Sunday Oct 19, 1992
The phone rings just past noon as Nick has just put the bike away, the machine picks up and it's Deej. He grabs it,
"Hey."
"That's for horses. Get your sweet...bump-hump over to Pondo NOW Mister."
"Is that an invitation to lunch?"
"It's an order."
"Do I have to wear pants?"
"For now....OH- good news, guess what?"
"You caught your wayward sibling?"
"Pretty much, and she's NOT pregnant, I'll give you the scoop later."
"Alright, meet ya there, is it the whole fam-damily?"
"Mine and yours..." and she giggles, "mmm, sorry."
"Mmmhmm, see u there in your underwear."
"Sheesh, bye." Click.
Well, this should be a hoot.
By the time he gets out to the strip they were towards the end of the line so he gets to cut in with the party that naturally had Deej at the end. Next to her is a petite blond with shoulder-length, naturally wavy locks who is much prettier than he remembered.
"Do I still call you Sam?" He asks, sensing trouble.
She does the Groucho eyebrows and with sauce, "Honey you can call me anything you want."
Big sister grabs her face and they stare each other down, then Deej turns around, wearing what she had on last night except brought into the now. Neither sister has on makeup nor needs it, this clan really has good genetics.
"Ignore this delinquent...Hi." Then puckers and he obliges.
She looks tired but he wants to stay clear of any talk of whatever went down last night. Instead,
"So you ended up at the same service as my folks?"
"Yup, sat together."
Sam pipes up, "And we behaved," punctuating with a huge knowing wink.
Nick just looks at them, shakes his head, "You know, either Deej makes more sense than ever now or one of you is the milkman's kid."
Since he can't possibly win, the sisters just look at each other and make faces.
The line is slow, everyone has to order then hopefully find seating altogether, but they're slightly ahead of the power curve so it shouldn't be too bad.
Deej turns back to him and asks, "So what did YOU do this morning?"
"Oh....the usual, solved every math problem, cured the common cold, fostered world peace."
The sisters exchange glances and Sam, once again, with a snotty grin, "Where did you find him?"
"Under a rock somewhere."
And this goes on as Nick looks around and marvels how this place never changes, for a while they came here nearly every week after service. Irene loved the salad bar and Ned usually got ribeye or tips, but that was about the time Nick went through an phase where restaurants seemed icky for some reason. Their rolls are sure good tho, even when the ick set in he would have one of those buttery rolls, they’re just…soothing.
His thinking is jarred by Dean winding past the girls, reaching for a handshake," Hey Nick, glad you could join us."
"Hey Dean, yeah good to see ya again."
"Say, do I understand you work with computers these days?"
Evidently his company has an aging fleet of IBMs and are hoping to avoid desperation. Right away his mind goes to the labs at the school being refitted with the moo-cow Gateways, how the open system machines are eating away at proprietary Big Blue dominance.
"We'd be open to a reasonable proposal for the materials and labor, if you know anyone reliable.” Somehow Dean lays this out with the same expectant look that the females use when they hope for a sure, convincing move.
The thing about Dean, slender, neat haircut, five-o'clock shadow, jovial and set-your-watch predictable; he's one of those always with an expression - usually what seems like a permanent smile, but he could see it going the other way when needed, too. Never a blank expression, and in a situation like this he sure sells the need and a willingness to engage.
Nick is too curious, "So, what all do you run, is it just in the office or manufacturing too?"
"Mostly the offices, we have a little network, what is it, a token ring?"
Nick nods. Seems the school is mostly free of Token Ring but Goody would know. Pretty sure his desktop is Ethernet, just uses the thinnet coax that he’d like to put to use with the radios.
Dean continues, "But there are some machines in the shop for the work orders."
"OK but no CNC or automation?"
"Nope, we're pure assembly..." and describes the shop operation.
The line has moved a hitch and the Eversoles are treating the whole group, so Dean scampers to the front and leaves Nick with a spinning head.
Deej leans in as if looking for hot gossip, "What was that about, menfolk talking shop on a sabbath?"
"Yeah, something like that."
She just flashes a weird look until Sam gets her attention and the jabbering continues till they sit down.
Nick had given in and gotten salad bar since he could use some lean griefy vegetables, as he says. Ooh, little cubes of ham. OOH, bleu cheese.
He gets set on the end next to Deej and across from Ned (yep, ribeye and baked potato, for the record) Sam keeps her sister ocupado so he gets to bounce the Dean conversation off the old man..
