Hearts Breaking Even
Hearts Breaking Even
Title:
Hearts Breaking Even
Author:
Mary Eve Parker ms.parker@gmx.at
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Can
find the story under: www.angelfire.com/tv2/pretendersmut
Note:
The title is taken from a Bon Jovi Song I love a lot, form the album “These
days” which is special to me because it was my very first concert I attended.
Lyrics:
www.songlyrics.co.nz/lyrics/b/bonjovi/heartsbreaking.htm
Response
to: Tiffany’s February List challenge
Rating:
Hey, it’s me, guess …. NC-17
THANKS:
to Loel and Melanie – what would I do without them? Really, Melanie ….LY
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"Shut up
Broots! Go with Sydney
on my own!” I shouted and left them.
The sun was
shining down, warm on my face; I should buy some spring clothing when I get
back to my hotel room, before I head upstairs. My black trousers are too warm
for this weather. I never thought that it could get this warm in early April in
Vienna
I am even able to
smell the different flowers – tulips, iris and daffodils. I have been in
to visit all those important discos and some monuments. Juste she short views
on the major hall and the Schönbrunn castle, things I thought my dad would like
to see pictures of, but he never did.
We had a lead on
Jarod that brought us to Austria
because Broots got sick. Thanks to the crew, I didn’t sit next to him during the
flight. He got a seat near the toilets. Syd said that he wasn’t alright back
home, so maybe I should have asked him first, before booking the flights,
maybe. But hell, I am the boss over here, so he has to do what I want.
So, here we are
now, in the botanic garden
it’s much warmer than it was in Russia. I'm getting
pretty warm in my sweater.
Syd and Broots
are searching for Jarod on the left side of the garden and me on the right, the
one which seems to be near the castle. I asked the taxi driver what it is called.
He grinned and said that it’s “Belvedere”.
At this time, I
started to remember that it was built by a prince called Eugene of Savoy, I
read this in a book about Austrian history when I was at boarding school in
during the years.
Broots had found
the lead on Jarod, or maybe it was just a trick of my rat boy, I am not sure.
Maybe he is still in Delaware
have the feeling that he is very close to us, maybe just a few days and we’ll
have him.
I try to
concentrate on the people who are studying the flowers in the garden. I read at
the entry, when I was waiting for Broots and Syd that it’s a part of the
University. They are mostly students. The park is full of young people, younger
than me but on the benches, there are old couples or mothers with their
children.
I decided to stop
at the small fountain, to watch the people a little, drink some water, and get
rid of my sweater. Under it I was wearing a soft white linen blouse, matching
my underwear. I really need to buy some lighter clothes. I’ll die in these
black jeans of mine if I have to wear them every day, if the heat persists.
I saw a young
mother, maybe aged eighteen or nineteen), I'm not sure, with her baby. She was
nursing him, while a two-year-old was playing with stones in front of her. She
was looking relaxed and calm, smiling at her baby.
On another bench,
I saw an old couple, in their mid-seventies. The man with white hair was
talking to his wife. They laughed at something he said and were holding hands.
Will I ever be
able to sit somewhere with a baby in my arm or just with the man in my life,
arm in arm, for an hour without being disturbed, without being afraid of being
caught? I guess not. It would be a miracle.
I could see Broots
and Sydney through the trees and bushes. They were talking to each other. I
wasn’t even able to talk to Syd in the same way as Broots doermalrmally. I’m
hidden, always, hidden inside myself.
Slowly I went up
to the church, a small Catholic church which was held by nuns. We’d decided to
meet up there, because I wanted to talk to the priest. He was the connection we
had with Jarod. By the botanic garden, the entry of the church goes through the
playground of the Catholic kindergarten.
I knocked twice
and a nun opened the small door. She looked friendly and smiled at me.
“Was kann ich für
Sie tun?” she asked me and I tried to collected the few German phrases I
remembered and figured out that she may have asked me if she can help me in any
way.
“I want to talk
to Father Paul," I said and smiled at her.
"Oh, yes, of
course," she said, “you have to be Miss Parker. Come with me, I will take
you to him.”
Slowly I went
through the garden, watching my feet and trying not to see those happy children
playing in their sandbox. They giggled and did other typical childish things that
all kids do.
“Father Paul,
this is Miss Parker,&q the the nun introduced me. In front of me was a young
man sitting, maybe in his early forties. He was wearing black jeans and a grey
polo. His hair was short, he was tall and slim, and he was wearing thin
glasses.
