Father's Ty: Part 2

Father's Ty: Part 2

©2011 Mika Star

From the look on Tyler's face, the Mayor's secretary decided against her usual bubbly "Have a nice day," gesture and sat back following him with her eyes. He yanked open the lobby door ignoring the sunshine as it cascaded into his eyes.

He wrenched open his car door clasping into the seat. He beat on the steering wheel when the car wouldn't start right away. He choke passed the lump in his throat before letting tears free fall.

A man noticing Tyler's dilemma grabbed his set of jumper cables and hollered "You need a jump?"

"Um, yeah, that would be great." Tyler said with much less gratitude than what he felt.

He got out of the car to help hook up the cables then hopped back in to wait for the battery to charge. The man jumped into his own truck to rev the engine.

Just then, Tyler phone rang. He glanced at the caller I.D.; it was Jodie. "Not now!" he groaned. He tossed the phone in the passenger seat as the engine finally cranked to life.

"Thanks, man!" he called out from his seat.

"No problem. Been there."

Tyler hurried to help unhooked the cables and went their separate ways.

His phone sounded one more time as he climbed in again. He grabbed it off the seat. With tear stained cheeks, his hands trembled at the thought of listening to the message. For a split second, he thought of throwing the damn thing out the window. He had it in hand, all it would take is one flick of his arm to rid him of a little bit of pain. Reasoning kicked in, however. He not only would be out a phone, and have to buy another one, but he wouldn't be able to avoid Jodie and her family forever as long as he lived in Minden.

Another thought crossed his mind--he could leave. His mom wouldn't be home for hours and he hadn't found a job yet himself. He still had money in the bank from his last pay check and fifty dollars left of the money his mother had insisted on giving him for the Father's Day carnival. That's what he would do. Leave. For the week at least. He would pick up a battery for his car, swing by the house to pack some things and be gone before anyone realized.

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At the house, he ripped his clothes away from his sweaty skin. He dried off as best he could; knowing he was in too much of a hurry to take a shower. He shuffled about his room throwing clothes and other essentials into in a green duffel bag. He slipped into a clean pair of jeans while running into his bathroom to grab a couple razors and noticed his toothbrush and toothpaste, snatching them from the counter as well. He hurried back into his room; shoving the items in his bag. He smoothed a blue tee shirt over his torso, stepping back a moment, scanning the area, hoping he hadn't forgotten anything. He surveyed each room as he walked toward the front door. He stuck his feet in a pair of tennis. He had his hand on the door knob, then turned, grabbing for a pen and a piece of paper. He scribbled:

Mom,

I'm getting outta here for a while. 

I'll try be back Sunday night. 

Please don't to worry too much. I'll be all right.  

love you,

Ty

He stuck the note between the keys of her laptop.

With his bag in hand he headed to the front door hesitating for a moment before jarring the door open, a cool breeze met his face and skimmed throw his black curls. He If he could make it out of town without being noticed he would be free to set his own course before being mainstreamed into reality again.

He jogged to his hand-me-down Mazda slinging his duffel onto the backseat from the open window. He pulled his door open dropping into the seat all the while mouthing a prayer that the car would start; that, in fact, it had just been the battery.

The car fired up without a sputter. Tyler let out a pent up breath and said a silent "Thank you." Pulling out of the driveway, he made a mental note of the streets less traveled at that time of day.

 He was cruising along, windows down and the radio on low enough not to draw attention. He briefly stopped at a stop sign nervously drumming his thumbs on the steering wheel. Tyler look around to see Jodie coming up the sidewalk toward him. His heart thumped in his chest; his pulse quickened at the sight of her. She was the last person he wanted to see at the moment, but damn was she worth looking at. her hair, slightly longer than shoulder length, blew into her face as she tucked some of it behind her ears. Her sapphire eyes burned into his memory. The curves of her body stirred something in him he had been trying to suppress since seeing her yesterday morning.

Snapping out of his trance he remembered where he was and why he was there to begin with. Jodie...sister...she doesn't know... His first instinct was to peel away, leaving her in his dust. However, he knew that would only alarm her so he played it cool as she approached leaning her forearm in the window.

"Ty, I tried calling you earlier. I left a message."

"I'm sorry, I was having some car trouble and hadn't had a chance to call you back."

"It's okay. You're here now."

"So I am..." Tyler revved the engine with a sight impatience building in the pit of his stomach. "but I've got to go." His eyes darted from direct contact with her own. "I'll see you around."

Jodie was taken aback by his sudden urgency to leave she stepped away from the car. She waved him off as if what she had to say didn't matter. "Yeah, I'll see you around. Hey Ty--" He didn't give her a chance to finish her sentence before he sped off not wanting to expose anymore of himself to her then he might already have. He knew she had always had the ability to read him better than anyone else he knew even though it had been years since they had seen each other. She proved that to be true last night.

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Last night...