"Well if you did, um, know someone capable of doing the work, think Hank Deacon would help you with the terms?"
Now that's a thought. Nick adds, "And I'd have to see what kind of time off I can get from the school."
Ned finishes a bite and shrugs, "Pretty sure they'd be glad to work with you on that, it's part of their mission, right?"
Another good point. He can't resist, "Remind me where you got your degree again?"
Ned sighs, "School of Hard Knocks, not some fancy schmancy joint like you pups get to enjoy."
"But you had the Navy."
"Don't remind me."
Deej catches the last part of this. "Your dad is so cool. Why can't you be like that?"
Ned just chuckles.
She leans into Nick, "Once you're done we can take off, I'll follow you...annneeeewhere."
"I scoped out a place we can walk to, if you're not up to bikes."
"Kay. So to your place?"
"Howbout follow me to my old elementary?"
She looks intrigued. "It's a date." Her eyes are so tired; a true soldier.
So it's not long before the party breaks up, can't really linger at the Pondo when they're busy. Nick personally thanks Dean for lunch and will scratch around on what they talked about.
Seems like they can't get to the park quick enough but he takes it easy, and he can't stop glancing at her face in the rear view, the way the shadows frame. Good lord he's in trouble.
They pull in and he sees her fumbling about toward the back seat, grabs something, then lets her seat back. Well, she's changing into jeans it would appear. No one else around so he just leans his driver seat back, nice to have that option these days, and waits her out to avoid trouble.
Pretty soon there's a knock on his window. He looks up to see an expectant look. He cracks the window, "Yaess."
"Get your ass out here."
He un-cracks the window, locks up and leads her around to the back of her car, and gives her a boost onto her trunk.
They are face to face, "Umm, let's sit on a table or walk some, don't you want to hear about last night?"
Nick thinks a minute and she's probably right, "Did you lock it?"
She produces her keys from her denim jacket pocket and dangles with a told-ya-so look.
"Is your purse hidden?"
"Beneath the frikkin' seat." With mockingly clenched teeth.
"Alrighty then."
He helps her down and they walk on, she's already in sneakers and leans on him best she can at her height.
"We need to get you a pillow for these walks."
"Swanson...and what's up, you could have gotten a free show just now."
"I like to pick my moments."
"Yeah that you do. Do you have any idea how that freaked me out, when you grabbed my knee at that camp meeting?"
"Yeah my leg has an idea."
This gets a raspberry, "Well we already covered that."
"OK, from the beginning, you arrived at your folks...."
She just looks at him somewhat expectantly and they pause for some sugar, while embraced, she starts, after a deep breath,
"We talked for a bit, well, Dad turned in, Mom and I actually, can't believe I'm saying this, shared girl talk. Umm, she's...impressed, these days..."
"Hmmm?"
"I'm doing well, taking charge, and talking to someone...."
"Anyone I should know about?"
This just gets a scorcher of a glare.
"Nicky...oh, she calls you that, when we talk, and gets a little giddy."
"Oh my."
She pinches his cheek, "Way to go, stud."
"Go on...PLEASE."
"Alright, alright, so she turns in and I'm bushed but stay camped out on the couch. I wanted to find that jazz radio but, you know."
"Yeah, expecting company."
They walk on toward the school.
"But the couch felt good and next thing I know, well I was alert but not sure why, you know? Then I heard the clicks, the kitchen window."
"Ahh."
"So I get into position around the corner to watch, sure enough, that little dipshit sneaking in to find money or grab something she forgot, whatever. So she gets on her feet and I'm right there at the corner and got her pinned and in a full nelson, Mom and Dad flip on the lights and so it begins."
"How long had she been away?"
"Well, increasingly since school started, straight A student was skipping class and spending more and more time with that punk down the road, I used to beat up his brother."
"Lordy."
She smiles, "The past two weeks she just stayed away, hardly a word except to call Mom and pick fights, just..."
"I gotcha."
"Yeah...well, I basically spent the next hour interrogating…gradually got through the lies, the bullshit, punk moves....long story short, she...God, this is scary - she had that kid wrapped around her finger. Most of it she told me after we went to bed, I made her shower and we had a good talk, but she would...do, you know, favors and get her way, but wouldn't let him do anything she didn't want. She's still...you know, pure, by most standards, at least by hers. It was all just a sick experiment, but, I think I understand why and you might have an idea."
