Hey everybody, Annabelle here with the next exciting chapter of The Iceman's Wrath! If you are new to the series, I would give the first couple of chapters a read so that you can watch the conscience of Jason Dawes break apart shortly before having sex with his daughter's friends.
Oh, and I would like to mention this: though some character seem young, they are all at least 18 years old, meaning that their bad decisions are completely legal, voluntary, and enjoyable for us to watch. I hope you like it!
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Exploring Boundaries
The rest of the summer was nothing short of a hot mess. The brownouts got worse, which meant an uptick in stupid behavior from the locals. A midnight drag race got messy and Jason spent part of a perfectly good Saturday evening scraping what was left of a couple of drunk college students out of their cars. Naomi was picking up extra hours at her job to save up money before college, which meant that he didn't see much of her, or her friends.
Well, almost. Every couple of days, he received a text from Megan. She was always careful to hide her face, but made up for her anonymity with various poses, ones that often involved various objects stuffed inside of her pussy. Jason's favorite involved the infamous double dildo-she had folded in half, inserting both ends into her vagina, and captioned the photo with "Wish You Were Here." Naomi was too busy to have her friends over, and she spent what little free time she had left either visiting her mother or hanging out with Jason. They went to a couple of movies, walked the mall (which had air conditioning), and Jason even bought her a new Macbook for college.
Though the temperature remained high, Jason saw the summer end not when the calendar turned, but rather as he loaded the last box into Naomi's car. He focused his efforts on her car, checking that she had enough wiper fluid, making sure the pressure on the tires was okay. Naomi, sensing his anxiety, stayed inside the house while he did his pre-college vehicular check.
"Well kiddo, it looks like you are all set." Jason walked inside, feeling a little sick to his stomachs as the words left his mouth. How many years had he wasted, hundreds of miles away? What would have happened if he hadn't moved out here, learning who his daughter was as a person? How many more years would he still be a dad to her, before he was suddenly just another adult?
"Thanks, daddy." Naomi gave him a long hug. Jason locked all those feelings away, embracing his little girl. He thought of when she was younger, the time he had braided her hair poorly and she wore it to school all day anyway, the time they made a pillow fort in the living room and spilled juice on the cushions, the time that...
"Dad?" Naomi's arms had gone limp. "Dad, you're crushing me."
"Oh, sorry." He released her, her face shimmering through the moisture that had collected along his eyelids. He rubbed his eye, examining a non-existent speck of dirt. "Hey, here's this." He handed her a hundred dollar bill. "Buy yourself some dinner, and use the rest on your dorm room."
"Thanks." Naomi kissed him on the cheek, slung her backpack over her shoulder, and walked outside. Jason followed her out, each footstep toward the curb a moment of pure torture. Her mother was going to meet her at the college, help her get set in, take her to dinner. Part of Jason wished that things could have turned out different, wished that they could have stayed a family, but wishful thinking wasn't going to help him with the fact that he felt like time was marching him toward a cliff.
Where had all the years gone? Looking back, would he remember this day fondly or with misery?
"Ok, well, I guess I'm going to college!" If Naomi was suffering any of these thoughts, he was unable to see them. He gave his daughter a tight hug and held the door for her when she got in. The engine started, and Naomi waved to him when she pulled away, moving toward a future that he was uncertain of his place in.
Dad Jason stood in the short grass, waving to Naomi. Wild Jason patted him sympathetically on the back, a devil's grin plastered on his face.
"I guess there's only one thing to do now," Jason said to himself, breaking the silence. Walking in the house, he grabbed a beer from the fridge (Hey, it was five o'clock somewhere), planted his ass on the couch, and started up some Game of Thrones. He had nothing else to do today, and binge watching some sex and violence would make him feel better.
Just as the credits finished rolling, the whole house went dark. Jason listened to the dying hum of his AC, the fan blades winding down.
"Fuck."
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Hours later, Jason was sprawled out on his couch, wearing nothing but red and white boxers. He read an old issue of Time magazine that he had left by the couch last time the electricity went out. He was dozing off from boredom when the AC finally kicked back on. Sighing in relief, he closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of cool air rolling over his exposed skin. With the electricity back on, his hand quickly found the remote to his entertainment center. Within minutes, he was sitting on his couch with a cold beer and a bag of chips, the familiar Game of Thrones theme song permeating the room. Jason hummed along with it, sipping from his beer, the cold fluid chilling him from within. He was grateful that he had thought to put his beer in the freezer this morning-the brownouts were lasting longer than ever, and there were rumors that the grid in town had actually suffered some sort of damage from the heat.
There was a knock on the door. Puzzled, Jason sat up, listening to see if they would go away. After a minute of silence, the knock came again, this time, more insistent.