Tyler and Jodie stayed together though out the evening and on into the night. After getting over the awkwardness of wanting to be close, but being unsure if the other wanted the same thing, they took every opportunity to touch and hold one another. When the festivities were coming to an end and it was clear people were beginning to disperse to their homes Jodie's mother found her and Tyler talking among themselves. "Hey, you two, have you guys been having a good time?"

Jodie smiled "Yes, mom, I think we have," trying to hide the stars in her eyes when she looked at Tyler for his agreement. This has been the best day of my life. 

"I'm glad to hear it," she beamed. She looked back and forth between them, "Your dad and I are heading home soon. I hope you two do the same. You both have an early morning ahead of you."

"We won't be too much longer, Mom." They exchanged wordless anticipation after Elizabeth turned away from them.

Taking the arm of her husband, Elizabeth and Phillip walked to their car, got in and Phillip waved to them as the car pulled away from the town square.

"Let's go," Tyler grinned taking Jodie by the hand. They dashed to the back of the bakery. "Since we only have a little while before we are expected home, I wanted to--." Jodie cut through his words with a kiss, just a peck, at first. Tyler returned the kiss before Jodie had time to wonder if that was, indeed, what he had been waiting for, as much as she had since they laid eyes on each other that morning.

The kiss intensified as Tyler opened his mouth inviting her tongue to play. She obliged exploring the wet heat she had only dreamed about before then. Sure, she had kissed and even gone a bit further than, perhaps, she should have with other guys, but kissing Tyler was different. She didn't feel pressured into anything. It hadn't been a dare or a ploy to keep a guy she liked from ditching her. No, this was Tyler and he wanted to be with her just because the sky was blue and the grass was green; because they had kept their bond of friendship even after years of being miles apart.

Their hands wandered freely and unjudged over clothes, under clothes and onto bare skin. Tyler's blood was already boiling and his breathing became sallower. In a rush of hormones, Tyler was about to lift her shirt up over her head when he snapped back into reality. What the hell am I thinking? What are we doing!

He stepped away from her dropping his hands to his sides.

Jodie felt herself come down from the clouds, she opened her eyes meeting Tyler's gaze full force. "I'm sorry, Jo I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have brought you back here. "

She looked at him with the same apprehension and shyness he saw in her that morning, then she spoke up, touching the sleeve of his shirt. "Ty, it takes two ya know. I wasn't thinking either."

Well, you're not some back ally whore. "You deserve better than this." He stared into her eyes feeling ashamed.

"I had been waiting all night for the perfect time to get you alone. I wasn't sure what else to do. I didn't want to go another day without being able to touch you, to feel the warmth of your skin and those lips." He tapped her kiss swollen mouth. "At least once..."

"Before God know what else happens to splits us up, again."

"Exactly."

"I understand. This morning when I realized who you were it took everything for me not to kiss you right then. That's part of why I had to make myself get back to work. I couldn't stand there looking at you and possibly making a fool of myself in case you didn't feel the same way. I've missed you so much."

"I've spent so many nights, the last few years, dreaming of  you." He moved to close the space between them again, cupping the side of her face with one hand. He kissed her gently again. "Okay, let's get you home before I start something else and forget to stop."

"One of these days I won't let you stop," Jodie teased leading him back to his car.

He opened the driver side door. "One of these days I won't have to," he said before ducking into the car.

"I'll call you tomorrow, maybe we can figure out something to do after work."

"I've got that meeting with your dad and afterward I have to start looking for a job."

"Okay," she tried hiding her disappointment behind a half smile.

"I didn't mean 'No', but if I don't pick up, leave a message; I'll call you back."

Tyler waited for Jodie to get into her PT Cruiser. He pulled out of the parking lot behind her following until they stopped in front of her house. He watched her walk up onto the porch noticing how well her pants complimented her ass. A "Damn" slipped passed his lips and he hoped she happened heard him.  She waved letting him know she would be okay.

The only memories he had of the rest of the night involved falling into bed and dreaming of Jodie and the day's events.

To be continued....                      

Dirty Jokes 1

A dog, a cat, and a penis are sitting around a camp fire one night. The dog says, "My life sucks, my master makes me do my business on a fire hydrent!". The cat says, "I don't think so, my master makes me do my business in a box of cat litter." The penis outraged, says "At least your master doesn't put a bag over your head and make you do push ups until you throw up!"

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One morning a woman was walking out of her front door, when she notices a strange little man at the bottom of her garden.

"You're a goblin," she says, "I caught you and you owe me three wishes!". So the goblin replies "OK, you caught me fair and square, what's your first wish?". The woman stops and thinks for a second, "I want a huge mansion to live in.", goblins replies "OK, you've got it.". Woman again thinks it over, "My second wish is a Mercedes." "OK, you've got that too." "My last wish is a million dollars!". The goblin then says "OK, you've got it. But to make your wishes come true you have to have sex all night with me." "OK then, if that's what it takes..."

Next morning the little man wakes the woman up.