Nick just sighs.
"So...well, I stopped short of laying into my parents, for now, just gotta hope they're up to being there for her. And we ended up sleeping in my old bed and she knew she better still be there in the morning, and she was. I had forgotten how nice it was to be sisters. She even farted on me."
"Thank her for me."
"Bite it. So...morning rolls around and Mom and Dad are ecstatic, but instead of getting us all on our knees - for God only knows how long - they want to share it, hence the hope of running into your folks and I went along for support."
"And you two behaved?"
"Umm, we kinda dozed off leaning on each other. Pretty sure others were laughing at us."
"Did you drool?"
Another glare. "Actually, I forgot to mention...while Sam was in the shower there was a bang at the door, and LET HER OUT, I'll BUST THE DOOR DOWN, LET HER GO."
Nick raises eyebrows.
"So I just go to the door, turn on the porch light, swing it open and stand there. That little turd just gets wide eyed and runs off, nearly trips on a stone at the end of the drive."
"There ya have it."
"Yeap, and when we open the door to leave this morning - OHHH Nick, there's a pile of her clothes and other stuff against the door!"
"Wow."
"Totally - my Dad picks them up....(laughs into her hands)… one of her bras dangling from his thumb, we DIED."
Nick finally has to laugh.
"OHH ohh ohh ohh...the kicker...get ready...just as we're falling asleep and she's still a little teared up lying on my arm, she admitted she had seen my car out back, you know, before she snuck in the window, and left it at that."
"Damn."
They walk on and she seems to have exhausted the battery, he tries,
"Wanna rest a spell?"
"Yeah...that table?" Pointing to it wildly with a silly grin.
He sits on the bench but she hops onto the top, so he turns to face her and she puts her knees on his shoulders, with that grin of hers in full force, and squeezes his head with her knees, and just stares. After a bit she starts to play with the hair above his ears, then leans in for a smooch.
"I don't think I'll ever get used to this."
Nick dares, "I hope we get the chance to just chill out, watch TV sometime."
"And what does that lead to?"
"Well, if we're not...too...secluded..."
"I know, but yes that would be nice, once some things settle down."
"Well I'm anything but settled down right now", and flips her hair over his head and arms and does the Groucho eyebrows, and in that Grover voice, "SMELL MY PHEROMONES!"
"Are those even real?"
"Mine are. So...we are pretty secluded now."
"Watch a cop walk up."
"Well let's be quick then," and starts unbuttoning her top, a light blue one that matches her eyes pretty good.
"What are you doing?"
"Question is, what you gonna do, big boy?"
The light is low beneath their canopy but the air so sweet, intoxicating, just like her energy. He tries to forget looking her dad in the face earlier, this is new ground.
Deej nimbly gets herself undone up front and pops one out, rather dark nipple, coarse and very erect, he complies and she coos slightly.
"You like that?"
"You are incorrigible, lady,” he says between licks."
"Mmm," she takes a deep breath and starts to repack, "OK, that will have to do for now."
"You're pretty sensitive there."
"Umm, Nick, no one else knows this but...I used to put ice cubes on there when jamming out."
"Aye aye ooh."
"Mmmm hmm, and might have been thinking of you."
Nick just looks at her.
"Did I blow your mind?"
"As always, dear."
She smiles and leans in for a smooch. "If we were naked I could pee on you."
"Danielle Jeanne!"
"Well, what's wrong with that?"
Nick looks away for a second. "I'm just...trying to understand..."
"I know, but the thing to understand is that I'm finally free, I'm done fighting with myself and this...cloud..."
"Now that I can understand."
She squeezes her knees together.
He continues, "So...what's next for your sister?"
She flips her hair back, draws a breath and looks toward the open schoolyard, the weather is bringing some kids to the swingsets. "First of all, a meeting with her guidance counselor to salvage her senior year. Next...she's going to apologize to Jeremy and his family. After that, maybe some martial arts, that sure helped me with direction, I can show her a few things to see if it sticks, but she’s so smart and talented, it’s sickening, who knows. I guess she took guitar and really got into it but they never got her one so it was just at school."
"Was she always at Eastern?"
"Yeah, I never understood the logic, they must have thought I needed the church schooling, who knows. But she always did well there but kinda kept to herself, you know."
"Sounds familiar."
"Can I bring her by sometime to, dunno, you two can mess with guitars?"
"Oh yeah, love to."
Another smooch.
