Edited by Over_Red
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Jack woke up feeling like a million bucks. He stretched out on his bed and took a deep breath. The sheets were softer, the sun was brighter. Even the humidity seemed to be absent from the atmosphere.
A smile came on his face unbidden as he realized he hadn't dreamed the day before. He was no longer a virgin. He had eaten Mia out and fucked her before she rode him like a woman possessed. And all he had to do to get a repeat performance was to flash a small, violet crystal at her.
He got up and put on a fresh pair of boxers, slacks and a clean T-shirt. Everything smelled of fabric softener and felt good against his skin. He practically skipped and whistled as he went downstairs to wash up and brush his teeth. Even the knowledge that there was a mentalist out there, somewhere, using his power to rape women didn't lower his spirits. He was going to get to him soon enough.
It was almost ten a.m., but he was in the mood for breakfast. He went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and considered its contents. He felt like eating something quite substantial today and he wanted to serve breakfast in bed to Mia, too.
He hardly noticed Janice saying, "I didn't hear you come in last night. When did you get home?"
"Oh...late, I guess." He rubbed his chin and took out the bottle of yoghurt and some fruit. A nice smoothie felt like the ideal starter.
"What's that?"
Jack held up the peaches in his hand and gave Janice a look. "Peaches."
She pointed at his neck. "No, I meant, what's
that
? There's something on your neck." Jack frowned and rubbed over the spot on his neck she was pointing at. She gasped and walked up to him. "Jack Watts! You have a hickey!" He blushed in embarrassment. Mia had bitten him on the neck to muffle her orgasmic cries last night. He couldn't help but grin goofily at the memory. "Shame on you!"
"What?"
"Shame on you! You had sex with a girl last night, didn't you?"
"Oh, we are so not having this conversation, Janice."
"That's right! This isn't going to be a conversation! This is going to be me talking and you listening, for once, Jack! What were you thinking?"
"Settle down, Janice!"
"No, I will not settle down! I know what happened last night. I will not be quiet while you, you throw away your future."
"What?"
Janice pointed upwards and lowered her voice. "That girl is trying to get pregnant with your child, so you'd-"
Jack rounded on Janice with a menacing glare. "Finish that sentence, Janice," he deliberately said, "and we will have ourselves an argument." Spot emitted a dangerous, low growl from the hallway, reacting to the speed of his master's mood swing. Jack almost instantly cooled off. He sent the dog the order to go outside and stay there.
Janice watched the dog go away and then looked up at Jack with an insulted expression on her face. She was quiet, so Jack just sighed and went back to loading the blender with fruit.
Hardly a minute passed before Janice said, "Such a cliché. Doing it on prom night. I mean, if you're going to risk eternal damnation for a piece of tail, you should at least do it under your own terms, and not...on prom night, like all the other sheep."
Jack closed his eyes and sighed. There used to be a time when Janice's lectures on right and wrong were eagerly accepted by him. They were all the wisdom he would ever need in his life. They were the truth, the gospel according to Mom, and he had listened in awe and even enjoyment. Janice and he never had an affectionate relationship, but he had respected her, back before she turned out to be a hypocrite that was repeatedly cheating on her husband with a married man.
When she started with her lecture on sin, he slammed the lid of the blender shut and turned it on to tune out her voice. She shook her finger at him and gave her sermon, trying to be louder than the blender. She cared not for his glare, or the deep breaths he was drawing to try and stay cool.
The blender was done with liquefying his breakfast and Jack stared at it, unwilling to turn it off and have to hear her words. He looked up and saw Mia come into the kitchen. He sighed and reluctantly flipped the switch on the blender.
"-a sinner and not the boy I raised," Janice said. "The devil may as well have gotten into you, for all I know!"
Jack shot Mia a glance, fearing he would see some of the religious guilt from last night reappear on her features. Instead, she was wearing a grin and raised an eyebrow at what Janice was saying. She was a vision of beauty, standing in a slanted ray of light, wearing a faded pink T-shirt that was tight across her ample bosom and lime green hot pants. Even with bed-hair, she was a vision.
"And you," Janice said, turning to the girl. "You did this to him. You led him on. Teased and tempted him. This is all your fault!"
Mia smiled in response and looked over at Jack. "Whatever happened last night was Jack's doing, not mine."
Janice gasped. "You don't even have the decency to deny it!"
"Decency?" Jack grabbed his mother's shoulder and spun her around. "Is that what you think that word means? To lie and hide one's sin? Was fucking Mark behind Dad's back the decent thing to do? Would it have been indecent only if you had done it right in front of him, or out in public, for all the world to see?"
Janice looked shocked at his words and her mouth worked without letting a single sound out. Jack had deliberately avoided talking to her about the affair and the divorce, ever since it had been finalized. It wasn't a topic he ever wanted to get into, but her sanctimony had drawn it out of him.
"You're the only sinner in this room, Janice, so do us all a favor and keep your trap shut!"
After a few tense moments, a tear slid out of the corner of Janice's eye and she left the kitchen. "I'm late for work."