"Shit." He set his beer down, paused GOT, and walked to the door. Through the glass square of his door, he only saw a dark patch hovering at the bottom of the frame. Curious, and a little frustrated, he opened the door.
"Hi Mr. Da-oh my gosh!" Standing at the door, in a white blouse and tartan skirt, was Maria. She had turned her head away, covering her eyes. "I am so sorry!"
"What?" Jason realized he was in his boxers, which wasn't a huge deal for him. However, that was apparently not the case for Maria. "Oh, I'm so sorry, hold up." He closed the door and retrieved his pants, which had been tossed over the side of the couch earlier when the temperature in the house had gotten out of control. He slid into his jeans, and walked back to his door to retrieve the bashful teenager. "Hey, c'mon in."
"Oh, okay." Maria peeked through her eyes. Seeing that the coast was clear, she walked inside, carrying a backpack. "Is Naomi home?"
"No, she left for college this morning."
"Oh." Maria's face fell. She stood in the living room, her eyes brimming over. Jason watched her for a few seconds, wondering what the deal was. Maria fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, swaying back and forth.
"Can I help you with something?" Jason asked, and the dam broke. Maria cried, alternating between nodding and shaking her head. Jason took her by the hand and led her out to the dining room, where he took her backpack from her and sat her at the table. Concerned, he sat next to her, gently rubbing her back. Maria babbled incoherently, but he couldn't make out what she was saying.
Giving up, he got his cellphone out and looked up Maria's parents' phone number. Maria's parents were pretty strict, and had called him on a few different occasions to make certain that Maria was at his home where she said she would be. For some reason unknown to him, they treated him like a long lost relative, always inviting him over for family events, barbecues, and one time to help her dad fix the furnace. It wasn't entirely uncommon for Jason to accept, spending his afternoon with over a dozen people who spoke a language he barely understood, but Maria's mother was one hell of a cook.
"Hello?" The woman on the other end of the phone sounded very tired, an exhaustion in her tone that carried through the phone lines, threatening to drag Jason down with it.
"Hey, Camille? Jason Dawes." Silence on the other end of the line. "Look, so Maria showed up at my door and she seems pretty upset. Is everything okay over there?"
The sigh on the other end of the line said it all. "No, not really. Maria and her father got into a huge fight about college. I won't bore you with the details, but Maria packed a bag and left. Can I talk to her?"
"Maria? It's your mother." Jason held out the phone, and Maria took it. She spoke softly into the receiver, a rush of Spanish that Jason couldn't follow at all. After a few minutes, Jason retrieved his beer from the front room, muting Game of Thrones to keep an ear out for Maria. Nearly ten minutes passed when Maria wandered into the living room, holding the phone out for Jason to take.
"Hi." Jason set down his beer, standing up. He couldn't help it; he always paced when he was on the phone.
"I have a huge favor to ask of you," Camille began. "When Maria and her father argued, some things were said. Feelings were hurt on both sides. Maria has asked me if she could stay at your place tonight."
"I mean, I have no problem with that, but I already told her Naomi left for college this morning."
"And that's the huge favor. Most of her friends have already left, and the ones who haven't are not the girls I want Maria going to for advice. She just wants somewhere quiet to stay for the evening, and I would feel much better knowing that she is safe at your place. Is that too much to ask?"
"Oh, no, that's fine. She can stay in Naomi's room. I totally get it. When I was her age, my dad and I fought all the time." Jason watched Maria rub the tears out her eyes. He filled up a glass of water, handing it to her when he walked past. "I'm not back on at work for a few more days, so she can stay up until then."
"I think tonight is all she will need. Those two are like fireworks-they burn bright and loud, but not for very long." Camille sighed. "Thank you for being a good friend. Naomi is lucky to have you."
"I do my best Camille. Tell Marco hi for me." Jason hung up the phone, staring at the pretty Latina in his dining room. "Okay, it's just you and me. You hungry?"
Maria nodded.
"Tell you what. Why don't you go drop your stuff off in Naomi's room, and I will get us some dinner defrosted. You like steak?"
Maria nodded again, muttering a thanks as she turned the corner. He could just barely hear how soft her footsteps were to the top of the stairs. Shaking his head, he grabbed a couple of steaks out of the freezer and filled a jug with hot water. Tossing the plastic wrapped steaks into the water, he opened up the fridge and pulled out a couple ears of corn. With the AC gradually cooling the house, he decided that grilling was his best option.
Maria took her time coming back. When she finally reappeared, she had recomposed herself, apparently spending some time in the bathroom fixing what little makeup she was allowed to wear. Jason had already started the grill, prepping a quick rub for the steaks as they warmed to room temperature.