She looks off to the open yard again and he can't resist, "You're a tired girl."
"NO idea why," rolling her eyes.
"Wanna head to the house?"
"Yeah."
So they do. They had assumed, and he had kinda hoped, his parents were not yet home but they mentioned they might do this or that, take a drive, so Nick moves her Grand Am to the gravel patch along the street so there's a path to the garage.
He comes back in to find her pretty fast asleep on his bed, still in her All Star high tops. Classic. He does his best to remove the shoes so the girl can get some well-earned rest at least, puts on the classical station, and cracks the window. Sounds like they're doing the Mozart-heavy church organ stuff but it's still soothing.
So now what? Well, some radio would be nice. Paps' old headphones tend to cut out, something to look into, but his walkman-ish ones should be close enough for government work.
There's some fervent contest traffic on 21 MHz and a little up on 28, where he has more privileges, so we'll try that first. The tune-up is super easy, another entry in the notes and he tries a few CQ CQs. Nothing heard. Twiddling the dial uncovers a few beacons fading in and out, after a couple or three listens they seem to be all from around Texas, not surprising, seems there's a hotline path from the midwest to either there, Florida, or sometimes New England or better.
So back down to 21 MHz where there are no beacons that he knows of, seems that takes special permission. There is a signal in the spot where he has privileges, very slow code in the midst of a conversation but he listens in. Sounds like they have a schedule and are catching up about work, family, recent trip to somewhere. Finally the calls, sounds like the northwest US and, yes, the one he hears is around Texas. The one up northwest codes with faster, what is it, Farnsworth? It's the length of the dits and dahs, and not as strong and fades a little here and there.
He turns to check on his sleeping beauty, hasn't moved. It's tempting to cuddle up but, yeah, she needs sleep.
Might as well turn the dial a few clicks and tune up to see if he can get an answer. Refers to his notes and finds the match right where it was before. QRL? QRL? CQ CQ... and so on. Seems some folks use the V V V preamble like in the license tests but that seems a bit random. After some calls it sets in that a lot of folks are in the contest or else enjoying a nice Sunday wherever they are. He tunes up to the voice portion and once again only hears contest traffic, bleh. It might be time to try the tapes with the faster code lessons and upgrade sooner than later, more bands should be more better, right?
Nick shuts off the rig for now and takes apart the old phones, and these almost seem like war surplus or something, the wires are nice and sturdy. After some disassembly he traces the problem down to what looks like a dirty contact, tries a pencil eraser, reassembles, fire up the rig - it's a little better, but still cuts out.
Hmm. How about the wire itself? Tester shows the hot contact on the plug goes to...here...but when moving the cord, ahh, cuts out. All this time he hadn''t thought to unscrew the plug housing. Looks like a solid old-school solder joint. Howbout the plug itself? Meter shows connection between center coax and center plug...what if we wiggle? Seems fine...how about shield? Meter shows - crap, that's where it cuts out.
So, this plug needs replaced. There are a few in the box, some never even soldered, but he doesn't want to stink up the house.
Right about then he hears the garage door open so he slips out, gently closes the door to let them in on the deal.
Irene grins, "From what Nancy told me it was quite a night, she must be tuckered out."
So he heads back upstairs and sure enough, still sawing logs for about an hour now.
Nick is just about to give in and turn on the TV and try to join her tactfully, when the phone rings, and he answers it to squelch the ring. Deej doesn't even stir.
"Swansons."
A female voice, "Is Danni there?"
"Who might this be?"
"It might be your bonus babe, in case you forgot about me."
"You're not forgettable dear, she fell asleep, let me get her."
"Wait - if she wakes up soon, tell her we're taking my niece and nephew to see Mighty Ducks at 5, in case you guys wanna join."
"Oh cool, yeah she's been out about an hour so I'll see, thanks kiddo."
"No problem, JUNIOR...OK, bye."
Nick chuckles, "Bye."
Finally, as if on queue, Deej stirs and looks up.
"How long was I out?"
"About an hour, you must have needed it."
She glances at the door, and motions him over. "Umm...after powdering my nose in there I was...cleaning up and, well, I was pretty close and..." she flushes "...I kinda finished, and man, it was all I could do to wash my hands and get in here."
Nick turns toward the hallway bath, "I'll have to congratulate that toilet,"
She smacks him, "I know you've done worse in there."
He shrugs, "Well I took your shoes off and kept quiet. How do you feel?"