“It’s an honour
to meet you, Miss Parker," he said in broken English.
“I hope Jarod has
told you something nice of me too.” I answered with a grin and we shook hands.
Father Paul smiled back.
“Let’s go for a
little walk. Okay?”
“Sure, whatever
you want.” I mumbled.
I couldn’t
believe it but it was the first time in ages that I felt comfortable around a
priest, the first time since Mum died.
“You aren’t
Austrian, are you, Father Paul?” I asked shyly. I have never been comfortable
talking to priests.
“You are right,
Miss Parker, I am Slovakian, but please call me just Paul. Father makes me feel
like I am already as old as the Pope.”
We both laughed.
The man really laughed with me.
“You know that
Jarod and I met. I figured it out long ago, that it was important for him, that
I will tell you everything.”
“You figured it
out? Jarod is normally an open book …”
“No, Miss Parker,
he’s a very shy little boy if you know him like I know him. He gave me
something for you, but I am not sure that you’ll be comfortable with it. He
told me that you two have a very complicated relationship. This present seems
to be rather personal. He has told me what it is, I haven't looked at it. It’s
yours. I have it st und under my bed in my room.”
We sat down on a
small bench near the water fountain, the one where I paused on my way up.
“The water is
pretty fine and yoem tem to sweat a little. Do you want some?” I just nodded.
From an old woman
near the fountain, he got a glass. She seemed to sell them or hand them out.
And he brought me the glass of water.
I remember the
time in Italy
the pipes, pretty good water directly from the style='font-family:Arial'>Alps.
But that was long ago. I read that they sprinkle their plants with this great
water, and this was pretty good. It didn’t smell and tasted perfect. I really
let it run through my mouth, from one side to the o.
We spoke a little
before we went up to his room. Paul’s room wasn’t too small but far away from
being pretty big, maybe as big as my bedroom. I was standing in the door frame
and really felt uncomfortable to stand in a pris prs private room. He knelt
down and pulled a box out from under the bed.
l'>“This it is. Open
it at home, alone. I won’t tell you what’s inside, but be sure that nobody sees
it. I don’t want you to be humiliated.” He smiled at me with a soft red flush
over his pale cheeks. “I wish you some nice days here in Vienna, Miss Parker
and take care of yourself.”
Outside the
church I met Broots and Syd again, talking about the sense behind being
religious. I knew that Sydney was religious, Catholic, but never thought about
Broots this way.
“Any news?” Syd
asked me and pointed to the box.
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something from Father Paul. I shall take care of it.” I lied, “I am tired boys,
let’s call it a day.”
will please you” Broots said with a grin on his lips.
to get into my room to open it. The box wasn’t big, and Paul gave me a bag for
it, so that nobody was able to see the red tissue paper in which it was
wrapped. What could it be?
Finally I was
alone in room, fresh out of the shower. My hair was still damp and honestly I
was tired as hell. This day hadn’t been as pectpected, not as I’d expected
Vienna to be in spring.
I was wearing my
robe. The door to the adjoining room, where Sydney and Broots were, was
locked. Whatever Jarod wanted to give me, I don’t want one of those two freaks
to see it.
I sat down on the
bed, next to the box. Well it seemed to me that it was time to open it and see
what my personal freak got me.
Slowly I let the
loop glide open, it felt like satin and it was dark blue. My favourite colour.
Suddenly I noticed that it had started to rain and heard the sound of drops
against the window pane, softly like the sound of music. It reminded me of the
day I told Jarod about rain and the sound it made against my window and how
much I was afraid of it. I remember clearly that he said nothing against it,
and I told him further more, that during these rainy nights I was unable to
sleep. Sometimes my mum came to my room to calm me down but after she died,
nobody came to calm me, nobody was ever home.
So the loop was off.
I let my fingers trace through the point where the paper was put together with
a piece of adhesive tape –cute, not even super glue this time. I opened the box
and saw it. God, why now Jarod? In this box I found my dear old teddy bear, one
I had given to Jarod. I had totally forgotten that I had given this bear to him
all those years ago. So many things had happened but Jarod had still taken care
of him, well Mr. Spooky d ned need some tender loving care, but this is
something I could take care of, maybe.
I took the bear
out of the box and found under it a note from Jarod.
“Meet
me there where many ways get you into but just one brings you out. The place we
always met, so nobody can find us. Ask the man at the reception where this
could be. Always, J.”
God Jarod you and
your games! How shall I know what he means with this, one way out and many ways
in? Somewhere where we met when we were young? Somewhere nobody can find us
because just one way brings you to the place you want to head to? Only one
place? Jarod, please, once without any riddles, just once please.
