as no effort will be made to catch you up with what has happened thus far.

Friday, September 18, 2020

When he awoke with the sun the next morning, Tom heard his roommate snoring softly. Normally Tom was a considerate person. He felt a bit used and abused by his roommate, so Tom was not particularly quiet about getting up and getting his stuff together for both the day of classes as well as his trip home. He even let a fart rip while bending over to retrieve something from under his bed. With his stuff together, he departed the room while not trying to quietly close the door. He didn't slam it, per se; he just wasn't his usual quiet, considerate self, at least not towards his roommate.

He made one last trip to his room after his last class. He did not want to deal with any classwork while at home, so he left his books on his desk and gathered up his laundry bag. He remembered to grab two t-shirts which he had not worn since school had started and loaded up his car. He drove over to Julie's dorm, but she was still in class. Her dorm did have an intercom system, so he hoped that Dawn was around so he could exchange the two shirts for the one. Sure enough, Dawn came down with the one shirt and accepted the two from him. She managed to keep her mouth shut and wished him a safe trip home and back.

It was 250 miles from the state university to Middleburg. The journey was every bit of four hours long, and he arrived at 8:15 PM, hungry for his delayed supper.

His father, Alan Harrison, was a project manager for a software development company. Alan had stopped at the local Sam's Club and picked up a rotisserie chicken and some salad fixings in anticipation of Tom's hunger. When Tom pulled into the driveway, he opened the garage door with his opener, lugged his laundry bag in, and closed the garage doors. The smells of the chicken were welcome. Alan appeared coming down the hall to the kitchen at the sound of his arrival and he gave his eldest son a great, big hug of welcome. "Come, leave your laundry right there. Let's get some food into you," Alan declared.

They sat at the kitchen table to eat. Before they lifted their forks, they clasped hands and asked for God's blessing on the food and their lives, giving thanks for all they had been blessed with stewarding.

"I'm having some hard cider, Tom," Alan announced. "Would you care for some?"

"Sure, Dad, that'd be great!"

As a general rule, suppertime was for eating. All the talking could wait until they had eaten. When they were full, the leftovers were wrapped up and refrigerated, and the dishes were rinsed and placed in the dishwasher. There wasn't enough to run the dishwasher yet, though. Tom asked if they could sit and talk. Alan led the way to the living room and they assumed comfortable seats.

"What's on your mind, son?" Alan inquired.

"We're having a first-ever career fair in a week and a half. I've signed up to interview with five of the companies. This is aimed at the business majors, although I guess anybody could register for a time to talk with them. I know that I'm one of the department's stars, so there's a bit of pressure on me to do well."

"I'm sure you will do spectacularly, Tom. You've always kept your focus on your studies and not allowed yourself to get distracted. Are any of your current classes pertinent to any of these interviews?"

"Yeah, I think the Forensic Accounting course has the most applicability, and I'm certainly loving that course. The Business Ethics course is a sad formality. The instructor teaches what is in the book and seems to be operating with blinders on. No appreciation for the real world."

"Business ethics is an oxymoron, Tom, like military intelligence, freezer burn, and jumbo shrimp."

Tom grinned in acknowledgment. "I know I have to parrot back whatever the book says, even if it's wrong and I disagree totally with what it says. I know that the course is all about the letter of the law and not the spirit or intent of the law. I just don't like having to take the course."

"What about the rest of college life?"

"I've been to a couple of free movie nights with this girl who showed up in the accounting lab one night. We're taking things slowly. I do have some questions for you, Dad. When you met Mom, what was it like for you? I've heard about how you met in the bookstore. How did you know she was the one for you?"

Alan smiled, a little pained as he recalled his lost love but remembered the more than twenty years together. He thought for a couple of minutes and decided to proceed.

"Tom, I've never discussed this with either you or David. I would appreciate it if you would keep the details to yourself. You know that once we finished in the bookstore, we went to the snack bar at school and shared a chocolate malt, right?" He nodded his head at that.