"Kinda groggy."
"OH, April called, they are gonna take the kids to Mighty Ducks at 5 if we wanna go?"
"That could be fun, will keep us out of trouble at least," and hitches her eyebrows as she does. "Should we snag Vance?"
"Was thinking they need to be across from each other at a table, so he can watch her...antics."
"Hey that's pretty good, maybe there's use for you yet." and tweaks his nose.
"Howbout Sam?"
Her eyes get wide and she jumps toward the phone and looks at him, he nods, she dials.
Nick takes this opportunity to pop downstairs and let Irene in on the plot, which she thinks is a WONDERFUL idea.
After hanging up Deej descends down the stairs, Nick goes up to get his wallet and keys and they head out toward the Eversoles.
Once again she's in his shotgun seat but adjusted for more legroom and that one leg is swinging beneath the dash,
"SO, you...left me alone for an hour?"
"You need sleep hon."
"That was sweet of you."
"You work hard and go to bat for your family, least I can do."
"I'm starting to think Bob Dawson is really hoping I find something else soon, I think I mentioned."
"Yeah, well, last night I got to thinking, would you want to take on some proofreading work?"
"For who...whom?"
"Exactly, it's something Noreen has been doing but may have to give up soon, if you catch my drift."
"Sounds interesting, but she's got...isn't she an English professor?"
"Just a lecturer at present. I'll ask her soon as I can, if she can talk to you about it?"
"Sure, wow, so is it on my own time?"
"Far as I know yeah, they just give you papers to review and get back to them, like businesses and such."
"Hmm, yeah, sure, I can check it out."
"She did that for several years while subbing."
"Well it would get me off the roof at least part of the time."
"Unless you find another something else."
"Yeah, true."
He reaches for her hand and they drive on. "Umm, you might need to navigate before long."
"You're off to a good start, just get Bechtol where it tees off to the left."
"Sounds right, well, left." And they drive on. Their house is etched in his mind from one bike ride he managed out that way.
"Remember that time I rode out there? That's the only time, well, I may have driven by at some point."
"Mmm hmm, and never stopped by, called....I'm joshing you, I know it was weird."
"You’re out of my league."
"BULL SHIT!" and she starts laughing.
"What?"
"Nick...I guess we all have our little belief systems don't we?"
"Always comes back to that don't it?"
She squeezes his hand as they get close to the settlement, probably a patch of plots sold off at nearly the same time but developed by individual owners, probably 1960s.
The house is about what he remembers and probably hasn't changed much, kind of a small beige ranch with very plain interior. The paint and roof have been kept up but not very ornate, evidently that would be glorifying self a bit too much? Now, Nick, be supportive, he reminds himself as Deej jumps out.
After a couple of minutes of fiddling with the radio dial, the Celica came with a decent SuperTuner, the door opens and the junior sister takes over the back seat. As Deej resumes shotgun, Sam gives it her best,
"Hey it’s ROOOOOMMMY back here, have you two broken it in yet?"
Deej hadn't gotten buckled yet, she opens the door, "Hold on, looks like I gotta deal with this here situation," then sits on her sister, who acts like her bones are breaking, on it goes.
So he proceeds to the strip with these two going at it, outrageous threats, trash talk, whispers, giggles, the occasional,
"She's raping me!"
"Tell it to the judge!"
"Oh YEAH? I can smell your - <muffled by a hand>"
And at one point a petite fart, followed by muffled giggles and overt accusations, Nick answers, "I don't even WANNA know..." which finally gets them laughed out to a muffled conversation.
They arrive at the cinema just before 5 and Nick gets three tickets, but no snacks, all are pretty full from the bodacious lunch. Nick wouldn't mind a coffee but getting kinda late and they don't have any.
Previews have started but they easily find April's group and file in on her side, Nick at the end, mercifully. Deej takes his hand in her lap and leans on him before long, and at some point both Sam and April have a kid on their laps. He hadn't yet met April's mom Beverly yet but can already see where she gets a lot of her mystique.
This movie is kinda fun, harmless, and Deej very gradually, very subtly, moves his hand toward someplace very balmy. What are ya gonna do?
Afterward they are standing around talking when Sam comes up and punches him in the arm then takes a sparring stance, so he thinks a noogie is in order, but to be less awkward, channels Indy and pretends to causally draw and fire. She grabs her heart and falls onto Deej who has to do a think-fast catch.