"Tell me," says the man, "how old are you?" "I'm 27", she replies

"Fuck me", says the man, "27 and you still believe in goblins"

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A guy walks into a sperm donor bank wearing a ski mask and holding a gun. He goes up to the nurse and demands her to open the sperm bank vault. She says "But sir, its just a sperm bank!", "I don't care, open it now!!!" he replies. So she opens the door to the vault and inside are all the sperm samples. The guy says "Take one of those sperm samples and drink it!", she looks at him "BUT, they are sperm samples???" , "DO IT!". So the nurse sucks it back. "That one there, drink that one as well.", so the nurse drinks that one as well. Finally after 4 samples the man takes off his ski mask and says, "See honey - its not that hard."
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This beautiful woman one day walks into a doctors office and the doctor is bowled over by how stunningly awesome she is. All his professionalism goes right out the window...
He tells her to take her pants, she does, and he starts rubbing her thighs.
"Do you know what I am doing?" asks the doctor?
"Yes, checking for abnormalities." she replies.
He tells her to take off her shirt and bra, she takes them off. The doctor begins rubbing her breasts and asks, "Do you know what I am doing now?", she replies, "Yes, checking for cancer."
Finally, he tells her to take off her panties, lays her on the table, gets on top of her and starts having sex with her. He says to her, "Do you know what I am doing now?"
She replies, "Yes, getting herpes - that's why I am here!"
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A man and a woman started to have sex in the middle of a dark forest. After about 15 minutes of it, the man finally gets up and says, "Damn, I wish I had a flashlight!". The woman says, "Me too, you've been eating grass for the past ten minutes!"
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Three guys go to a ski lodge, and there aren't enough rooms, so they have to share a bed. In the middle of the night, the guy on the right wakes up and says, "I had this wild, vivid dream of getting a hand job!" The guy on the left wakes up, and unbelievably, he's had the same dream, too. Then the guy in the middle wakes up and says, "That's funny, I dreamed I was skiing!"
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Construction worker on the 5th floor of a building needed a handsaw. So he spots another worker on the ground floor and yells down to him, but he can't hear him. So the worker on the 5th floor tries sign language.
He pointed to his eye meaning "I", pointed to his knee meaning "need", then moved his hand back and forth in a hand saw motion. The man on the ground floor nods his head, pulls down his pants, whips out his chop and starts masturbating.
The worker on 5th floor gets so pissed off he runs down to the ground floor and says, "What the fuck is your problem!!! I said I needed a hand saw!".
The other guy says, "I knew that! I was just trying to tell you - I'm coming!"
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Three sisters wanted to get married, but their parents couldn't afford it so they had all of them on the same day. They also couldn't afford to go on a honeymoon so they all stayed home with their new hubbies. That night the mother got up because she couldn't sleep. When she went past her oldest daughter's room she heard screaming. Then she went to her second daughters room and she heard laughing. Then she went to her youngest daughter's room and she couldn't hear anything.
The next morning when the men left the mother asked her oldest daughter, "Why were you screaming last night?" The daughter replied "Mom you always told me if something hurt I should scream."
"That's true." She looked at her second daughter. "Why were you laughing so much last night?"

The daughter replied "Mom you always said that if something tickled you should laugh."

"That's also true." Then the mother looked at her youngest daughter. "Why was it so quiet in your room last night?"
The youngest daughter replied "Mom you always told me I should never talk with my mouth full."
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This guy wakes up out of a deep sleep and, feeling real horny, nudges his wife awake and asks, "Why don't we get it on, eh?" She replies, "I have an appointment at the gynecologist tomorrow and you know I don't like to make love the night before." So the husband agrees and rolled back over and started to go back to sleep.
A few minutes later, he nudges his wife again and asks, "You don't by any chance have a dentist's appointment tomorrow, do you?"
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The queen of England was visiting one of Canada's top hospitals, and during her tour of the floors she passed a room where a male patient was masturbating.
"Oh my god!", said the Queen, "That's disgraceful, what is the meaning of this???"
The doctor leading the tour explains, "I'm sorry your ladyship, this man has a very serious condition where the testicles rapidly fill with semen. If he doesn't do that five times a day, they would explode and he would most likely die instantly."
"Oh, I am sorry" said the Queen.
On the next floor they passed a room where a young nurse was giving a patient a blow job.

"Oh my God", said the Queen, "What's happening in there?"
The Doctor replied, "Same problem, better health plan."

Father's Ty: Part 1

I hope everyone had a wonderful Father's Day whether it was spent with your father or in memory of him.

In loo of Father's Day let's leave Sara and Zara in their private haven for awhile to take a trip back to Minden to see what's been going on...

I hope to get the edit version up soon. Here is what I wanted to post last week anyway...
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 Father's Ty: Part 1

©Mika Star ~2011

On June 19th  there was an annual Father's Day celebration coupled with a birthday surprise for the Mayor in the town square. Jodie's dad, Phillip Dumont, was the Mayor of Minden, and as such, the best thing that happened to the town in a long time. 

When Jodie's mother, Elizabeth, wasn't working beside her husband and taking care of Jodie she baked the best fruit pies in three counties. The bakery often bought her pies since she had no time to work at the bakery itself.

