Dennis Forrest woke up to two abnormalities. One of those was an empty bed. His wife had many great qualities, but she was not a Morning Person. Nor was he, but his career had thrust it upon him and he made the best of it. JJ was admittedly, a grouch for about an hour each morning.
The second odd thing took him a minute or so to notice because it was so out of the ordinary. It was the distinctive aroma of food, bacon, cinnamon rolls and freshly-brewed coffee. As JJ wasn't a morning person, she didn't cook -- so just what was going on. Had "Vicca's" personality extended to preparing him a wonderful repast at such an early hour? He got out of bed and threw on a robe in case they had unexpected company.
He made his way to the kitchen and discovered that he needn't have bothered. Standing by the stove, frying more bacon, was their neighbor, closest friend and sex partner, the gorgeous Brooke. She didn't notice him at first, but smiled when she saw him pouring much-needed coffee. "I heard you two last night," she taunted Dennis. "So, you finally met Vicca?"
"Oh yeah, that Russian bitch nearly wore me out," Dennis played along.
"Nearly? She did wear you out, from what I remember," Jessica smiled as she sipped her coffee and continued the game.
"Hmm, I seem to remember your confessing that I outfucked her," Dennis chortled. "Either way, what the hell are you doing up at this ungodly hour?"
"Ungodly?" Brooke spun around on her bedroom slippers. She was dressed in an attractive negligee and it was evident that she expected some kind of recompense for her marvelous breakfast. "It's nearly 10 AM."
"For me, that is ungodly," Jessica said as she poured her third cup of coffee. "Remember who it is you're dealing with."
"Oh yeah, I forgot that you're a miserable so-and-so until at least two cups of coffee," Brooke said as she kissed JJ's cheek and sat down. She passed Dennis the cinnamon rolls and grinned at both of her loving "family".
"Then, it's a good thing for you that this is my third cup," Jessica smiled sweetly, kissing Brooke back and smiling happily at her husband. They were now past the "danger zone" as JJ had been up for over an hour.
"This was a lovely gesture Brooke, what prompted you to come over here and make us such a nice breakfast?" Dennis questioned as he sipped a wonderful cup of java.
"Yeah, and how the heck did you get in without either one of us hearing you?" JJ added.
"From what I heard coming from over here last night, you might as well have been in a coma when I showed up this morning," Brooke laughed. Holding up a set of keys, she grinned. "Did you forget you gave me these for emergencies?"
"Actually, I gave them to you so that you could sneak over here one night and surprise us in bed," JJ said as she stuck out her tongue at Brooke. "
That
hasn't happened yet, have you noticed?"
"If something happens when you expect it to happen, what kind of surprise is that?" Brooke continued the early morning banter. "You've know me long enough to know I can't stand being predictable."
"Oh, so you weren't expecting a sexual romp with us by wearing that little outfit?" JJ said as she leered at Brooke.
The Asian girl smiled. "I actually wore it for you, I figured handsome here would be gone when I got here," she said to Jessica. "You two slept the sleep of the dead."
"Brooke Lynn, you know what that Russian whore is capable of," JJ continued talking about last night as if she had been a voyeur and not a participant. "You were in a few films with her, you know better than anyone what a terrible slut she can be."
Dennis cocked his head to one side. For the first time in a while, he discovered something he hadn't known about -- films he hadn't seen and the fact that Brooke and his wife had performed in them together. He was about to ask them about it when the phone rang. Jessica was closest so she answered it. He couldn't hear the conversation but when she hung up, Dennis saw something in JJ's face he never had before and it troubled him. Her face had been smiling and now it was almost ashen. She was upset and almost trembling. He went to hug her but she moved away. Brooke saw it too and before she could ask, JJ answered "Candie" and left the room. Now Brooke's face wore a similar expression and Dennis had to find out what was going on with them.
He went after his wife and was stopped by a tug on his pajama sleeve. "NO, Dennis," Brooke insisted. "It's a bad idea to confront her now, sit down, have more coffee and talk to me," she insisted.
Dennis knew that Brooke adored both he and JJ and always had their best interests at heart. She was the third member of their crazy clan and he never would have disrespected her by not paying attention. Just how he had come to know two such amazing women still confounded him. He sat back down and took one of the cinnamon rolls she offered him. He was going to need the crutch of sugary food.
"Okay, so who is this Candie and why has she got JJ in such a lather?" He needed to know.
Brooke looked at Dennis with a serious expression while biting on a large rasher of bacon. "That's just it babes --
I don't know!
Whenever the subject of Candie comes up -- and it rarely does -- she shuts down. In all the years I've known her, she's spoken of / heard from Candie no more than 5 times and each and every time it happens, she's a wreck. You know how important she is -- you both are -- to me. This worries me."
Before Brooke even finished, JJ came back into the kitchen. She was dressed in a rather unusual manner for her, a stylish, but still sexy, business suit. Pin-striped jacket, above the knee skirt, black stockings and heels. It was almost as if JJ was dressing for a job she very much wanted to get -- get at any cost. Dennis saw a concerned look on their girlfriend's face and he very much wanted to talk to his wife. For the first time in their marriage, he stayed silent. He had taken heed of Brooke's words -- when JJ wanted to talk, she would talk. He trusted in her and in their love. If she wasn't saying anything yet, she would have to work things out for herself.
"I don't know when I'll be home, if even tonight," Jessica spoke to both of them. There was an unusual, far-away expression in her eyes. "Can you stay here today?" She asked Brooke. "I don't want him alone and when I return, I don't want to face either of you alone. Can you do that for me?" The blonde practically begged.
Dennis was almost worried and he felt as if his knees might give away. Brooke shored him up, although it might have been mutual. "Of -- of course," she finally spoke. "Jess, you know that you can tell us -- anything!"
"Soon," Jessica said, putting her hands in front of her face to mask her tears. "I've carried this around far too long. I love you both," she said as she kissed her husband and their lover. "I'll be back as soon as --
when
