** There are significant changes in this chapter, although the essential story remains unchanged. I draw you attention to this name: Elsie Kuhn-Leitz. The actions she is attributed to be responsible for in this chapter, which is fantasy, are actions she undertook during WWII, for which she was named a Righteous Gentile.
*Merci M. Tootallday
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"Dogs. Jesus Christ you have four dogs? As if one of these beasts isn't enough?" Jeff stood in the doorway of Eva's home, staring down the big black dog that looked like someone had cut its tail off.
"What the hell happened to this one's tail?" He pointed at the dog he was talking about.
Bellyboy's hackles went up, ears went back, and his tail was very still. Bingo had a tennis ball in his mouth and weaved in between Bellyboy and Jeff, tail wagging so fast her was kicking up dust. Sammy was trying to grab the tennis ball out of Bingo's mouth. Ruffian was barking his head off and sniffing at Jeff's leg.
Eva, too tired to truly appreciate the moment, walked back to the doorway where Jeff stood frozen to the spot. She stood in front of Jeff and shooed everyone away. No one paid her any attention. Eva stamped her foot, clapped her hands and looked straight at Bellyboy.
"You. Out. Now." She made a sweeping motion with her arm and ended it by pointing to the back of the house. Bellyboy slowly backed up and backed up until Eva turned away from him and focused on Ruffian. She placed her hands on her hips and leaned over top of him. She said nothing, just stared at him. He slowly stopped barking and walked away.
"Bingo, drop it." Bingo dropped his ball and as Sammy lunged for it, Eva kicked it across the room. Sammy and Bingo slipped and slid on the hardwood floor trying to get to the ball first.
"Jesus Christ. How did you do that?" Jeff finally took a few steps into her home so Eva could shut the front door.
"I speak dog." She locked the front door then walked to the basement door. "I'll be right back, have to get them outside to potty. Kitchen's down the hall to the right. There's a kettle on the stove. Would you heat some water for tea?"
"That, I can do all by myself." Jeff clapped his hand and began walking toward to the kitchen. At the sound his hands made, Ruffian began barking again.
Eva opened the basement door and whistled.
As Jeff entered the kitchen he heard the pounding of what sounded like an army running down a flight of steps. He shook his head as he picked up the kettle and filled it with water. Once he set the burner to high, he pulled out his cell phone and texted Kate. "OMFG she had 4 big dogs."
"What the hell did I get myself into?" he muttered as he looked around the kitchen. Sleek lines, stainless steel everywhere, utilitarian in appearance; evidently Eva was not a doily and still life kind of girl. He approved. The windows looked original though, and, on this 75 year old house, he did not approve. He opened the cupboard doors in search of a mug and some tea bags.
He found the mug and then realized the tea bags would be in the stainless steel canister marked "Tea" on the counter top. "Hidden in plain sight I see." He tried to remember how Eva took her tea from when they were helping that old lady with the dickshit dog, or whatever it was called. "Dickshit? That wasn't the kind of dog. What was that?"
"Cock-a-poo. Not a dickshit." Eva sounded irritated but he saw she was holding in a laugh. "I left the dogs outside. They are harmless really, well, except Bellyboy. But he'll get to know you and then he'll be fine."
"What the hell are you doing with all those dogs?" Jeff sat down and watched Eva pull out a very dainty tea cup complete with saucer.
"Kind of a long story. I've had Ruffian the longest, going on nine years now. They all found me over the years. I've had more than that, but four is my limit. The ones I keep are the ones that seem to just mesh with us from the get-go. Just this morning I gave away a mother and her eight pups born in my house two nights ago. Oh. That was when you tried to contact me and I was so tired I couldn't talk, remember?"
Eva proceeded to tell Jeff the thrilling tale of the dog in the night, delivering the pups, and the flood in the basement. All the while he sat watching her as she made her tea. He smiled looking at her ass when she reached up into the cabinet to get the honey. He noticed the band of smooth flesh she exposed when her shirt rode up. He saw how her petite breasts seemed like a decent size on her. He saw the way her mouth moved when she talked and focused on her tongue when it slipped out to wet her lower lip. She had set of plump lips that were highly kissable. Highly erotic looking, also, when wrapped around something much larger than the honey stick she was currently sucking on.
Then he looked into her eyes and once again, he was mesmerized. She could be telling him anything and he'd agree right now.
"So who'd you get to take the puppies?" Jeff asked, not caring about the answer. He just wanted to keep watching her lips and her hands as they moved to accentuate her story.
"Would you believe the contractor, or well carpenter, who's done all the work around here for me? He told his wife and she begged to take the lot. She came over this morning. Oh, um that reminds me. I have a lot more to tell you. But I really need to soak in my grotto and I... um..." her face turned bright red and she looked like a deer in headlights.