Elizabeth had spent the last week in her kitchen making enough pies to share with the town. It was agonizing for anyone driving by the mayor’s house the last week. The smell of apple cinnamon, blueberry, cherry, blackberry, peach, pear and even banana crème pies was enough to make anyone's mouth water.  The neighbors would often leave her front porch with a shadow of disappointment written on their face because Mrs. Dumont turned down each and every plead to taste one or two pies. "No, these are for Father's Day, if you want some you'll be there." She would point to them matter-of-factly, "You better be there; I haven't made all these pies for nothing, you know."

Jodie had spent the last couple of summers working at the bakery full time, and any opportunity during the school year. This summer was her last before she made her way to a college campus. She was so excited to a part of the cake preparation today. Why? Because she, Josephine Alexandra Dumont, had been put in charge of designing her father's birthday cake, which would be displayed next to the town's giant annual themed Father's Day cake.

The last few weeks after the manager kicked her out of the shop to "Get some sleep” she stayed up until the early hours of the morning writing notes and sketching designs.

Finally, Jodie decided on a simple three tier design. On a personal level, her father preferred things as simple and straight forward as possible. She eyed her sketch pad several times before nodding off to sleep. She just knew he would love it!
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When the doorbell of the bakery rang the next morning, Jodie and Sara were putting the finishing touches on what would be the top tier of the mayor’s cake.

Jodie made her way to the register expecting Mrs. Carson there to pick up the loaves of rye she had ordered yesterday. Instead, her breath caught at the sight of a handsome vision straight out of her dreams. Dressed in loose fitting black jeans and red tee, Tyler strolled in the door with the sunshine at his back and shades drawn up on his forehead.

He slumped against the counter his short black curls stiff with gel. She stared, studying his face for something familiar. His arctic blue eyes sunk into her soul sending a chill down her spine rooting her feet to the floor in front of him.

She found her voice long enough to choke out "C-c-can I help you."

"Yeah, I am here to pick up some rye bread my mom ordered.”

"Okay, I'll be right back."

Jodie turned an about face; her legs appeared filled with lead. She urged herself into the storage room. She returned to Tyler with a large bag of individually wrapped loaves of bread. Setting the bag on the counter she rang up the sale. She avoided direct eye contact with him. "That'll be $48.96."
 
"Wow, that must be some bread," he said sarcastically.

"The best, fresh and made to order," she countered.

Pecking at the sale key, the draw popped open; his fingers brushed her skin as he handed over the cash in full. His fingers were so warm compared to hers.

Tyler's heart thumped as he waited for Jodie to count all of the money; to find the extra white piece of paper he had slipped in between the bills. He held still, waiting for her reaction.

Jodie's eyes darted from the folded piece of paper to Tyler and back again. Unfolding it, her pulse racing in her fingertips, she found a picture of the two of them hugging each other tightly the day they had started Kindergarten.

She remembered the morning well; her father rushed her out of the car to catch Tyler before he turned the corner to go into their classroom. Jodie caught Tyler by the arm. “Tyler will get to the correct class.” her dad assured the teacher guiding the boy. Her dad had taken the smiling snapshot of them right before they entered the classroom.

A few years later, after Tyler's dad died he moved away with his mom. She hadn't seen Tyler in what, ten--eleven years?

"Ty?" she said aloud.

Blood rushed to her ears, and her chest tightened with so much joy she thought her heart might burst. She fought back tears. After so long, she was determined not to let crying be the first memory Ty had of her.

"Jo." his white smile lit up the room.

She threw her hands in the air. "Oh my God, I can't believe it is you! How long have you been in town? For that matter, how did you find me?"

His gaze shifted to the tile flooring, "My mom and I moved back here about a week ago. By asking around over the last few days I found out you worked here." He looked back up at her smirking, "When Mom mentioned something about the bakery and rye bread I volunteered to come see you- to pick up the bread."

"Your mom is a Mrs. Carson now? Well, I guess, this explains why she didn't give me her first name on the phone yesterday."

"Yeah she and my Step-dad got married a few years back. He's a good guy; he tries. He treats her right, so I can't complain too much."

Absolutely thrilled, Jodie rounded to the outside of the counter spreading her arms for a hug, secretly hoping she wasn't being too forward after all these years.

He welcomed her into his arms. He took in the sweet smell of cucumber melon body wash and chocolate icing. They hugged for a long moment each reluctant to let go. He set her back down on the floor as she had practically jumped into his arms.

Handing the photo back to him, she played with the seam of her apron. “Ty, I wish I could sit and talk with you for awhile, but I have to help Sara finish Daddy's birthday cake. There is no reason for his birthday to be overlooked just because it happens to also be Father’s Day.”

 Tyler laughed "Yeah, and the fact that he is the mayor of Minden."

"I know. Can you believe it?"

Tyler just shook his head without taking his eyes off of her.

Jodie trotted back toward the kitchen. Sara stood in the doorway, arms crosses and foot tapping, impatiently.

"I'll see you around." Tyler waved to Jodie, slid his sunglasses back over his eyes, and pushed his way out the door onto the busy sidewalk.