"Well, for the most part, she attached herself to me and would not let me be. She wasn't stalking me. She had her own classes to complete, although I recall her grades dipping a bit after we met. She sought me out and did everything she could to spend time with me. It was like she knew it was how things were going to be all along and I had to figure it out. You know, Robert Heinlein, the author, is quoted as saying, 'Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.' That is so very, very true.

"Anyway, she spent nearly every free moment in my company after my little act of 'heroism'. She didn't crowd out any of my friends, and she didn't insist that I sit and hold her hand the whole time. She kind of wormed her way in until one day I woke up and realized that she had become my best friend and I would be sad if we ever had to part, which we ultimately had to do when she died. I've been somewhat depressed ever since.

"I asked her once, 'Laura, why me?' and her answer was irrefutable. 'Why not you? I love you, more than life itself. You are my priority. You complete me.' I had no comeback for that."

"Dad, I don't hear anything there that should not be shared with David. There's got to be something more," he poked. Alan sighed.

"Regarding me, your mother was a sex fiend. It's a miracle we only had you two boys and you, Tom, were conceived well after our honeymoon, so you did not have 'hot feet'. Oh, how she loved sex with me. She was an excellent teacher. She had me so well trained in how to please her. She absolutely loved to please me. That is what I'd prefer you keep to yourself."

"Well, if I wasn't willing to hear the answer, I should never have asked the question," he said. "But I don't think you've thoroughly answered my question, Dad. How did you know?"

"Tom, in a surprisingly weird way, it's kind of like the question some people ask themselves about divorcing. 'Am I better off with the other person, or without them?' I was definitely a better man, a better husband, and a better father when I was with her. She said I completed her. Maybe so, but she truly completed me. She shored up my weak points and we were back-to-back against the whole world. Her parents could see that from the get-go, and they only asked us to wait until we were both out of school before getting married. Sure, we'd have our disagreements. We would talk about them and we always tried not to make our spats personal."

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"Okay, Dad. Thank you for all of this sharing. I have some thinking to do."

"Is this girl you've been taking to the movies getting under your skin, Tom?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid she is, Dad."

"And are you truly 'afraid', Tom?"

"It's not fear, per se, but I'm not 100% comfortable either. I'm taking things slowly with her, Dad. I'm kinda tired from the drive. Do we have stuff for breakfast?"

"Eggs, sausage, bread for toast, juice, coffee. Should be sufficient, no?"

"Should be sufficient, yes. I have some more things to talk about with you tomorrow, Dad. Goodnight!" He stood and wrapped Alan in a bear hug and kissed Alan's cheek, which rather surprised Alan.

Standing in his room, the queen-size bed was significantly wider than his XL Twin provided by the school in the dorms. It felt good, yet odd to be back in his room after four weeks at school. He was comforted by being back in his room, and he quickly fell asleep.

Saturday, September 19, 2020

Tom woke with the sunshine on his face. He had forgotten to set an alarm after he had called Julie. They had talked a little about inconsequential things. Mostly it was about assuring her that he had made it safely home and would be returning to campus in time for supper on Sunday. He ended the call with, "You're so special to me," whereas she ended it with, "I love you so much." The difference in their wording was evident to them both. It did not bother him because he did not believe he could be in love with her in two weeks. He was being honest about his feelings toward her. It did not bother her either, because she knew deep in her heart that he loved her. Upon learning of his birthday on January 3

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, she had done some research about Capricorns. He was evidencing many, if not most, of those traits, so she wasn't worried about what he wasn't saying. He'd come around. She'd make sure of it.

He arose and slipped on a clean t-shirt and some shorts and headed for the kitchen. Alan was already up, sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee, and doing the Sudoku puzzle in the daily newspaper. Looking up, he gave Tom a big smile and said, "I wondered when I'd see you. Can you please get the sausage started for us both?" With the coffee already brewed and the sausage warming in the oven, the toast and the eggs were straightforward to prepare, and breakfast was ready in about ten minutes.

Holding hands and bowing heads, they asked for God's blessing on the food and their lives, and they dug in. With the food consumed and coffee mugs refilled with unpolluted black coffee, they rinsed the dishes and adjourned to the media room to continue their discussion.

