Milly Houston Pt 02A

CHAPTER 6

Some time during early morning Milly heard a big thud outside her bedroom. She turned on her light and nervously opened her door. She saw a guy out cold, a pool of vomit beside his mouth. She dragged Garrison into his room -- at least she assumed it was Garrison, as he'd not turned up to dine with them.

Milly stripped him naked and cleaned his face and then realizing there was no way she could lift a 140lb lifeless man on to his bed wondered why she'd stripped him. Oh yes, men she'd lived with who'd succumbed to liquor had expected that of her. It had been a struggle to undress him and seemed unnecessary to dress him. It would be embarrassing for her in the morning...unless...

Milly hurried off and returned with an eyebrow pencil. She wrote on his thighs: 'Drunk louts in India often lose testicles. One marked in red to be removed.'

She went off to fetch red nail polish.

Her heart almost stopped when Garrison murmured, "What are you doing?"

"I'm a nurse, preparing you for theatre. You are about to have a baby."

"Oh, that all?"

He began breathing heavily through his mouth.

Milly dabbed the left hand side of his scrotum with red nail lacquer, covered Garrison with blankets and left.

The family including married daughter Laylana were finishing breakfast in the dining room when Garrison burst into the room, clad only in underpants and a polo. He yelled, "Who the fuck did this to me?"

Dirk said, "Moderate your language young man; ladies are present.'

Garrison had angrily puffed up his really quite handsome face and pointed to the writing. Justine went on to her knees to read it, her mom saying dryly, "Be careful Justine."

Justine read this writing on his thighs, 'Drunk louts in India often lose testicles. One marked in red to be removed.'

The women including Milly began tittering.

Justine carefully lifted the side of Garrison's underpants and screamed, "Oh God, his ball has been dabbed with red nail polish."

Now everyone at the table was rocking in laughter and the women began shrieking when Garrison bellowed, "And what's more I have dim recollection of being told I was in hospital and about to give birth to a baby."

Debrecini fell on to the floor, she was laughing uncontrollably.

Laylana helped her mother regain her seat.

Garrison pointed a finger accusingly at Milly. "It must have been you. None of my family would dare do this to me."

Milly eyed him stonily and said loudly, " You crash outside my bedroom door scaring the crap out of me. Then I heard vomiting and went to investigate. I dragged you into your bedroom and then cleaned up the mess on the landing. I then thought this was no way for a gentleman to behave so decided you were a lout and you deserved to be taught a lesson. I'm sorry, I thought it would be a silent lesson learned in the quiet of your own room. It never occurred to me you would come down here and create a spectacle in front of your family."

"Out, I want you out of this house. Now!"

Debrecini hurried around and told Garrison to calm himself. "Come around and sit beside Susan's guest Milly Houston. For once in your somewhat uncouth life you have met a woman with the guts to take you on."

"There's no way..."

"Shut up Harrison and do what I say or I'll slap you around."

The mouths of Garrison and his sisters fell open. Such an outburst by their mom had not been witnessed for perhaps fifteen years.

"Hit your mother and I'll fetch my baseball bat," Dirk said.

Garrison sat like a lamb.

Milly reached and stroked Garrison's face. "I am so sorry; I only set out to teach you a lesson, not to have you humiliated."

"It's okay. Good one mom. I'd thought you'd gone soft over the years."

Debrecini looked pleased and everyone began to relax. Milly jumped up and poured yogurt over a two heaped spoonfuls of cereal and placed it in front of Garrison. "You need to be gentle with your stomach this morning. I'm off to make you a pot of soothing herbal tea."

"I don't drink tea."

"You'll drink it this morning."

Garrison watch Milly walk out to the kitchen and asked, "Who the fuck is that?"

"Milly Houston, my biographer."

"She's awesome. Great tits and legs."

Mother and daughters looked at Garrison in reflective silence. It was as if he'd just announced he was giving up all other women. However, that would be most unlikely. But then again...when Milly returned with the teapot Garrison jumped up and pulled out her chair and pushed it back in behind her and stood standing until she was settled. The others appeared ready to hear Milly said, "Sit -- good boy." But she didn't. She just smiled and winked at Justine across the table and Justine blushed, eyes dancing.