 Sara nudged her “So, what was that all about?” she asked almost teasing.

“Oh, I don’t think I ever told you-about him…”                                           
                                     
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 Jodie kept busy even after finishing her father's cake, but 6:00 didn't come fast enough. She couldn't wait to see the look on her father's face, wondering what he might say when he found out the cake was Jodie's own design.

Of course, any moment she had alone, her thoughts drifted to her encounter with Tyler. He looked incredible. She would have never believed it was him had he not kept the picture all this time.

Hours later, both cakes along with an assortment of cookies and cupcakes were loaded into a van for the short trek to the auditorium in center of town.

The five tier Father's Day cake took up an entire five foot by five foot table. The design had a blue rippling water effect. The top tier depicted a man in his row boat pulling in a fish caught on his fishing pole. Grasses and cattails surrounded the bottom tier. In dark blue icing, Happy Father's Day stretched over the three center tiers.

The Mayor's cake was made of three white layers. Slices of strawberries patterned the entire cake. Each slice had been lined with chocolate fudge icing with Happy Birthday written in strawberry jam at the top. Thick Bavarian Crème filled the center of each layer.

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It had taken an hour to pack the entire (attending) towns people into the auditorium. Jodie met her mother and father at the doorway. She fought the urge to nervously twirl the end of ponytail in her fingers.

Her mother had called her earlier to warn her of how her father's mood had soured after he found she had left for the bakery before telling  him "Good morning," much less anything to do with Father's Day or his birthday.  He wasn't the type of person to get bent out of shape if he didn't get gifts on any occasion. However, like anyone else, he hoped for some sort of recognition from his loved ones. It wasn't too much to ask. Jodie hoped this would make up for her absence this morning.

Jodie and her mother led the Mayor to a lone chair near the center of the stage. Everyone in attendance over the age of nine were given a metal spoon and instructed to aid in a drum roll using the back of each chair when given the signal. Each child nine and under were given party favors--absolutely anything they could make noise with, and instructed to make as much noise as they possibly could when the curtain was pulled revealing the two cakes he had yet to see.

For the most part everything went off without a hitch. The crowd cheered as Jodie came from behind the curtain hugging her dad.

Microphone in hand, Jodie apologized to him. "Dad I'm sorry for not being around this morning for breakfast. I know you do your best to make time for me then, even when your day is otherwise slam packed. But I am hoping you will forgive me this once," she grinned from ear to ear.

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After a few heart felt words from Jodie's father. Her mother announced "Okay, enough of the chit-chat, who wants cake? For those of you are not interested in cake at the moment, let the festivities begin!" Another cheer broke out from the crowd as they descended on stage or out the doors to the small amusement park set up outside.

The Mayor beamed at his daughter as she told him she had personally designed his cake herself. "That's not all!"  Jodie ran frantically out into the crowd of people, hoping she hadn't somehow missed Tyler's exit. Someone tapped her on the shoulder.

"Would I happen to be the lucky one you are looking for?" Tyler's voice was little more than a whisper in the shuffling crowd of people. Jodie turned, instantly melting into his big brilliant blue eyes, he playfully batted a set of eyelashes no boy had a right to own, but any girl would envy. Jodie grabbed him by the wrist, and led him to where her father now stood on ground level in front of the stage.

"Daddy, I want you to meet, Tyler." she motioned between the two of them. " Tyler this is my Dad, Phillip Dumont, Mayor of Minden."

Tyler held out his arm for a formal handshake. "Tyler." Jodie nudged his shoulder, "Show him the picture." Tyler grabbed at his wallet snatching the picture out of its placement among some other photos he cherished-- holding it up for the man to see.

 Jodie's father stared at the photo for several minutes without a word. He looked into Tyler's face with tears welling in his eyes. "Ty, my boy, how are you!?"  He jolted Tyler into a bear hug. "How's your mom?" he choked out while handing the photo back.

"Oh, she's good. I'm good. She re-married and missed 'home' too much, so here I am, Mr. Mayor."

Phillip's beaming expression sobered. "Ah, I trust that he treats you and your mother well?"

"Yes, Sir he does."

"See that I don't find out any different." there was almost a growl in his voice.

"You won't, Sir, I promise."

Carolyn Carson was the widow of Jacob Turner, Phillip Dumont's life long friend, and companion. Phillip had almost had a stroke the night Jacob had died. He had run sobbing, and screaming into the street clasping into a heap of unconsciousness.--That was close to fifteen years ago. 

The Mayor hugged his daughter and Tyler once again. "Now, you two go have some fun before this old man ropes you into a chain of stories that would take up the rest of the evening. Nice to see you again, Ty. Meet me in my office tomorrow morning, 8:00 sharp. We've got some 'catching up' to do. Oh, and tell your mother I said 'Hello' if I don't see her sometime tonight."

At the door Tyler took Jodie by the hand heading out into the cool evening air, and into the future that lay at their feet.
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The next morning, 7:00 came far to early for Tyler. In an effort to impress, he wasn't sure whether to break out a  three piece suit or go casual, so he decided to go with his best dress shirt and a pair of slacks. He'd at least carry a jacket with him to throw on just in case.

