"Are you angry? You look mad."
"A little. Not at you, so don't think that."
Cabot Ross was leaving the outskirts of Wildwood Pennsylvania, on his way back up to Albright Mountain. The trouble was that part of him felt as if he needed to turn around and head to Margo Needy's. Reason being... "Byrdy just told me something that makes me wonder if my friends really care about me is all."
"What did Mitch say?"
"If I tell you then you can't speak of this. I might not know everything myself even from Byrdy." He glanced over at his blonde co-pilot in the passenger seat. "Mitch told me there was an attack on Margo's place last night. Not one person that lives out there bothered to call and let me in on it."
"Attack? What sort of attack?"
"Well, it supposedly involved the FBI. Everything else is still hazy. There's no reason for the FBI to even be out there, so it has to be something more than just... why hasn't Heath ever returned my calls about his interview with Rose? That part pisses me off too."
"Did you try Margo herself? Your other roommates?"
"I guess not. I was kind of busy with Rose and Melanie last night."
"Melanie?" First, she had heard of her. "Melanie Bush from the nursing home?" The only Melanie she knew.
"Yeah! Rose hired her as a live in masseuse. Mel does that on the side to make cash. I invited her up and she and Roselyn hit it off."
"Wow! Building a harem Cabot? Taking me up there to join in?"
"You want time with me or not?"
"You know I do. If I were against it, I would have told you to fuck off when you forced me out on the front landing of my apartment, my old apartment." She sighed, having lost everything in the explosion that consumed all twelve apartments and took the life of her landlord Drew Hardesty.
"I may be a Pastor's daughter, but you know I'm openminded." She pondered that statement, "Trying at least. You had my soul three years ago Track Star. I just gave up hope after you graduated and disappeared from my radar. I figured it was hopeless until I ran into you at the apartment complex. At some point here I'd like to see the big picture. What exactly do you want me for? Just sex? Love? You're seeing Maria. Roselyn, I presume after watching her masturbate over your phone. That was insanely stupid by the way. What if my dad had forced himself to look at your cell and seen her like that? Daddy would have forbidden me to take this job."
"Like you said at McDonald's, you're an adult." He huffed his cheeks! "I'll call Margo after we're done up at Rose's. If you want to spend the night up there to have a roof over your head, I can come get you in the morning before I go to work."
"I'm not staying up there tonight without you. I need to understand my environment better Cabot. I go where you go."
"Alright! Once we get done with Rose we're driving back to my place at Margo's house. I need to know everything."
"Then I stay the night there with you."
"If you do, I'm fucking you."
"FINALLY!!!"
She burst into laughter; it was needed after so much tension. "Ready when you are Track Star." She settled down and blushed! "I cannot believe you had your hand down my leggings fingering me right in front of my parents. In a public restaurant even. Not to mention in front of an infant. Maria I'm good with because I know she's cool with the things you do."
"At her age Lola had no idea what was going on. She was mesmerized by cars at the drive thru. I don't think Maria even knew I had my fingers up that cunt." He chuckled! "An exceptionally wet cunt at that."
"I know. I was terrified my dad would see the stains in my thigh region. I hugged him so fast he didn't have time to look. I kind of think my mom saw it, but she's less likely to give me trouble over it. She knows I've liked you for years. You would not believe how much she talked about you when we ran in track against one another. Always telling me you were cute and that I should date you, bring you home for dinner."
"Oh, yeah?" He smirked, knowing how Mitchell Byrd had Grace's mother dick whipped. Who knew the Pastor's wife was such a closet freak? Tied up to a four-post bed somewhere wearing a blindfold. Bianca Goode was fine as... hell! Sorry Pastor but it was true. "Sure, she didn't want me for herself?"
"Why would you say that? My mom is a perfect angel." Grace dropped her jaw, then thought about it in silence for two minutes. "God, I hope she is, for daddy's sake. He would be crushed."
"Doesn't your mom sell houses too?"
"Yes. A realtor the last ten years. I think she sold Byrdy his home." More silence, having noticed very subtle glances between her mother and Officer Byrd suddenly realized. "She... Cabot! Stop making me think my mom is cheating."
"I'm sure she's tied up between her job and your dad." Four post bed style!
"Funny! Mom and dad have a four-post bed. I want one someday. It's so cool looking, big Grecian style posts, they have steps at the foot to climb into it, it's so high up. Dad says it gets them closer to Heaven."
"As if that isn't sexual." He laughed! Now he knew. Mitchell Byrd had fucked Bianca in her own bed, in her own home. Bold move Bianca! Bold move! What would Evan think? Cabot was up for a home invasion. Sorry, Grace! He likes you but Mom? Ohhh, yeaaah! Sing Angel Sing! His dick was getting hard. Grace noticing his tented work slacks grinned.
"Is that for me, or are you anticipating Rose?"
"Thinking about your mom tied to that four-post bed."
"WHAT??" She sat up as far as her seatbelt allowed and swatted his arm. "You are not." Sometimes the truth was just as much fun as the lie. "You better not be."
"Relax! I don't even know why I'm hard right now. A lot on my mind besides sex. I promised Rose a run on the trail tonight. I might have to break that promise so I can get home and talk with Margo."
"We could have just rescheduled. I'm pretty sure this interview only has to do with you putting me on the spot. You wanted me to know Rose would be naked and obedient. What's this Barrack thing? She fantasizes about Obama?"
"Baroque! She paints; I used to paint. We started talking art styles and arrived on her calling me Baroque rather than Master. I call her Nouveau."
"Do I get a cute name?" She giggled! "Why am I laughing? I just lost everything."
"Not me you haven't."
He purposely pulled over and stretched toward her, drawing her into a sweltering kiss. She rapidly melted and unhooked her seatbelt just to reach for him better. Gear in park he did the same, Cabot did indeed have a soft spot for Grace Goode! Trouble was; in kissing her he visualized her mother, Bianca. That increased the appetite for consuming her tongue.