"Milly was wondering about going to a dine and dance this evening Garrison," Justine said. "You won't be up to it but do you have a pal who could escort Milly on a blind date?"

Garrison glared at Justice and Milly said it was a kind thought but she was out for lunch and would see her godchild then and the function could drag on.

"I'll go back to bed for a long sleep," Garrison said almost heroically. "It would be an honor to escort you to a dine and dance. I'll book."

Susan said, "Please accept Milly? You appear to be doing remarkably well attempting to civilize my bother. Please accept."

"Very well -- but no more boorish behavior Garrison."

"No, of course not. I have no wish to be castrated."

Garrison wandered off to book a table and Debrecini was heard to remark under her breath, "God, I can't believe I'm witnessing this."

Susan whispered, "I would have double-dated but this guy of mine is taking me home to dinner. It will be the first time I've met Andrew's parents."

"Sounds exciting."

"I have my fingers crossed but please, say nothing within hearing of the family."

At lunch Elaine's mother Alice was all over Milly and said to Debrecini, "Elaine and Milly were best of friends through high school and college. As far as I was concerned Milly was pick of the bunch. She tended to stand back and watch it all happen and would then move in and sort everything out and calm the combatants down, saying she'd cut their hearts out if they didn't make up and it seemed to work a treat. Even Elaine was slightly in awe of Milly who was a most unpretentious person. She seemed to be a woman when all the others were still girls. Milly was plain Milly then but look at her now. God, she'd be just right for your Garrison is he wasn't such a bore."

Debrecini made agreeable noises. She was watching Milly holding her goddaughter Lily and Elaine with an arm around Milly in absolute affection. Debrecini began thinking of Milly and grandchildren. It was all so climatic, occurring in such a rush. But never, NEVER had a woman been within a mile of Garrison having a sign hovering over her head that read, 'Wife'. She said to Susan quietly, "Have you any idea how long it will take Milly to write your biography?"

"She is contracted to file her completed manuscript in 120 days from the signing of her contract on Monday."

Debrecini smiled triumphantly.

Milly asked Elaine casually what was Garrison's job.

"He has a master's in music, plays the piano and bass but plays classical music on guitar absolutely heavenly..."

"What, that lout?"

"Yes, that that is only when he's not brawling over women or settling disputes over sports scores or taking a dislike to someone. He changes when it comes to music. He is a music and theater critic and his columns are syndicated throughout the country."

"So he's good?"

"Apparently so. I understand he wins awards. But darling he won't be interested in you -- you will be too difficult for him. He likes women who when he says 'Down' they drop and spread their legs."

They giggled. "Well I'm glad you opened your legs to Ian. I just love my goddaughter."

"I knew you would...but please remember I have two other children."

"Oh yes," Milly said, horrified. "Thank you for pointing that out. Oh god, I know so little about children."

* * *

Late afternoon a young guy arrived to take Justine out. Debrecini was taking a nap and Susan was showing Milly her career photograph selection and Milly was picking out photographs. They spent three hours doing that slowly, Susan giving background details to some of the photographs while Milly took notes. She asked questions and Susan answered without apparent restraint.

"You are very good," Susan said, as she packed up. "I can't recall ever been asked some of those questions."

"Well, I thought you'd want me to be thorough."

"Oh yes Milly, please."

"Then you will deliver to me warts and all?"

Susan colored and said that could be really embarrassing to her family and especially her mother.

"Well, it will need skilful writing won't it? What say we negotiate when we hit the hard stuff, like groupies includes all female groupies or you being gang splashed by males?"

"God, you are on to me."

"You have been on the international circuit on two sports Susan; you were bound to face new temptations. And no doubt there were gambling and drug-taking outbursts."

"Milly, oh no," Susan said pathetically.

"Oh come on -- how can you have death-defying moments on skis or climbing and yet become yellow about talking about your adventures and misadventures? There are all sorts of way to handle this."

"I-I thinking about my children."

"Aren't you leaving it a little late?"

Susan looked horrified as if she'd said too much but Milly sensed she was on to something. She asked straight-out: "Is this dinner tonight to announce you are pregnant?"

Susan turned ghastly white. "H-how do you know?"

"It's called having a hunch and attempting to exploit it. Don't forget to inform your mother."

