She lay back on his bed in the tangle of beddings with her legs straight up in the air and spread, his head tucked between them. Her white panties dangled from her left foot, having been only partially discarded as Scott manhandled her towards the bed in a burst of blind desire and passion for her existence...
Within the first seconds of entering Scott's bedroom, he seized his girlfriend by the hips, backing her hastily against the door and locking her lips with his own. Angela immediately allowed her inhibitions, as well as all memory of Delta Reeves, to slip from her fingertips; so did the wad of clothes in her fist. Her arms encircled his shoulders and she fervently danced her tongue with his, moaning at the rashness of his actions, but feeling her heart tremor nonetheless.
Scott kisses moved down her neck and he began to suck and chew at her skin, the blood shooting through his body to his erogenous zones when she began to whimper in release, gently in his ear. She sank her teeth into his delicate earlobe and he groaned ruggedly against her cheek.
"I want to go down on you." He whispered, suddenly backing away from her.
He sighed slowly, trying to focus, trying to make sense of what was transpiring while his body was inflating in certain areas and he was losing use of others. He gripped her hands, tugging her for the bed with a determined glint behind the blue in his eyes.
"Lie down..." he breathed.
Angela did as she was directed, maneuvering herself with slight discomfort, lying supine on his bed with her hair dampening his pillows. Scott gently lowered himself onto her, immediately resuming his kissing and nibbling of her lips and neck. She conformed her body to his wrapping her thighs around his hips and clamping them so tightly, it caused him to gasp. His erection was fully flared, attempting to poke through the button-fly of his boxer shorts. The rod extending from his body also managed to jab into her crotch, rubbing against her as he made slight movements with his hips. She slipped her hand down the length of his abdomen to touch him, rubbing his shaft through the thin and damp fabric of his shorts.
"Ah-ah-ah..." Scott warned in sing-song, taking her wrist into his hands. "You." He smiled, kissing her lips quickly before he suckled a kiss on her cheek, then the bone of her jaw. "Now Angela... I want you to do one thing for me." He stated in a quiet yet authoritative tone.
She nodded, staring up at the ceiling as his mouth hopped in tiny leaps down her neck and over her throat.
"I want to know... if I'm... doing... a good job." He murmured between kisses. His chin planted on the place just between her breasts and he looked into her eyes, the fingers of his left hand grazing the piping of her bra. "I want to hear you." He requested.
She breathlessly nodded, burning for him in a way she could not contain for much longer. He smiled calmly, eagerly tugging the waistband of her panties from her hips and continuing to gobble her skin on the way to his destination. She steepled her right knee to slip her foot from her underwear, and the article of clothing was forgotten. Scott raised her legs on either side of his head as he slithered down the bed on his stomach to position himself within correct range of her nether regions. She pointed her toes, anticipating the first touch of his tongue...
His plush, velvety lips suckled onto her clit, tugging back on it with an animalistic playfulness. She arched her back, whimpering softly. He pressed his lips on her, sweeping his tongue through the scorching pool she had exuded, getting her juices onto his lips while lapping at them. She began to grip the sheets, moaning in a strained and desperate key.
"Oh yes... Scott..." she choked blissfully, parting her legs further for him.
His fingers operated closely with his mouth; he used them to part her lips and allow his lips and tongue more space to conquer. As he reached parts of her she never thought anyone would think to discover, she emitted more liquid for him to suck into his mouth.
"Ugnhh... oh Scott..." she whispered. "Scott..." she breathed, whimpering in a pitched cry, her chest heaving with the impending orgasm.
Her eyes opened, but the whiteness of the ceiling became skewed by enormous infrared flowers that bloomed gloriously. She felt the heat rise from her spine and spread smoothly through her limbs via the expanded capillaries. Her toes pointed to the summit of cramping and her legs began to quake.
"Oh my God... Scott..." she gasped, more gravity seeping from every inch of skin.
She came against his lips and he sucked hard, trying to capture her flavor. Her legs gave out and gently rested against the bed so she was laying spread eagle against the tousled beddings.
He held her wrists down.
Angela's eyes opened at this flash of imagination. She shook her head, shutting her eyes again.
"Oh Scott..." the girl moaned, her eyes merely slits of passion, her lips parted sexily. His head was buried against her neck, his lips working at the skin...