"I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do here. I have to go soak in my tub and unwind but, um, you're here." She looked down then looked at the wall as if something interesting had appeared there, her face bright red.
Jeff grabbed her hand as she reached for her empty tea cup and encased it in both of his. "I'll do whatever you want me to do, stay where ever you want me to stay. But I want to be with you."
"You really mean that."
"Don't sound so surprised. Yes, I really mean that, all of it." He stood up and pulled Eva to her feet. He placed his hands on either side of her face. "We've touched in our thoughts, but not in real life. I've held you and you've felt it, but we've never looked in each others eyes and talked. So yea, this is kind of weird for me too."
He kissed her lightly on the nose, then turned her around and patted her behind. He placed his hand on her shoulders and marched her toward the stairs. "I'll give you a twenty minute head start. Then I will come up and sit somewhere so we can talk. Just talk while you unwind. Does that sound like a plan?"
Eva turned around before she hit the second step. "Jeff, I ... Oh I hate sounding like such a little school girl. I'm not used to sharing my thoughts, my feelings and certainly not my..." she ran her hands from her neck down to her cleavage, then twisted her hands away. "um... Is there something I'm supposed to do or say?"
Jeff cocked his head. "I'm not sure what you mean? Do about what?"
"Am I supposed to let you know when I want to have sex, or do I wait for you to let me know?"
"Both, you always let me know and I'll do the same. Hopefully, we both will be on the same wavelength. But if not, we'll work it out."
Eva smiled brilliantly. "That sounds so easy. Okay I can do that. I like what you did to me when I was in the tub that first time. I really liked that a lot. Maybe when I finish unwinding?"
"Oh yes, I was thinking along those lines too. You know you're down to about 15 minutes now?" Jeff purposefully looked at his watch. He laughed quietly as she turned and ran up the steps.
"So, does this little girl have blond hair too, like you? Are you suggesting she might be a sister or something?" Jeff was paying close attention now. He was filled with that same overpowering paranoid feeling he had when he'd first got the letter and the charms in the mail. Jeff was leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the grotto.
"No, and that's just it. I don't feel like I'm anymore related to her than I am to you. There's just this connection, this bond that became solid the moment I looked into her eyes. And I know she felt it too. She doesn't talk, but she understands everything, more than everything. Have you ever heard that expression "old eyes?" It's used to describe children who, for whatever reason, seem to know a lot more than a child should, understand a lot more than a child would. Like their eyes have been there and done that. Deci has old eyes, the oldest eyes I've ever seen on an abused child, and I've seen a lot of abused kids with old eyes."
"And this Anna LeCompt woman, you haven't called her back yet? What kind of feeling do you get with that one."
"Fear, deep dark fear. I've got to go see her and hear what she has to say. It's something scary, but something important." Eva shivered and the water splashed over the tub a little bit.
He jumped forward in response to Eva's shiver, but forced himself back against the wall. She was in her tub completely nude while he was sitting in his khakis and madras button down shirt. He had taken off his whitewashed docksiders though.
Eva reached over and grabbed a bottle of something, poured a few drops into the tub then replaced the bottle. The room began to smell like some exotic flower. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Reflexively, she grabbed the charm that lay on her wet chest and rubbed it between her thumb and finger.
Jeff felt his desire leap. His once calm resting heart rate doubled, he could feel his blood pulsing through his veins. His cock roared to life and Jeff was terribly uncomfortable in his slacks sitting the way he was.
"Eva, are you feeling better now?" He whispered.
"Yes" she whispered back. "Are you coming in?"
"Yes, oh yes I am." Jeff nearly tore his clothing off in his rush to meet Eva in her tub. As he took the few steps toward the tub, having removed all his clothing, he decided this would need two venues. He walked around the tub and stood just out of her reach. He wanted Eva to look at him, look at all of him.
She opened her eyes sensing he was there. She saw his muscular legs and the dark curly hair scattered throughout. "Not too much but not too little. Just right, said Goldilocks." She murmured aloud. "You don't look like a hairy beast, I like that." She'd felt him before this, but had never seen him, had never seen any male at all, actually. He looked similar and yet very different from pictures she'd seen in text books.
The only other time she'd seen an erect penis was when she was in college. She hadn't actually seen the penis; she'd seen the penis doing what penises do with the vagina of a girl in a private corner of the library.
She had been so engrossed in her history text she hadn't heard a thing. She began to feel flush, like a heat wave was rolling over her body. She started to breath deeper and became acutely aware of her skin and how it felt when her clothing moved around. She began to feel wetness between her legs and wondered if she was getting her period. Her crotch felt swollen, her jeans were digging into her crotch in a very uncomfortably way. Her stomach seemed to tense up and then she rolled her shoulders back and arched. She let out a moan at the same time she heard a moan.