Suddenly the
phone next to me rang and I nearly fell off the bed because it startled me.
“Yes?” I asked
shyly, not sure who had this number.
“So you’ve been
at Father Paul’s?” this remarkable male voice said.
“Sure, like
always, just one step behind you. But you know Jarod, once …”
“Stop it Parker,
I will always be one in front at least as long as I want to be because you know
that I am able to do so. Even if I am one step behind you, you wouldn’t even
recognize it because you are so fixed on finding me that you don’t even risk looking
back, once.”
”What do you mean?” I asked, not sure what he wanted to tell me with this
cryptic sentence.
“Were you hot in
your sweater today?” He said and I could already feel him smile through the
phone.
“You were at the
botanic garden, great. So why didn't you give me the gift in person. Afraid I would
shoot you?”
“You wouldn’t
shoot me in front of a clerical. Parker you won’t even be able to shoot me if I
was under your bed now.”
Right, he was
right. I couldn’t shoot him, not even if he was under my bed. I wasn’t able to
see him hurt. Shit, this can't be Parker, this can't be. You hto bto bring him
back so you get your life and he gets the life they want. No chance to change
this plan.
“So see you
tomorrow at three.”
“Where is the place
I will find you? I haven't a clue what you mean with that!”
“Think, where did
we met when we were young in secret?”
“The vent
system.” I answered knowing.
“Okay and what is
the vent system at all? I mean if you see it all in all and not just the place
we met. I mean there are many ways to get into the system but just one way to
get out of the Centre, isn’t it so?” he said, knowing that he was right.
These were the
last words he said before I heard the dial tone. At least I realised what the
riddle should tell me now.
I changed into a
pair of dark blue Levis
sleeves and headed in my nice typical American cowboy boots downstairs to the
reception to ask where this could be.
“Sorry sir, I
have a question. May you tell me where I can find any labyrinths in
“I’d say one of
the most famous is at Schönbrunn, in park behind the castle. There are some
smaller ones and some tourists call the small streets from the city back to the
hotel a comp lab labyrinth, but if you are looking for a real one, go to
Schönbrunn.”
“Schönbrunn,
that’s the big old castle isn’t it? The one next to the zoo?”
“Yes, you are
right Miss. Ever been to Vienna
an old man, maybe in his late sixties, with green eyes and short white hair.
His smile was lovely. Unfortunately, I never knew any of my grandparents, I
never met one of them. I always wondered how it would be to have somebody to
tell you how it was in the past. I’ve learned a lot in history, in all the
boarding schools in Europe
family, never.
“Not really Sir
and thank you, you’ve been a big help.”
With the paper in
my hand I got back into the elevator and thought about it. He was good, pretty
good with riddles, but I wouldn’t have solved this without his help. Never.
I played with the
paper in my hand tud turned it from one side to the other one and I now noticed
that this was a used sheet of paper; I mean something was written on the
backside of it. God this was my handwriting!
“Things
I want to DO when I grow up
kiss a boy
become a grandmother
read all books my
Alexandre Dumas
once hug Cary Grant
go to
have kids
once see the
ride on a camel
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like Winnetou
…. “
Where did Jarod get
this from? I can remember writing it, I must have been seven or eight. He had
made his list too and, god, yes, we’d exchanged them to hide them. Once, when
we’d be grown up we wanted to re-exchange them, so that everybody could see if
this had happened or not yet.
“Do you always
have to remind me of those things?” I mumbled like a whisper on the way to my
room.
“Where did you
come from?” Sydney
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“I have just been
downstairs and grabbed a bite to eat. Hope you don’t mind that I didn't wait
for you.”
“No problem,
Parker, we just finished showering and wanted to go downstairs on our own. Have
a nice evening,” he said. Broots nodded with a smile and they went towards the
elevator. I unlocked the door and got into my room.
“How could that
happen?” I asked myself when I saw the fresh arrangement of red roses on the
table in front of the window.
“Always
a step near you! J.” was written on the paper next to it.
“God Jarod, it’s
always about you, the time and you haven't even a clue about it.”
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“Morning Sydney”
I said when he came downstairs for lunch and I headed back to my room with a
big bag from Steffl, one of the most expensive clothes shopping centres of
Vienna, well maybe it’s the most expensive of Vienna. I don’t know.
“What did you buy
Miss Parker? ask asked me and smiled. Sydney mostly always
smiled at me. He always seems to be able to read me.