"Dad, please tell me again how you came to be regarded as Mom's 'hero'."

"We were standing in line in the bookstore on the Thursday before classes started. I guess most of us there thought we'd be beating the rush and instead we all got caught up in the rush. Anyway, Laura was about five or six people ahead of me in line when this jerk football player walks up from behind us and bumps her arm. That caused her to drop all of her books and supplies and they scattered widely. The jerk laughed and kept on going out the door. Laura dropped to her knees and was trying to regather her things and everybody else kept stepping around her or kicking her things even farther away.

"You know that sort of situation is unacceptable to me as it should be to anyone else with decency, so I stepped out of line and set my books and things on the floor and helped her to pick up her things. I helped her to her feet and restacked her things in her arms. I gathered my things and led us to the back of the line. I remember that absolutely nobody would give us a break. In hindsight, it was perfect. I got to spend extra time with Laura Wilson and I invited her to join me for a chocolate milkshake, which we shared with two straws. We sat at that small table, holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes as we slowly sipped the treat. For both of us, it was love at first sight, no doubt."

"That is what I was trying to talk about last night, Dad. How do you know? How should I know? Since Mom died, I've been sort of plodding along, doing enough to keep my grades up but not putting forth much extra effort. Now I've met this girl and there are colors and sounds and smells again."

Alan sat back in his comfy TV-watching chair and gazed at his son. A smile spread across Alan's face and he nodded his head.

"Tell me how you two met, will you, please?"

"I was working in the accounting lab on a Tuesday night all by myself. It was the Tuesday before Labor Day and it was simply too early in the semester for anyone to need help. So, I was putting in the hours I'd promised to work and this girl walked in. A professor mentioned the semester project a couple of weeks earlier than usual for the Accounting 100 course, known to some as "Accounting for People Who Hate Balancing Their Checkbooks", and she wanted to get a head start. The professor, Dr. Casper, also mentioned the accounting lab was staffed with knowledgeable people, so she came looking for help."

"And that was the last you saw of her?" Alan asked, leading the witness.

"Of course not, Dad. She was back the next night as well, and we ended up talking about stuff. I gave her some tips and tricks for that term project, and we've been to the free movie that Campus Life is showing this semester on Friday nights. Pretty much Rom-Coms, intended to be Date Night Movies, I think."

"Okay, so what's the problem? I assume there's a problem on your mind or we wouldn't be talking about it before 9:00 AM on a Saturday."

"She seems to want to take this 'thing' really fast, Dad. I've tried to get her to slow down and get to know each other, but she intensely wants to get to 'know' me," he said with the emphasis on the final 'know'.

"You have protection, condoms, right?"

"Yeah. I even gave her a box to keep in her room, just in case."

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"Is she on the pill?"

"Not yet, but soon."

"Have you had intercourse yet?"

"No, Dad. Neither of us has had penetrative intercourse. I think you and Mom did a number on me, on us including David, about the serious nature and possible consequences of that adult 'game'."

"Every way you turn, son, you make me so proud! I will assume she is attractive. Any time a girl is 'into' you and wants to get that close, it's a good thing. For you to say that you are still a virgin," and he was nodding his head in agreement, "and she is too," again, he nodded, "and the desire is rampant in both of you," he was turning into a bobblehead doll by now, still in agreement, "you two are to be commended for your restraint.

"This isn't easy for me to talk about much, but you deserve to know. Like I said last night, your mother was a fiend for my johnson. I mean, she could not get enough of it. The words that came out of her mouth, trying to spin me up and push me over the edge ... well, she had an excellent vocabulary and loved to put it to the test. Yes, ultimately, we had sex before we even got engaged. She was my one and only, Tom, and I was hers. How she loved sex! Once again, it's a wonder we only had you two boys."

"So, are you saying it's okay for us to have sex?" He was a little taken aback by this.

"Hang in there with me, Tom. I'm not saying that I want you to have sex outside of marriage. If you do, and we both know it's likely 'when you do', be safe and considerate of your partner. Treat her like she's the most valuable thing in the world. Like your mother and I have raised you to do. Like I believe you do."

