Kudos to DragonSlayer for his uber-patience and for help with editing this chapter.
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Rhett stirred awake, his eyes still closed and his arm reached out for Theresa, but there was nothing there. Rhett opened his eyes with great reluctance and looked around his thoroughly disheveled room, or what used to be his wildly disheveled room. Everything had been folded and straightened up, including his stack of clean clothes that he kept on his chair. Theresa had obviously struck again. Rhett pried himself out of bed.
He yawned out, "Theresa, where you hiding?" Everything sounded so silent. It was a little ghostly.
Rhett leant forward, allowing his dark hair to cascade forward. He then heard the swing outside creaking. He looked out and through the haze of the dirty window saw Theresa on the swing, dressed as she had been when he met her; go-go boots, leopard skin hot pants and a big unleashed afro. Rhett looked at the clock on the wall. It was 6 am.
Well there's a chica that can't wait to be gone from me
. Rhett twisted his lip bitterly.
Rhett approached the window and then knocked his knuckles against it lightly, hoping to get Theresa's attention. Theresa looked a little baffled; her head turned this way and that until she saw Rhett peering through the window.
She walked over with a smile and gave Rhett the same look as the night before- flicking her attentions from his eyes to his torso. He smiled back. Maybe she was staying after all, just an early riser.
Then she looked at him sternly and tapped an imaginary watch and mouthed "time." Rhett grimaced at her thoughtfully, and shook his head. She frowned; looking puzzled and then walked round the cabin.
Rhett walked to the open front door, and leant against its frame, feeling the warmth of the sunlight against his chest.
Theresa approached him, but stopped outside of Rhett's reach- making the empty space between them as taut as a tight rope. She placed her hands on her hips and a hand over her brow to shield her eyes from the sun.
"So when we going Rhett? The sun is shining, the birds are singing and you sir, get to be my taxi man for the morning, how about that?", Theresa gently closed her eyes and turned her palms towards the sun; the golden incandescence drew out the contours of her palm, the length of her ink-black lashes, illuminating her high mahogany cheekbones. Like a sun worshipper in communion with her god, she smiled.
"Why do you need to get there so soon? You want to get back to Howard, teach him some of what I taught you?" Rhett tried to say it in a light-hearted way, but it came out wrong, and bitterness cracked through his voice. He felt agitated all of a sudden, his body stiffened and he wanted to look away, but instead he fixed his gaze on her, staring.
Theresa just looked back at him in bemusement, which cheesed Rhett off; he blew a strand of hair out of his face in exasperation. She spoke gently, her voice delicate, "Rhett, take a chill pill honey. Howard was way too prim to learn anything other than fucking a girl horizontal and sunny-side up. "
Both of them grinned heartily, the creases in Rhett's eyes grew deeper, and he chuckled a little, and then kicked his naked heel slightly against the doorframe. Rhett felt awkward; he was in new territory. Normally, after a casual screw, he would wake up, with the mammas as snug as a bug in his bed, their eyes glowing at him, glassy and needy. Sometimes, they would stroke his face, his hair, seriously hampering his post one-night stand sleeping efforts. However, Theresa…she was acting as if nothing had happened between them. He should have been relieved; but instead, he felt edgy. He wondered what he had done wrong.
"So last night Theresa, did you have a good time?" Rhett tried to say as nonchalantly as possible, allowing his head to lollop against the wooden doorframe.
"Most certainly. If I had known this is what they meant by southern hospitality… " Theresa, threw him a mischievous look and smiled broadly. She puffed out her buxom chest, and stepped towards him a little, swinging her arms.
Rhett rolled off the door, and with something of a burlesque yawn, stretching his arms said coolly, "Yeah, it was okay. Hey, I think I'm going to shower and stuff, grab whatever you want from the fridge."
"I looked. Whatever I would have wanted in that fridge stopped being suitable for human consumption a month back." Theresa mumbled, before piping up, "Hey, what do you mean our fuck was 'okay' Rhett? Rhett?"
Rhett tried to saunter lazily as possible towards the bathroom, purposefully not responding. A bittersweet satisfaction fermented as he realized he had made Theresa a little insecure by downplaying how much he had enjoyed the fuck from the previous night. Now she was putty.
"Yeah, it was cool or whatever, look Theresa, I have to shower darlin', then I'll drop you round the interstate. Is that okay?"
Theresa protested, "Hell no it is not okay! Or, let me spell it out to you, 'okay' is not okay. What do you mean I was just okay?"
Rhett went into the bathroom, purposefully leaving the door slightly ajar before sliding out of his boxer shorts and then turned on the shower in his bathtub. He opened the bathroom window, and then hopped into the shower, allowing cool micro streams of water to shoot across his skin, swathing him in wetness. He deliberately turned his back to the door, for the simple reason that he knew he had a butt that chicks dug, and the tattoo on his back – a sphinx with a laughing skull head, was sure to make her look.
He whistled to himself, loudly, to hopefully piss Theresa off more and get her attention.
The door creaked open, and sure enough, it was Theresa by the door.
"Not looking, I'd just like to know. How is it that I was only 'okay' when I thought we had some good action going on?"
"Sorry, can't hear you, showers loud, come on in closer." Rhett could hear her perfectly well.
"If I come in any closer I'll see your naked butt."
"Like that's not something you haven't seen before."
He heard footsteps closing in and a sharp intake of breath, "I didn't really notice your back so much last night. That's one heck of a tattoo, what does it mean?"
"It was kind of how I felt at the time, can't explain it.", Rhett had had the tattoo done when he came back from Vietnam. He felt it was a talisman on his back- though he weren't about to share that thought with anyone.
"Well, it's pretty, in an ugly way." Theresa said quietly.
There was silence. Rhett with his back turned, allowed a slip of a smile to creep across his face as globules of water enveloped him. Theresa was watching him, lingering. He wandered what was going through her head.
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Theresa watched the water beat against his lean muscular body, wetting his tanned skin and shoulder-length hair. Her heart quickened at the sight of his handsome form, she so wanted to touch him, be held in his strong arms, as he had done the previous night. But she wasn't going to act like some pathetic little girl and fawn over him. That was not her style. Even so, watching him did something funny to her insides- there was a little flutter, somewhere between her belly and pussy. She wanted him.
God, I am turning into some kind of pervert. I only came here to ask a question. I'll ask the question.
"So, how was our fuck just, "Okay"? Tell me Sensei, as you obviously have a bounty of experience." Theresa tried to say as derisively as possible. His little 'it was okay' comment had been weirdly hurtful. She wanted an answer.