“Just some
lighter things to wear, I nearly died yesterday. How can it be that hot in
spring?” I asked him and laughed softly.
“Well you know it
can, you nearly grew up in Europe
in all very warm, even for Vienna
“Okay
dinner.” I said then turned around and went up.
I could feel his
eyes on my back, wondering why dinner and not lunch. But
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I paid the taxi
driver for the distance from the hotel to Schönbrunn, the old yellow painted
castle I remembered very well from some books and postcards. It was really an
amazing building. I once read, I think yes, that it should look like
and that’s the reason why it is smaller than the original.
I slowly
sauntered through the pre-park of the castle, where some small tourist shops
were, and lots of Japanese tourists took photos of them in front of the castle.
I was wearing my
new short light blue linen outfit - a short skirt and a soft dress jacket in
the same style, somehow similar to my mother’s Channel outfits. But this dress
jacket didn’t have any buttons, instead it holds together with rivets which were
nearly invisible because they had the same colour as the jacket. I wasn’t
wearing any shirt under it, just some white lace underwear I’ve bought at a
shop called Palmas which seemed to be like Victoria’s Secret to me, but more
classic, more like me.
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I wandered
slowly, letting the warm spring sun shine on my face, through the entry to the
castle park. In front of me, uphill, I saw the fascinating Gloriette where a
nice “Kaffee” shall be in, as I was told by the taxi driver. He said something
like “Best Melange up there” or something like that. I can't remember which
type of coffee “Melange” really is, but I guess its something typical Viennese,
like so many things.
I saw a small
plan on the side way of the stony walk I was going along. The labyrinth? Well I
have to go the second right. Okay, let’s try to remember the way then because
it was shown on the plan, how to come to the middle of it. It seems to be made
out of bushes which are cut in the right way to make a labyrinth. Typical
Renaissance! I started to like it really.
I made my way
along a couple of benches where old people where sitting, relaxing in the midday sun, talking to each other. On the one side, I noticed two old man with
a chess board. That’s what I like such a lot about style='font-family:Arial'>Vienna, everybody seems to be such relaxed, nobody cares about time. Well at
least it seems that way.
What is
flight while Syd and Broots were asleep? It’s famous for the “Kaffeehäuser”,
like we’d say coffee shops and really you have one of them on every corner,
well then for “Mozartkugeln” – something sweet I don’t like a lot. It’s made of
chocolate and marzipan and seems to melt in your mouth. Then they love sitting
outside in parks a lot, that’s what we like too I guess. They are famous for
their old buildings – and I have just seen a few of them, let me remember
those. I saw Belvedere
near the hotel. I love the state opera; it’s so different from what I’d seen
before. Somehow it’s similar to other typical European buildings but well it’s
different at all. I also saw “Stefanskirche “ or as the man said to me “Saint
Stefan’s Cathedral”. It’s much more a cathedral than any American I have seen.
It’s a mix of styles. Yes I have made a small shopping walk through the city,
and yes the city is pretty small, the centre at least. Thank God that I haven't
forgotten all my German and pronunciation during the years. It’s a little
Gothic and then a little Romantic. Inside it reminds me too of Canterville, the
simple way, the high church house, the three ships. Sure Anglican Churches are
different, but this one was something special to me. I couldn’t resist heading
to a side altar, where people lit candles. It seems to me like there would be a
sea of burning candles. So I lit one too, for Mamma. I knelt down for a silent
prayer and added:
“I want to swear Mamma,
that I will try not to hurt Jarod today. I’ll try to understand him; try to
think about what he says. Please God, I am not a very religious person, but
please, let me once remember this oath in the minute I need it.” I finished,
made a cross on my chest, like everybody does here and stood up.
Suddenly I saw a
bright light coming through one of the windows and a voice was speaking to me.
I felt like I would freeze and time with me.
“He’ll always be
there for you. He never wanted to see you cry. You’ve been strong through the
years, but now come home child, come home my little girl and show him the girl
you’ve once been. He will not judge the things you have done or said towards
him during the last years, nor will he do anything towards you, nothing you
don’t want him to do. Be yourself my little darling, be the girl I remember and
not the woman you’ve been changed into. Be the little girl who loved Mr. Spooky
so much that you gave him to Jarod, so that he would be able to cuddle with
somebody in bed. The little girl who was able to smile and laugh innocently.