Although he was dressed, his hair wouldn't cooperate, he spent ten minutes looking for his toothbrush, and of all days, his car wouldn't start right away. Making a metal note to get the battery checked, he walked up to the secretary's desk with three minutes to spare, and not a clue as to what the mayor wanted to speak to him about.

His stomach knotted when the secretary told him he could go into the mayor's office. He gathered up his nerve along with his jacket that rested on the arm of the chair next to him.
A full toothy grin spread over the Mayor's face as Tyler entered the room closing the door quietly behind himself.

"Good morning Ty. Have a seat."

"Good morning, Sir." He pulled a chair up to the front of the desk admiring the wood stained oak, and glancing at a picture of Jodie and her mother nestled among paperwork next to his computer.

"Enough with the 'Sir'. The formality is necessary when we are among other people, but here, just you and me, 'Phillip' will suffice."

"Yes, S-- okay" Tyler stumbled over the words, not accustom to being informal to his elders, especially to those he respected.

The mayor angled his leather chair allowing himself to look at Tyler and out at the town through the massive office window when he had the desire to do so.

Cutting into the awkward moment Tyler tried it on for size,"...So, what is it you wanted to talk to me about, Phillip?" Yeah, it will take some getting use to.

Phillip spoke quietly as if the walls in his office had ears, and he was afraid of being overheard. "Ty, you know your father was my best friend. After all these years there are still overwhelming moments when I miss him so much." Tyler sat back in his chair studying the man before him and hanging on his every word.

"It was wonderful to see you last night...so grown up. I hope you can forgive me for not trying to keep in touch with you and Carolyn, at the time it just seemed easier to try to forget, and move on with my own life, for Jodie and Elizabeth." Phillip starred at the floor, elbows on his knees wringing his hand together in slight embarrassment coupled with regret.

"Well, you were like a son to me, back then, and I often wondered how you and your mother were doing. You know, in your dad's will, in agreement with Carolyn, you were entrusted to me should something ever have happened to her. I signed the documents myself. I don't imagine she ever told you that?"

Phillip eyed Tyler for the first time in several minutes. Tyler leaned forward, cocking an eyebrow in interest. "No. She never told me that."

"Well, she probably thought it best to tell you if the time ever presented itself."

A bit of anger welled up in the pit of Tyler's stomach. The anger was evident on his face, his lips tightened as he ground a fist in the arm of his chair. Phillip could hear the snarl in his voice "That's great to know, what if she had been killed in car accident then I would have just been shipped over here, whether I liked it or not!"
Phillip looked sympathetic to the boy's reasoning, "I wish I knew what to tell you, son." The word slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it.

Tyler lost control of his anger at that point. "I'm sorry, Sir but you have no right to call me 'Son', you just finished telling me you purposely left my mom and me out of your life and now you have the nerve to call me son! " He yelled, "I miss my dad too, you know. And if I had thought for one second you and I would have been sitting in your office talking about him and all this...CRAP I never would have tried to find Jodie it the first place."

"Now wait just a minute I didn't mean to...You can't take this out on Jodie, this is between you and me. I didn't tell her about any of this either. It is not fair to her."

"Well, I'm done listening. If Jodie wants to know why I am not around maybe then you will tell her, about the brother she might have had. I don't even understand why you told me all of this. It doesn't even make a difference anymore. I'm eighteen."

This was one of those times Phillip wished he had never given up smoking. He felt sorry for the kid, and thought perhaps he shouldn't have told him anything. At the same time he couldn't help, but feel he had done the right thing. As much as it stung to have Tyler around--he couldn't help but notice how much he resembled Jacob-- he wouldn't have it any other way.

Tyler waved him off, storming out, slamming the door. From Tyler's reaction Phillip hoped in time he could see past this meeting, past the hurt, for the sake of his daughter if nothing else.

to be continued at a later time...

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Does anyone now have a serious craving for strawberry shortcake? Yeah, me too! *shuffles off to the kitchen to see what I can find*

Looming Love: Through the Eyes of Zara Camden

The steamy photo was found and provide by Jade Baiser. In turn, the photo along with what she originally wrote to go with it has become the source of my inspiration for this first installment of  this story.

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 Looming Love: Part 1

©2011 Mika Star

I knew Sam was the kind of guy that insisted on taking a shower before climbing into bed at night. I also knew he and his shower had an equally important meeting every morning at 5:30 whether he need be in the office or not.

Last night, as we talked on the phone, he mentioned he would be off of work today. Well, I also happened to have a key to his apartment for occasions when he 'misplaced' his own key.

We have been friends since the day he moved into the Charington apartment complex five years ago September 18th. I know what you are thinking: she must have it bad for this guy if she remembers the exact day he moved into the apartment down the hall. I remember that day simply because he moved in only a week after I moved to this town. I knew no one at all at that point.