Then April drags him over to meet Beverly, they are the same height and both part their hair down the middle and to equal favor as far as face-framing. He can't resist,
"So do you have your hands full with these two?"
"Nah they are a blessing. Need to get this one married off soon tho," and gives a huge wink, to which April does the same blush and blank-stare routine as all those years ago in Sunday School.
Deej saves the moment, "Ready Freddie? Grabs Nicks arm, turns to the gals, "See you in a bit?"
So they take Sam home on a much more subdued mood, the girls just converse now and then. Before getting out Sam surprises nick with a one armed hug and flitters into the house, Deej waves at their mom through the window and they head back.
"Nick this was nice. Was your hand...comfortable?"
"It was nice and warm for a while there."
"I bet. I know a place to pull over if you want it even warmer."
"Deej."
She just laughs impishly. "I know I know"
"April's mom really made her blush."
"I love her to pieces, really old fashioned but in the fun kinda way."
"Looks like it."
"Did you doze off?"
"I probably did, the movie was OK."
"Do you even get into most movies?"
"Depends, we used to watch James Bond and Pink Panther on TV. OH, man, Young Frankenstein."
"Ahh yes, the goofy stuff."
"And what would you call the back seat earlier?"
"I call it the Fifth Amendment."
"It needs more than that."
"So you and Tim never acted stupid?"
"We didn't need each other for that."
She laughs and leans back.
They ride in silence for a bit then he slows down for some deer. "They're bad this year."
"So far I've been lucky but I saw one the other morning, makes me glad we take that van."
"Yeah. Hey do you want a sammich when we get back?"
"Nah still full, you can."
Before long they are back and he's making the sammich, she talks to Irene some then he heads upstairs with said sammich and turns on the TV, mostly out of habit, and gobbles it down at his desk during Full House or one of those shows.
Deej appears in the door and sits on the bed, pensively. "Did you find my old letters?"
"Yep, gonna make copies tomorrow if I can."
She lights up. Then sighs.
"Can you stay a bit longer?"
"Yeah. Just lots to think about."
"You really came through last night."
She hangs her head for a second, then looks toward his closet door. "WHY do I have to be the grownup?"
Nick moves over and sits near her feet, props them on his thighs and sneaks in a free feel of those tight calves.
She just shakes her head.
"Ever feel like you're some kind of...prophet."
This gets a grin.
"Hey, come 'ere."
So she joins him on the floor. He realizes the door is partially closed and the lights are low. He reaches for her face, kisses her cheek lightly.
She smiles. "Are you...starting...trouble?"
"What about it?"
She turns and they are lip locked, he holds her head, she takes deeper breaths, this goes on a bit before Nick eases a hand down to her shirt buttons.
She slowly, slower than at the park, assists with the buttons. and takes them down to about her navel, then touches his face.
Nick slowly reaches inside her top, around back since he knows it has to latch there, she leans forward and he somehow unhooks in record time.
"Efficient," she coos.
He now explores her bosoms, which he'd never given much thought except to note they are just right for her build, not too much and not too little.
She reaches for his belt and he helps out enthusiastically, and whips out the junior member, which is as ready as it can be. She explores it with one hand and rubs the back of his head with the other.
"He likes you," Nick teases.
"Here goes," she warns, then repositions to get her face near Junior, inspecting visually but using her hands, she licks the under-chin and it reacts, so she continues the teasing but seems to know they need to keep the show going, although no one ever comes up the stairs unless called this time of evening. She bats at it like a cat toy, uses her mouth some and her hands plenty.
Nick coolly reaches over for her hind end, and can't resist. "God these jeans are good to you."
She giggles and starts a rhythm, tongue play, seems to know it's close and stays clear as it squirts about 18 inches up, "Nice," she coos.
Nick relaxes and she plays in it, taking a playful sip, and elates, just above a whisper, "Finally I know what spyoome is like!"
He catches his breath, "well there's lots of it," and reacts to her playing around with very sensitive parts. He reaches to his nightstand and produces a washcloth.
"Just what is THIS for, young man?"
"Cold rag for when sinuses get hot at night."
"Likely story," as she gently cleans things up, then he shoves it under the bed before repacking.
She starts to do the same and he says, "Not so fast," and scoops her up, then positions a pillow under his own back.
"What's this?"
"Your turn," then reaches for her waistband.
"Are you sure?"
