Mia's Journey: An Erotic Thriller by John Rebell, Zee Ryan Page B
Authors: John Rebell, Zee Ryan
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“Daddy? Are you there?” And pushed send.
The replay was immediate.
“Yes,I am.”
“I want to see you again, Daddy.”
“I’m glad. Because I want to see you again too. When do you want to meet?”
“How about right now?”
“Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.”
H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
Chapter 16
Daddy walked into his empty house. His footsteps echoed on the hardwood floors.
His wife left for Vietnam a week earlier, taking his son with her. He felt empty beyond words that he didn’t have the usual things to do with Big Bear. If his son was here, today they would be going to the big-box home-improvement store, looking for something to build.
They would create a meal plan together, then go to the supermarket and buy all the ingredients and come home and cook it together. For the past three nights, he had gone up to his son’s room and just sat on his son’s bed alone, looking at the little kid mess, the toys strewn haphazard around the floor.
There was his packing mess as well, when he chose what clothes, what toys, what books, he wanted to bring to Vietnam.
He thought about cleaning up the room, but couldn’t bring himself to. It brought him too much comfort seeing it the way his son left it.
Then his thoughts turned to Mia. Sitting there in his son’s room, his actions seemed so alien. He had no idea why he asked her to take her bra off and show him her body.
It was like his actions weren’t his own. Then her last question, “When do I begin my journey?” It seemed so completely natural at the time. What had he done? Why had he opened that door? Because something in him wouldn’t let him say no to her. Something in him wanted to give her what she wanted.
What is this journey? he said into his mind.
A journey you were meant to take , came back the reply.
Those days are long past, he said to himself.
Are they? said the Small Voice.
Daddy walked downstairs and went to the kitchen. He thought about making something to eat but wasn’t really hungry. Besides, it was no fun cooking alone.
To Daddy, cooking was love. Cooking was about making sure the very best of everything went into his son. No store bought processed crap. No fillers, artificial sweeteners or chemicals. He made everything from scratch, so he knew exactly what went into and what was fueling his little boy.
He wasn’t fanatical about it. He didn’t insist on “Free Range” chickens or only organic vegetables, but he only bought the best for his son even so. Then prepared it carefully.
It was a small thing that no one noticed, or even cared about. However, to Daddy, it was everything. It was his internal symbol, his wedding band, of his total devotion and love for his son.
His mind drifted back to Mia. Did he do it because he was just horny, and she was young, and beautiful, and he so missed the touch, the taste, the smell of a beautiful woman? Be honest with yourself. It was sexual once you saw her, sure. But it wasn’t all sexual. Then what is it? Why is the pull so strong?
It’s your journey, repeated the Small Voice.
But I don’t have to take it.
No, you don’t. You have free will.
I have my art. I have my son. I don’t need any more than that.
Are you sure?
He walked downstairs to his office to check his email. As soon as he sat down, his computer chimed, and there was a message from Mia.
“Daddy? Are you there?”
The email exchange was rapid. Both sitting at their computers, firing off one email after another. He ended his by giving her his address.
Why did he do that? Why was he acting without forethought? Daddy was a careful person, never acting in haste, always with a clear plan, a direction, as well as an expected outcome. It was like he abandoned all of his principles. And there was his long-standing rule about American women. You know this is going to be trouble, he chided himself.
He felt her
“Daddy? Are you there?” And pushed send.
The replay was immediate.
“Yes,I am.”
“I want to see you again, Daddy.”
“I’m glad. Because I want to see you again too. When do you want to meet?”
“How about right now?”
“Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.”
H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
Chapter 16
Daddy walked into his empty house. His footsteps echoed on the hardwood floors.
His wife left for Vietnam a week earlier, taking his son with her. He felt empty beyond words that he didn’t have the usual things to do with Big Bear. If his son was here, today they would be going to the big-box home-improvement store, looking for something to build.
They would create a meal plan together, then go to the supermarket and buy all the ingredients and come home and cook it together. For the past three nights, he had gone up to his son’s room and just sat on his son’s bed alone, looking at the little kid mess, the toys strewn haphazard around the floor.
There was his packing mess as well, when he chose what clothes, what toys, what books, he wanted to bring to Vietnam.
He thought about cleaning up the room, but couldn’t bring himself to. It brought him too much comfort seeing it the way his son left it.
Then his thoughts turned to Mia. Sitting there in his son’s room, his actions seemed so alien. He had no idea why he asked her to take her bra off and show him her body.
It was like his actions weren’t his own. Then her last question, “When do I begin my journey?” It seemed so completely natural at the time. What had he done? Why had he opened that door? Because something in him wouldn’t let him say no to her. Something in him wanted to give her what she wanted.
What is this journey? he said into his mind.
A journey you were meant to take , came back the reply.
Those days are long past, he said to himself.
Are they? said the Small Voice.
Daddy walked downstairs and went to the kitchen. He thought about making something to eat but wasn’t really hungry. Besides, it was no fun cooking alone.
To Daddy, cooking was love. Cooking was about making sure the very best of everything went into his son. No store bought processed crap. No fillers, artificial sweeteners or chemicals. He made everything from scratch, so he knew exactly what went into and what was fueling his little boy.
He wasn’t fanatical about it. He didn’t insist on “Free Range” chickens or only organic vegetables, but he only bought the best for his son even so. Then prepared it carefully.
It was a small thing that no one noticed, or even cared about. However, to Daddy, it was everything. It was his internal symbol, his wedding band, of his total devotion and love for his son.
His mind drifted back to Mia. Did he do it because he was just horny, and she was young, and beautiful, and he so missed the touch, the taste, the smell of a beautiful woman? Be honest with yourself. It was sexual once you saw her, sure. But it wasn’t all sexual. Then what is it? Why is the pull so strong?
It’s your journey, repeated the Small Voice.
But I don’t have to take it.
No, you don’t. You have free will.
I have my art. I have my son. I don’t need any more than that.
Are you sure?
He walked downstairs to his office to check his email. As soon as he sat down, his computer chimed, and there was a message from Mia.
“Daddy? Are you there?”
The email exchange was rapid. Both sitting at their computers, firing off one email after another. He ended his by giving her his address.
Why did he do that? Why was he acting without forethought? Daddy was a careful person, never acting in haste, always with a clear plan, a direction, as well as an expected outcome. It was like he abandoned all of his principles. And there was his long-standing rule about American women. You know this is going to be trouble, he chided himself.
He felt her
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