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The night we met there was a knock at my door. My first thought, as I rolled my eyes, someone had the wrong apartment number again. It happened several times since I was handed the pair of keys to my apartment. My very own apartment... I opened the door prepared to give the speech I had become accustom to already. I will never forget that goofy grin on his face when I asked him who his was looking for. "Actually, I was looking for you." he continued to smile as I fumbled for what else to say. "Oh, really,'' was all I could think of. Until then no one seemed to have noticed my existence. I didn't really mind, I was used to being alone, and on my own to do as I pleased. I liked it that way...most of the time.

Here was a man, standing at my door, looking for ME. His straight sandy brown hair hung down to his shoulders, and slightly in his face. He brushed it away with a noticeably scared forefinger revealing eyes that burned electric green. A leafy green vine tattoo stretched down his left arm from somewhere underneath a loose fitting, black AC/DC t-shirt. I had to fight the urge to reach and touch his arm. His warm skin and soft hairs...Every inch of my being wanted to find out where the tattoo ended. He waved a hand in front of my face  "Earth to...space cadet." I realized I had been staring.

"Oh, I'm sorry." My face warmed; I hoped the shadowing of the doorway hid the shade of red I'm sure was visible on my face. He let the moment pass, by holding out his hand, adding "Maybe one day I'll tell you the story behind that beauty." He looked down at his arm pointing with his eyes. Oh my God, those eyes! "For now let's go. I'm walking down to Ben's to get some coffee. It would be great not to go alone."

Was he hitting on me, or was he just in need of a friend? As much as my heart wanted me to dive into those arms to find out where things would lead...for the hell of it... The reasoning part of my brain reminded me of why I moved here in the first place.

I retracted the hand I was about to give him making an excuse. "Sure, I'll go with you, but first let me grab a hair band to put my hair up with. I'll be right back." I closed the door making him wait outside.

I rushed to the bathroom. I threw my hair up and stood at the mirror long enough to ask myself  "What the hell am I doing!?"

I grabbed my keys from the glass table next to the door, slipped on a pair of flip-flops, scanned the room of unpacked boxes, and headed out the door almost running into him. He had been waiting patiently for me in the same spot I left him leaning against the door frame.

We walked to the cafe in silence, for what seemed to be forever. I took in the warmth and smells of the town. Until then I had not noticed the intoxicating smells of coffee and fresh bread coming from the cafe and nearby bakery.

The friendly man next to me smelled of Old Spice and shaving cream. It was only then it occurred to me I don't even know his name.

He opened the door of the cafe for me. Walking in the door he shouted to a petite redhead behind the counter "Two of tonight's finest, Angie." The woman had a look of surprise on her face that curled into a prefect white smile.

I walked over to a table ready to sit down when he caught my arm saying "No, there is somewhere else we will be sitting."  Two foam coffee cups in hand he pushed the door open for me again holding it open with his elbow.

We made small talk as he lead the way back to the steps of our apartment building. "This is what you had in mind, huh?" teasing him. "Ah well, I figured it would be quieter than the cafe and if you decide to take leave of me,  you won't have far to go. I would hate for a woman who does not even know my name to feel uncomfortable in her surroundings." I was astounded he had that kind of consideration for my feelings. I managed a "Thank you." There was a thick pause in the air. Doing my best to hide the embarrassment in my voice I asked "Who, may I ask, have I had the pleasure of  spending time with tonight?" I looked him straight in the face, letting out a small laugh. "My name is Samuel Loumas." holding out his hand for the second time that night. I took it, shaking his hand. "I'm Zara Camdon. Nice to meet you." 

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I let myself in Sam's door. It was 5:45. I knew he would be walking out of his bathroom soon. I was hoping he would not already be dressed.  I crept into his bedroom. It was always so neat and clean except for the clothes he, no doubt had stripped out of last night before his shower. Oh, the thought of the water running down his lean, beautifully curved body sent blood rushing to all the right places. My lips tingled at memories of touching his skin.

I quickly, quietly undressed, sitting cross-legged in the center of his only sightly unmade, queen size bed. I heard the water of the shower turn off, knowing he had shaved while in the shower, there was not much time left before he would wrap himself in towel and grace me with his presence.

He switched off the vent and opened the door. He was startled only for a moment; then took his time giving me a once over. He looked straight into my chocolate brown eyes. He let his towel fall to his feet on the floor. He dipped onto the bed. Those hungry green eyes burning into me with the rising passion in the air... My heart thumped in my chest and my pulse began to race. No words were said.

Now, entirely on his hands and knees -- the closer he got to my lips the more I sensed the heat already radiating from him. I slumped down slightly onto the pillows. He kissed me. Our tongues tangled together almost immediately  in a fit of rage, rolling with ease around the familiar crevasses of each others' mouths. I felt him lick my palette as his tongue exited my mouth. I playfully bit his bottom lip. He kissed the tip of my nose. I sat up straighter back into the Indian style position I had been in moments ago, in attempt to not allow his lips to leave my skin. I  whimpered softly. With one solid sweeping motion he buried a finger into clit a few quick thrusts of his hand later he had added another finger. I fell against the bed, beginning to moan. Careful not to interrupt the movements of his hand I unfolded my legs. He hovered over me. Kissed my lips again and traced his mouth to each of my breasts. Each one of my hard nipples were waiting to be sucked on. Just as he circled one with his the tip of his tongue I groaned and came just enough to stay wet-- slick for the entry of his hard cock that craved attention.