The girl I loved so dearly.” I stood there, looking into the light. I wasn’t
sure but it seemed to me like I’d see mum in there, her beautiful dark hair curling
around her face, her remarkable eyes with this smile in them and a big smile on
her face, which always brightened my day when I saw it.
Suddenly an old
woman grabbed me as she nearly fell to the floor. This ripped me out of my
dream or whatever it was. I caught her just in time.
“Entschuldigung,”
she said to me and I smiled at her. “Sie verstehen style='font-family:Arial'>mich nicht oder?” she asked me, but I was just smiling at her.
“Ich verstehe sie, aber mein
Deutsch ist nicht mehr das Beste. Es ist lange her dass ich es gesprochen
habe.“
"Sie sind Amerikanerin?“
she asked me and I nodded in agreement, my accent obviously noticeable .
“Es ist gut zu wissen dass
auch junge Leute noch an Gott glauben, es ist doch so selten geworden, dass man
ein junges Gesicht in den altern Mauern hier sieht“ she said and I nodded in
agreement.
It really has
been a long time since I have to in church or even said a prayer for anybody. I
had lost the rest of my faith with Thomas' death. If God had been there,
nothing would have happened because he’d have protected him.
I said goodbye to
the old lady and she said that she’ll include me in her prayers and I thanked
her for it and left the church.
Was it really my
mother?
So I was walking
through the castle park now, thinking about the day. Many things have happened
since we landed. I had completely forgotten- I smiled at the thought - to tell
Syd and Broots where I was going. It was better this way because if Jarod did
really show up, I would want him alone, not to share him with my friends?
Within a couple
of minute I was standing at the “entry” of the labyrinth. There were a couple
of ways going from where I was standing. Some kids were playing around my feet
and I needed to watch where I was stepping.
A woman with a
baby in her arms was sitting nearby to watch the children when the blanket fell
from her knee. It was like a mutual reflex to pic it up. I went towards her,
knelt down and picked it up. It was a soft and cosy light blue baby blanket.
The woman just smiled and thanked me bur bar baby started to cry again and she
started to nurse, so it was time for me to leave without words.
I guessed that I
remembered the right way would be number four, but I was wrong when I headed
through it for about ten minutes. So I went back, which wasn’t that easy at
all. Where was my photographic memory? So I was standing at the entry again and
thinking.
“Drei,” the
little boy next to me whispered and I bent down to his height.
“Was hast du gesagt?”
I asked and he put three little fingers up to let me know that I should try
three.
“Danke,” I said
and smiled at the boy. He was cute. A little three year old with blond curls
and big blue eyes. Sooner than his mother might think he’ll be breaking the
girls’ hearts.
I turned around
again to see four or five kids in a circle, hand in hand singing:
“Ringl, ringl reia,
simma unsa dreia, simma unterm Hollabusch, machen alle husch husch husch,” they
sang and giggled.
A child’s rhyme,
how long was it since I have heard such a line? Long, that’s sure.
I went into three
and really it was the right way. I managed to remember the right crossings, the
right corners to look at and finally I stood in the middle of it where a small
table was standing, decorated with fine porcelain dishes, wine glasses and a
bottle of white wine was standing in the cooler. Cheese and vines were served
on a separate dish, near some bread.
“You made it,” I
heard a whisper from behind that made me shudder. It was him, really him,
standing behind me. God bless my soul if this wasn’t one of the most erotic
acts I have ever been in – a little whisper and I was melting, aroused from
just the voice and the breath which hit my neck.
I couldn’t turn
around to let him see my dilated pupils. And I didn’t need to because he made
his way around me, sitting down at the one side of the table.
“If I remember
your habits well, you haven't eaten lunch yet. Have you?”
“No Jarod but how
can you be sure that I haven't brought somebody with me?” I asked and sat down
on the other side.
”I know you. I knew that if you would come and find me, you would come alone.”
”Why?” I nearly whispered.
“I know you well
Parker remember this,” he said and smiled. He looked great. He wasn’t wearing
the usual black, instead he wore a dark green polo shirt and beige trousers,
and over his shoulders was a wool pullover in dark red. God he was just
looking more than handsome.
“You look good,”
he said while he put a vine in his mouth. “Some wine?” he asked me and I nodded.
“Thanks, you
don’t look that bad either.”
“Oh and that’s
out of Miss Parker’s mouth –I can't believe that I heard it.”
“I am not Miss
Parker today, I am …”
“Lilly,” he said
a d a deep breath. His eyes had found mine. If it were possible I would be a
puddle, melted to the floor.
“Yes Lilly, call
me Lilly please.”