His other hand cups a firm bosom to get the point across, and she starts helping with her jeans, just enough, and a curious hand gently probes over the panties, my they are damp. The hand gently explores, then gently retracts and gently finds its way beneath the panties.
From there, Nick takes his time with the Land of a Thousand Mysteries, it seems they are finally in for the full measure, he can think of her as a babe as well as an old friend, the two must make amends.
Softly stroking the hood, this is not the time to really pry into things, just...visit, she's already had two events in his presence, more or less, now time to raise the stakes a bit and be intentional, she grunts and groans softly, right there right...there...
The moment, far as he can tell, is a twitch, followed by a clench, then a slight giggle, at which point Nick has learned to cease operations.
"You OK?"
"Never better."
She's a wet noodle in his arms and he's in no hurry to change that, just try to close up her jeans...and some shirt buttons...there. Having her there really feels like home. She needs to know that, once she is lucid.
The Deej, here in his room, in his arms. He can't resist a quick whiff of the hand. Yeah, she's the good stuff alright, through and through.
The TV rambles on with political ads, personal products, car dealers, toys, it doesn't matter. Seems she needed a bold move and got one, that much is clear, still that girl but so much more now, all for the better.
Nick is almost dozed off himself when she stirs, it's getting towards 9.
"Mmmm, was I out long?"
"Not really, not even nine yet."
She slowly sits up and turns around as she re-situates her upstairs loft, then sits facing him from a few inches with her knees against the bed.
"YOU...are a menace, you know that?" If he didn't know better he'd think she's had a few drinks.
"Well we've been teasing it a while."
She smiles, leans in for a kiss, then leans on his shoulder. "However you learned that, wow."
"Well you did a fine job too, lady."
She gets back to eye contact, "Well girls...talk, share things, I over hear, maybe...asked a few questions along the way."
"You knew about the part under the...chin, which is like what you have."
She raises her eyebrows, "That part I read in some magazine I think."
Nick shakes his head, "Sounds about right."
"How did we end up…wow."
"I know, was just thinking that. You're still an icon."
She sighs. "Nick...fuck it," and grabs his face into her own and leans into it, obviously bolder now, then backs off with a deep breath and just gazes.
"You've really shown me so much love, and haven't said it. You don't need to."
"I'm not sure I know what it is."
She sighs. "Hard to pin down, isn't it?"
"You must love your family."
She looks to the side, flatly, "Well somebody sure has to."
Nick mind jumps, "Do you ever watch Star Trek?"
"Oh my dad used to, maybe still does, I never got into it."
"Just wondered."
"I'm more into mysteries, even the grandma shows like Matlock and Murder She Wrote."
"Mom's downstairs watching those now."
"I have a better offer," and leans in for a peck, then re-takes his shoulder.
Nick just lets this ride for now.
"Did you play radio while I was out earlier?" Her speech is slightly slurred from the way she's resting.
"A little. Diagnosed an old headphones but didn't want to stink up the room with soldering."
"Awwww."
"How early do you get up tomorrow?"
"God, 6am. Is that your hint?"
"Just thinking ahead."
"Well, I'll certainly sleep well."
"You're not the only one."
She looks at him, "Glad to even things out." She pauses. "There's all kinds of things, I bet we can do things you never got to yet."
"I'm sure, in time."
"By the way, us Eversole gals are going to see a gynecologist soon, just checkups, see how the ol' waterworks is doing."
"Oh good."
"Umm, how did things seem from your perspective, Dr. Nick?"
"Can't wait to do a, what’s the word…a more comprehensive exam."
She covers her mouth and slaps his arm, "You dork, alright -"
"Yeah, lots to do this week."
"Hey, what were you and Dad talking about."
In a deep voice, "MAN stuff, honey."
This gets her riled up, "Oh really now...."
"He's looking for quotes on an office PC upgrade and I'm tempted to work up a proposal."
She lights up, "God Nick that's so grown up! I mean..."
"It is, right? Crazy but I've done most of that stuff and can get help or guess the rest, might as well try."
She hugs him with a little dance, "Neat!"
"Just, we'll keep it quiet for now, kay?"
"Got it," she pecks his nose and starts to stand up.
They wind downstairs and she gets her Irene hug, Nick sees her to the car and they agree to do letters again, old notes, updates, etc. and she promises to call when she gets to Dawson's.
Nick hits the shower, and quickly.
He's just back in the room when she calls, advises to put on some classical if she can, and time to drift into another week.