"I will, mom will accept Andrew and me being pregnant to him. He's unsure about his parents and me. They know I exist but this will be the first time I have met them. Andrew is four years younger than me and is a divorcee."

"Without children?"

"Yes, but I don't see how that counts for anything?"

"His mom would have been thinking grandchildren when he married. Now she'll know almost certainly she is to get a grandchild."

Susan looked perplexed. "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Nervous tension probably blocked out such thinking. Anyway how long have you been pregnant?"

"About six weeks."

"But how...with the pain of your injury?"

"We got together with difficulty. Mutual passion was a big help. He's really cute Milly."

"I bet. Come along and I'll help you dress and do your makeup and try to blend in the edges of those two dressings. It is important you descend on his mother looking in charge and beautifully calm and elegant. Tell Andrew to try to show no embarrassment and look directly at his mother and say something like, 'Mom, give me your full attention please. I have some wonderful news for you...' Neither of you must appear apologetic and as he delivers the words he holds out his arm and you take it, demurely."

"Demurely?"

"Yes, this is all about your man and his mother. The father will sit and say virtually nothing for a few moments. If he begins to perform it's likely his wife will tell him to shut up. Although this is the likely scenario it might not happen like that. I believe the odds say it will if Andrew says those words manfully, 'Mom, give me your full attention please. I have some wonderful news for you...' Here I'll write those words down for you. Rehearse him till he's word perfect. What Andrew says after that is incidental because once his mother hears the word 'pregnant' her mind will shut down."

When the front door bell chimed Milly kissed Susan who went down the stairs looking nervous and radiant. She turned and blew Milly a kiss saying, "I'll never forget how you have pulled us out of this hole Milly." Milly smiled and waved, cutting back the inclination to shout it was only theory and she hoped it worked.

Garrison was supposed to arrive from the early evening concert at 8:30. He called at 8.45 and apologized and said the concert had run overtime because of excessive encores and he was still writing his review. "Do you mind going to the restaurant and holding our table? Being Saturday night they will give it to someone else if we are more than fifteen minutes late."

"Are you greatly embarrassed at asking me to do this Garrison?"

"Yes, greatly sweet Milly."

"So your work takes precedence?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so. I must maintain professional standards."

"Good man. Yes, I'll secure the table, leaving now. I expect you to rush in and give me a please-forgive-me-Milly kiss and remember it will be our first kiss."

"I'll fuck you over the table if you wish."

Milly said, "That is the foulest thing I've ever heard from a guy Garrison."

"Oh Milly, I am so..." She cut the call and smiled.

Milly took a call in the restaurant from a jubilant Susan. "It worked, it went like a dream. His mom burst into tears and she's now in the bedroom singing as she repairs her face and Andrew's dad is looking for a bottle of champagne."

"I'm so happy it went well for you Susan."

"Thank you. Darling here's Andrew to say a few words."

"Thanks to you Milly it worked like a dream. Mom sat stunned and then shrieked and began slobbering all over me. Susan and I will take you out to dinner to express our thanks properly. I look forward to meeting you Milly."

Garrison came rushing forward around tables, startling diners, and reach his table pulled Milly to her feet, bent her over his arm and kissed her passionately. People around them clapped or just laughed.

Milly pulled her short black dress down at the hem and up at the bodice and sat down, flushed and breathing fast. They dined and conversed well and Garrison didn't touch her, or in the cab ride home or when they entered the house and began climbing the stairs. They went up quietly, Milly ahead of him but only just and she could almost feel his hot breath above her stocking tops. Actually he was very close, the stairs were steep and the back of her legs felt warm. That really was his breath on the back of her thighs.

She stood outside her door waiting for him to open it and hopefully kiss her. Instead Garrison opened his door across the passage and before she knew it he'd grabbed her wrist, pulled her into the room and had locked the door.

"W-wrong room."

He just leered a removed his overcoat so Milly removed hers and threw it on to the bed.

"So this is where you work and sleep?"

He kissed her instead of answering, long and deep. She felt like being fucked and had to fight to hold herself back. The kiss went on endlessly. Milly wished he'd place a hand on her breast. Instead he simply pulled her dress over her head, the force pulling her arms up to be divested.

"Jesus."

She gathered he was pleased.

"Where do you want it?" he croaked.