At that moment I roll Sam to his back; his cock standing attention just for me. Wrapping my hand around the base of his throbbing manhood I licked slowly up the shaft and around the head dabbing the tip of my tongue in the pre-cum that awaited tasting. I licked back down to the base of his cock, massaging his balls until they became taught in my hand.

It took every muscle in my body to keep from coming at the moment I slid his steel inside of me skin to skin. I rocked my hips back and forth. Bending down to kiss his nipples-- solid under the weight of my tongue and saliva. I traced wet kisses as far down his chest to his stomach I could reach without breaking my soft thrusting motion. The smell of his skin and the Old Spice he wore invade my sense of smell. I dug my nails into his flesh as he gripped my hips.

With a few hard, quick thrusts he filled me with his juices as mine dripped onto his balls. Both of us let out a pent up scream of satisfaction. I dismounted laying in the crook of his left arm for a few moments. He looked at me, grinning, green eyes shining, "Good Morning." I kissed him lightly before getting up to go to the bathroom...."Good morning."

To be continued...

UPDATE: I have pulled the rest of this story off of my blog for publishing. I'll update you as soon as I know when the release date will be for the book.

Music

The following is a piece from "The Shawshank Redemption" referring to music in general.

Andy says "It is in here, (points to his head) and in here (points to his heart). That is the beauty of music.They (guards ect) can't get that from you. Haven't your ever felt that way about music?"...

"In here (prison) is where is makes the most sense. You need it so you don't forget." ...

"Forget that there are places that aren't made out of stone. There is something inside that they can't get to; they can't touch. It's yours."...

"Hope."

Later Andy wrote: "Remember, hope is a good thing. Maybe the best of things, and good things never die."

Music is part is a deep part of my soul. The writers and musicians throughout time have the ability to express themselves in ways I, sometimes, cannot, or simply dare not. I know I am not the only one who feels this way. There are many, if not the world of people who have a song, at least once in their lives, that defines their feelings or thoughts at any given moment. Even if it is unspoken and unknown to the rest of the world.

Music can awaken the soul to memories, things we had long forgotten, or perhaps wished we could forget. Music can start a fire in the soul that no one can take away, no matter how hard they try. Yes, that is the beauty of music! =)

"Little Wonders" by Rob Thomas

Let it go, let it roll right off your shoulder.
Don't you know the hardest part is over?
Let it in,let your clarity define you
In the end.
We will only just remember how it feels.

Our lives are made in these small hours.
These little wonders, these twists and turns of fate.
Time falls away but these small hours, these small hours still remain.

Let it slide, let your troubles fall behind you.
Let it shine, until you feel it all around you
And I don't mind if it's me you need to turn to.
We'll get by.
It's the heart that really matters in the end.

Our lives are made in these small hours.
These little wonders, these twists and turns of fate.
Time falls away, but these small hours, these small hours still remain.

All of my regret will wash away somehow.
But I cannot forget the way I feel right now.
In these small hours
These little wonders, these twists and turns of fate
Yeah, these twists and turns of fate!

Time falls away, yeah but these small hours
And these small hours still remain, yeah
Ooh they still remain.
These little wonders, oh these twists and turns of fate

Time falls away, but these small hours,
These little wonders still remain.

I play this song mostly whenever I need a lift up, but also just whenever I feel like hearing it. I play it over and over again on my phone, or computer until I feel better or get tired of hearing it.

  Here is the background on the song, at leat until it gets deleted from You Tube : Little Wonders

Excerpts from The Twilight Saga: Eclipse

Renee (Bella's Mom): The way he watches you, it's like he is willing to leap in front of you and take a bullet or something.

Bella: Is that a bad thing?

Renee (Bella's Mom): It's an intense thing.
Renee (Bella's Mom): You're different with him.
Renee (Bella's Mom): He moves, You move.
Renee (Bella's Mom): Like magnets.

Bella: I don't know, we're just...

Renee (Bella's Mom):  In love. I get it.
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Jacob- When you thought she was gone,
Jacob- that you had lost her,
Jacob-  how did you cope?

Edward: There are no words. But I wouldn't wish it on anyone, Jacob.
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 Bella: This wasn't a choice between you and Jacob.
 Bella: It was between who I should be and who I am.
 Bella: I've always felt out of step, like literally stumbling through my life.
 Bella: I've never felt normal.
 Bella: Because I'm not normal.
 Bella: I don't want to be.
 Bella: I've had to face death and loss and pain
 Bella: in your would, but I have also never felt stronger
 Bella: more real, more myself.
 Bella: Because it's my world, too.
 Bella: It's where I belong.

Edward: So it's not just about me?

 Bella: No. Sorry.