“Am I right that
nobody has called …”
”Yes since mum is dead.”
We both nodded
and sipped at the wine. Many things were going through my head now and one of
the main things was which type of wine it is. I was not sure yet, maybe a
Zierpfandler, because it tasted somehow like strawberry and quince but it could
also be any other erotic fruit. Sure as aas a light wine, with a pleasant
acidity.
“You like the
wine?” he asked me with a smile on his lips.
“Sure it’s a good
one. Which type?” I asked shyly.
“Oh I thought you’d “Tell him that “I wanted to see “I thought you “As much as I I wasn’t able to
guessed. It’s a Zierpfandler 2001 I guess.” He turned the bottle a little. “Yes
2001. I bought it from a friend of mine, from a small town near
with wines. This is one of his, well now his son-in-law's.”
it’s a very good wine, fresh and light, and not too sweet but full of fruit.” I
said and smiled at him. Stop smiling, I told myself but somehow it wasn’t
working. He really made me smile all the time.
Jarod?”
you.”
can see me all the time, but I am too stupid to turn around the right way?”
love your butt Lilly, I can't always stare at it. I like the front too.”
agree or disagree, hit him or not for this statement. He was smiling, damn it.
He knew that I can't be angry with him, never could.
and we just sat there, no word was said, no eye contact. Suddenly it started to
get darker.
“Let’s head back
Parker, I think it will start to rain soon.”
I didn’t said a word,
only stood up, helped him to put the things back together into the basket and
we went, nearly ran back through the labyrinth. Thank God that he had a
photographic memory, because the moment we were out of it, it started to rain.
Somehow it seems like somebody really wants to get me wet to my skin. Jarod
lead me to a small house near the labyrinth but it was too late, I was soaked
to my skin.
“I am sorry
Parker,” he said and tried not to stare at me.
“Lilly, Jarod,
it’s Lilly.” Jarod just nodded and turned around; at this moment I noticed that
the linen didn’t let me look very decent.
“It’s nothing you
haven't seen before Jarod. So turn around and be a man.” I joked. He opened the
door and we stepped in. The house was only barely furnished, just a bed, a
small oven, two chairs and a table, some curtains and a cupboard. That was it
till I noticed the iron case on the table. It was Jarod’s “cottage”.
“Sit down and
make yourself comfortable. I’ll get you a decent shirt to change into. It will
cool down fast, so maybe …. I’ll turn on the heater and you can hang your skirt
and the jacket over it. Okay?” I nodded.
I wasn’t really
embarrassed, which was untypical me, especially if it was about Jarod. Normally
I would scream at hhitthitting him, calling him bad names but somehow it didn’t
feel right today. I just wanted to get out of these wet clothes.
While he was
opening the cupboard I had unbuttoned my jacked and hung it over a chair then I
unzipped my skirt and put it over the other one. I was standing there with an
innocent look, for sure, just in my underwear, waiting for him to turn around.
And so he did. He stared at me, starting from my eyes he let his eyes wander
slowly down neck, over the soft white straps of my bra, the beginning of the
lace, my dark erected nipples which were obviously showing in their best way
through the lace – there he stopped slowly – but then his eyes trailed down my
belly over my belly button, my French cut lace panties and finally over my long
legs and my high heels. I really coueel eel his eyes on me, but I didn’t to
care. I haven't a clue what happened to me. The normal Parker would have killed
him for this.
But Jarod was
standing there, innocently, with a shirt in his hands. Slowly he turned around
and grabbed a pair of cotton boxer shorts and handed me both. Then he turned
around again to give me some room to change but I didn’t want that. I wanted
his eyes on me.
”You can watch Jarod; there is nothing new for you here. I am a woman like
every other too.” I whispered. When did my voice get this husky?
“Sure you are,”
he whispered. He wasn’t able to look straight into my face. God this boy was
even shy! Cute that was really cute. He may be a complete man in all ways but
inside he was still this shy boy who hasn’t yet asked a girl out for the
homecoming.
“And why are you
afraid to watch then?” I asked him and went a step towards this handsome guy
with my shirt in his hands.
But he didn’t
answer me. Jarod stood, like frozen, staring at the floor.
With another step
I was standing in front of him, only some inches away, his breath was already
touching my neck.
“Why are you
afraid, Jarod? I'm just a woman.” I said letting my hands trail to my back
where I started slowly to unhook my bra. I let the straps glide their way down
my shoulders and stood there with one arm over my chest to hold the rest of my
bra in place. “And I look l