He was silent for a bit, absorbing this information. After a few minutes, Alan continued his soliloquy.

"Thomas, you are 22 years old, technically an adult in our society. You blew me away when you chose to take a year off between high school and college to go volunteer in Milwaukee. That extra year gave you a maturity that I'm sure shines above your peers. Yes, Dr. Casper wrote to me about how pleased he is with your leadership and responsibility in his department. Your mom and I did everything we could to give you every edge possible, which is one reason I pushed you to complete your Eagle rank. The one part of life where we could not be of much help is interpersonal relations. All we could do was model good behavior and hope it sank in."

"It has, Dad. It's not a conscious thing, like 'What Would Mom and Dad Do?'. It's much deeper than that. It's part and parcel of who I am, Dad. Thank you. I'm so sorry I spaced out calling you over Labor Day weekend. She does that to me." Alan smiled broadly at that admission and accepted the apology.

"So, when can I hope to meet this mystery lady? Maybe bring her home for Thanksgiving? Can you tell me much about her?"

"I don't want to spoil anything or set expectations too high, but I will say this: I think you'll find her to be quite a bit like Mom."

Alan laughed out loud, big guffaws that resounded in the media room.

"So, the adage and song lyrics are true: 'I want a girl just like the girl that married dear old Dad'? That's rather Freudian and Oedipal, don't you think?"

Tom smiled wryly and slowly shook his head from side to side. 'If Dad only knew,' he thought. 'But why spoil the surprise?' Sidestepping the question, he responded with, "I'll suggest that we come here for Thanksgiving week, Dad. Thanks for the offer. So, are we done?"

"For now, I believe. Are you going with me to church tomorrow morning?" Alan indicated his expectations had not changed.

"Of course, Dad. I would hate to disappoint all of my surrogate grandparents there."

He went to his room to think a bit more on his father's words of that morning and the previous evening. It was okay to want to have sex. Be careful and considerate. Well, they would take all possible precautions, but he now was setting his focus on Halloween night. He dug into his dresser drawers and pulled out four old, ill-fitting scouting t-shirts. He did not wish to part with them; they held sentimental value. He could take them for her to borrow, though. He needed to run them through the dryer with the dryer sheet first.

Starting the dryer, he returned to the kitchen and Alan was looking for him. Alan suggested they eat out at their favorite Mexican restaurant, Los Tres Amigos. Tom allowed that the cooks at school had no idea what acceptable Mexican food truly was, and they departed. It was wonderful being back home and eating his favorite comfort foods. On their way home, Tom wanted to summarize his understanding.

"You would rather we not have sex, but given our youthful urges, be safe and considerate, right Dad? No grandchildren until we're married to each other."

"That sums it up. I must say you appear much happier this weekend than you were before you went off to school. Your mother's death impacted us all very negatively. I'm glad to see you coming out of your funk."

"And you. Are you coming out of your funk, Dad?"

"Laura was my one and only. Nobody else could move me like she did. I have you and David to live through vicariously. Period, end of sentence."

He knew that once Alan said, 'period, end of sentence', all further discussion on the point was moot.

Sunday, September 20, 2020

They got up in good time on Sunday morning and had a cup of coffee before heading to church. Every person Tom encountered was pleased and excited to see him. He had to answer the same questions repeatedly. "I'm graduating in May," and "I'm enjoying the Forensic Accounting class I'm taking," and "I don't have any firm job offers yet." He carefully avoided answering questions about "did he have a girlfriend at school", mostly because he didn't want to lie. If she came home with him at Thanksgiving, he'd introduce her around at that time.

His return journey to State was uneventful. As he walked from his car to the dorm, a figure stood up near the door and proceeded towards him. Julie. He stopped and she accelerated. He dropped his clothes bag in time as she leaped to wrap her arms around his neck. His hands caught her butt, and their joining was nearly perfect as their lips sought out the other's. It was a soul-aching, hungry embrace fueled by their weekend apart.

"Jules, oh how I missed you! What have you done to me? I used to be perfectly fine before. Now it's as though I cannot live without you."

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