"Up as far as you can go," was her learned reply but Garrison looked confused and then understood, smiled and said, "Um, on the bed or over the desk or standing up against the door?"

"Oooh. Decisions, decisions. Over the desk please," she said, aware foreplay was over already. I must have lasted all of thirty seconds. He pulled down her mini-shorts and sniffed, yes sniffed. The lack of preamble was made up by that animalistic move of his -- the shock of Primitive Man treating her like that had sent a mini orgasm through Milly and she knew her pussy would be ready for him. The eager guy sucked his fingers noisily and spun Milly around and pushed her shoulders down and at the same time kicked her legs apart and slowly sank two of his wet fingers into to her. She licked her lips as she heard Garrison zip jerked open and her eyes opened hugely as she felt the tip touch her anus but thankfully it moved downwards and his fingers steered it in.

She snorted a little as it pushed in; it was very fat. Good he was so rough and almost clumsy. If he were to fuck her again he'd be in for some heavy tuition.

Not a word had been exchanged. But just as she thought that he said, "God you are tight, don't you fuck much?"

Milly could have strangled him but then a she blurted involuntarily as he filled her; for a moment she wondered if Garrison had stuffed his arm into her. God, how big was he? Mr Bull then began plowing her, holding on to her tits for purchase and there was good grip because he'd not bothered to remove her bra...or perhaps it was his technique to keep the bra on when doing a woman doggie. Just how many women was this guy fucking?

This fuck was all him. He was not chatting, even lewdly, was not kissing her or rubbing his hands over her to stimulate her, to acknowledge there were two people involved in his. His touching was minimal, just enough to get what he wanted. Just as she was thinking of massaging around her clit Milly bucked and her eyes watered as he handed a big slap against the side of he butt.

"I'm about to get myself away," he warned. "Can I fire inside you?"

Milly gritted and snarled yes. She reached back with both hands and used that leverage to close her legs. Garrison bit into her shoulder to muffle his huge scream of 'Fuck' as Milly also squeezed internally and the pressure only just allowed his cock to continue slithering up and down her sheath. But only just. The pressure must have seem to him as if the head of his cock was being ripped off. Milly could feel him jerking as he fired stream after stream of semen into the condom. She'd gotten away big herself. They lay panting, spent, and she gave his almost two minutes before shaking him off.

"Fuck, what was that?" he groaned.

"A primeval fuck with no delicacy. Unless I'm obviously horny I prefer them soft and loving, delivered as if you really cared for me."

"Huh? Well talk to me when we do it next time. Tell me what you want and how you want it. I'm not one of these insensitive New Age guys."

"That's encouraging to know. We must both communicate. Grab me a towel, I'm leaking hugely. Doe you use a bucket pump?"

"Wow, you know how to compliment a guy," Garrison said, hurrying back to mop up Milly.

Back in her room, showered and stretching out in bed sighing with the feeling she was well-fucked, Milly thought what Garrison had said I'm not one of these insensitive New Age guys."

Oh yeah? He'd been insensitive, selfish and probably insincere. He was proving to be a big disappointment for her. He reinforced that coming down to breakfast next morning and saying he wouldn't be going to the christening. "I'm going ice-skating with a couple of friends. All this fuss over a stupid baby; Elaine has two others so why the fuss?"

"I'm sure Elaine and her parents won't even notice you are not there," his mother said diplomatically, looking a little anxiously at Milly who just smiled at her. The two sisters wisely didn't comment either.

Right then Milly decided the insensitive jerk would never touch her again.

Half an hour later the painter Carlson Conway-Booth called Milly from Colorado.

"Hi baby, it's Carlson."

"Oh hi but is such an endearment appropriate?"

"I've been thinking about you. Have you fixed in permanent housing yet?"

"Semi permanent but I would prefer somewhere quieter."

"Come live with me; that's what I'm calling you about. I'm returning to New York because I have three contracts that will take me at least six months to execute...big money paintings. I was left my maternal grandmother's apartment in Chelsea. She was a painter and the day room has been converted into a studio."

"Live with you?"

"Well I was hoping you might do some cleaning and cooking."

"I could be interested. And the other thing no doubt."

"Well that would be great but cooking and company are my higher priorities."

"Are you sure?"

"Um...don't put me on a spot Milly."