you knock?” Katie’s voice sputtered, blowing out smoke.
“What? Like you?” Marge teased. Strolling to the CD player, she turned down the volume.
She saw a worried look pass the boy’s face as he tugged a sheet over his legs, but Marge wasn’t mad. Teenagers needed to have fun and as long as they did it in the safety of someone’s home, she was fine with it.
Feeling the weight of the evening, Marge needed to unwind.
Crossing the room, she pushed a pile of Katie’s clothes onto the floor and sat down onto a plush chair. She motioned to the boy to pass her the doobie. Now that she had a clearer view of his face, she recognized him as Tony Shaw’s son.
Another old family from town…
Marge took a drag and leaned back closing her eyes. From her job at the florist, she knew all of the well-to-do families in town and that was why she thought she belonged with Brian. He could give her everything she ever wanted and she would give him connections. Brian was motivated and wasn’t afraid of chasing down a new challenge. When Marge gave him a few hints that she was open to an affair, he wasted no time in coming to her bed. She liked that about him.
The only thing now was Angela – she was like the stacks of paperwork at Staples where Marge worked before marrying Williston. The old wife needed to be filed away before Brian could begin anew.
That or put through the shredder.
“Mom,” Katie’s voice cut through her musings. “I’m talking to you.”
Marge gazed over at her daughter. It amazed her how similar the two looked. “Sorry.”
“I thought you were spending the night with Brian at Ho Jo’s,” Katie murmured.
“I decided to make him work for it a little longer.”
Wanting to give the teens their privacy, Marge inhaled one last time and passed the joint to her daughter. The pot tasted like burning straw, but the effect was marvelous. As she stood, her entire body felt much more relaxed. Her eyes darted to Tony’s boy, and gave an approving nod to Katie. He already had broad shoulders and a muscled chest. Coupled with his dark hair and blue eyes, he was going to be a good looking man.
It’s a shame Brian can’t stop over, but at least Katie’s having fun.
“I’ll talk to you about it tomorrow. Make sure you lock up before you go to bed.”
Closing the door behind her, Marge padded to her room. Only slightly bigger than Katie’s, she had just enough space for her queen size bed and two bureaus. Switching on her lava lamp, Marge carefully removed each piece of jewelry, and placed them delicately in a ceramic dish.
Next to her bed, she kept a bottle of Sauza tequila. It never tasted good without salt and lemon, but she had grown to appreciate the smoothness at bedtime. Opening the bottle, she placed it to her lips and took a slow sip. The booze swirled across her tongue, settling her for a peaceful sleep.
As she pulled off her clothes and slipped under the faux fur covers, she imagined what Brian’s bedroom looked like. With Angela’s taste, it surely was drab. Out of all the times they snuck off to have sex, he had never once suggested they go back to his place.
Closing her eyes, she tried imagining what it would be like to unpack her things in his room. She imagined a four poster bed, maybe even the kind that was so high in the air she would need a little step stool to climb up on it. Of course, she’d purchase new sheets and a comforter. Partial to animal prints and satin, she’d want something to remind him each day that he no longer slept with a stiff.
Smiling, Marge’s thoughts began to drift off until all she could recall was the soft, pliable leather of Brian’s SUV.
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KATIE
Thursday 9:45 PM
“You’re beautiful.” In small circles, Davey traced his finger around her naval. His touch tickled, causing the fine blonde hairs on her
“What? Like you?” Marge teased. Strolling to the CD player, she turned down the volume.
She saw a worried look pass the boy’s face as he tugged a sheet over his legs, but Marge wasn’t mad. Teenagers needed to have fun and as long as they did it in the safety of someone’s home, she was fine with it.
Feeling the weight of the evening, Marge needed to unwind.
Crossing the room, she pushed a pile of Katie’s clothes onto the floor and sat down onto a plush chair. She motioned to the boy to pass her the doobie. Now that she had a clearer view of his face, she recognized him as Tony Shaw’s son.
Another old family from town…
Marge took a drag and leaned back closing her eyes. From her job at the florist, she knew all of the well-to-do families in town and that was why she thought she belonged with Brian. He could give her everything she ever wanted and she would give him connections. Brian was motivated and wasn’t afraid of chasing down a new challenge. When Marge gave him a few hints that she was open to an affair, he wasted no time in coming to her bed. She liked that about him.
The only thing now was Angela – she was like the stacks of paperwork at Staples where Marge worked before marrying Williston. The old wife needed to be filed away before Brian could begin anew.
That or put through the shredder.
“Mom,” Katie’s voice cut through her musings. “I’m talking to you.”
Marge gazed over at her daughter. It amazed her how similar the two looked. “Sorry.”
“I thought you were spending the night with Brian at Ho Jo’s,” Katie murmured.
“I decided to make him work for it a little longer.”
Wanting to give the teens their privacy, Marge inhaled one last time and passed the joint to her daughter. The pot tasted like burning straw, but the effect was marvelous. As she stood, her entire body felt much more relaxed. Her eyes darted to Tony’s boy, and gave an approving nod to Katie. He already had broad shoulders and a muscled chest. Coupled with his dark hair and blue eyes, he was going to be a good looking man.
It’s a shame Brian can’t stop over, but at least Katie’s having fun.
“I’ll talk to you about it tomorrow. Make sure you lock up before you go to bed.”
Closing the door behind her, Marge padded to her room. Only slightly bigger than Katie’s, she had just enough space for her queen size bed and two bureaus. Switching on her lava lamp, Marge carefully removed each piece of jewelry, and placed them delicately in a ceramic dish.
Next to her bed, she kept a bottle of Sauza tequila. It never tasted good without salt and lemon, but she had grown to appreciate the smoothness at bedtime. Opening the bottle, she placed it to her lips and took a slow sip. The booze swirled across her tongue, settling her for a peaceful sleep.
As she pulled off her clothes and slipped under the faux fur covers, she imagined what Brian’s bedroom looked like. With Angela’s taste, it surely was drab. Out of all the times they snuck off to have sex, he had never once suggested they go back to his place.
Closing her eyes, she tried imagining what it would be like to unpack her things in his room. She imagined a four poster bed, maybe even the kind that was so high in the air she would need a little step stool to climb up on it. Of course, she’d purchase new sheets and a comforter. Partial to animal prints and satin, she’d want something to remind him each day that he no longer slept with a stiff.
Smiling, Marge’s thoughts began to drift off until all she could recall was the soft, pliable leather of Brian’s SUV.
1 5
KATIE
Thursday 9:45 PM
“You’re beautiful.” In small circles, Davey traced his finger around her naval. His touch tickled, causing the fine blonde hairs on her
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