Angela's eyes opened again. Stoppit! Stop thinking about it! she thought frantically, squeezing her eyes shut this time.
"Scott..." the girl moaned, her brown tresses splayed upon the bed sheets in an elegant fan. "You feel so good..." she sighed as he pumped in and out of her at a steady rhythm. "Don't stop..."
"You're so tight..." he whispered, covering her lips with his own. "God Baby..." he groaned, rising up from her to look into her eyes. "God... Delta..."
"You okay?" Scott's voice invaded Angela's thoughts.
She looked at him, startled to see him so close beside her. She turned her face away, fending against the thick clot of tears in her throat.
"What's the matter?" he whispered, kissing the spot on her neck just below her jaw. "Hmmm?" he persisted. "What's the matter?"
Angela sighed calmly, swallowing furiously at the lump that was slowly severing her air supply. "Nothing." She whispered.
* * *
Later that evening, Frank's four sons sat in their usual places around the kitchen table, bantering between themselves, Bob and Clint warring childishly with their silverware. Frank brought a large pan of vegetable lasagna to the table, setting it on the lazy-susan in the center and laying the serving-spatula beside it. Sheila was washing her hands at the kitchen sink, but soon came to sit beside her husband at the table as well.
"Mmmm, looks good." Dave said, smiling at his stepmother.
Bob began with, "Yeah Sheils, we sure 'preciate your---"
"--- toil over the hot stove." Clint concluded.
Scott cringed. "I hate it when you two do that." He muttered, shaking his head.
"Well, actually, you have Stouffers to thank for this meal. It came pre-prepared. I just had to stick it in the oven for about an hour and a half." Their stepmother smiled, watching as Frank began to carve pieces into the family size pan of crème lasagna.
"That's better than Bob coulda done." Scott snickered.
"Okay." Frank cut in with a good-natured smile. "What's with the good moods?" he asked incredulously.
The four brothers exchanged looks between themselves.
"I think it's because they had their friends stay over this afternoon." Sheila provided.
Frank nodded, trying to start a calm, family conversation. "What did everyone do today?" he asked.
Scott grinned, a hint of blush creeping into his cheeks as he accepted a plate of lasagna from his father.
"I went shopping." Clint stated proudly. "And I picked those jeans up for you Dad." He added.
"Ahhh, thank you Clint." Frank nodded, remembering his previous request. "How was your shopping?" he asked, his true question being: "How much did you spend?"
"Lucrative." Clint replied, testing out a new word. "Me and Timber were quite successful." He nodded, satisfied.
Scott just chuckled at brother's slight misuse.
"What about you three?" Frank continued.
Dave and Bob smirked while Scott nearly choked.
"We just... uh... watched a little TV." Bob replied cutely, stabbing his fork into his square of lasagna.
The telephone rang across the room. Dave's chair scraped as he slid back, informing the others that he would answer it. He strolled across the floor while conversation continued at the table without him.
"Y'hello!" he answered cheerfully, leaning against the counter by the side door.
"Dave?"
"This is he... Angie?" Dave asked, low enough not to be heard, but just loud enough to seem casual. "Hey, can Scott call you back in a few? We just sat down to dinner."
"Actually..." Angela cut in. "I called to speak with you... just for a second, I don't mean to keep you."
"Oh," Dave said, not able to mask surprise. "What's up?" he asked, turning his back to his family.
"I was wondering if you could possibly come over for a little bit later and help me set up my computer." She said. "I have no idea what I'm doing and I figured you probably would..." she began to explain.
Dave nodded though she could not see him at the moment. "Sure." He replied. "About what time?" he asked.
"Ummm..." she hummed from the other end of the line. "How about eight-thirty?" she asked.
"Alright." Dave smiled cordially. "I'll be there."
* * *
Kelly, semi-turned on her heels to see the street from where she stood on Ben's front porch, awaiting his reply to the ringing of his doorbell. The thumping of footsteps could be heard from just inside and she turned back to the door, clasping her hands in front of her.
The sun had long since faded from its vibrant glow hours earlier, and the hazy blueness of dusk had taken its place. The streetlamps were illuminated, dancing with the tiny bugs that flocked around the immediate light. Fireflies buzzed in the juniper bushes beside the front steps of the Steiner home and Kelly occasionally caught sight of their yellow glow, sighing at the upsides of summer.
The door crunched open from the jamb and Jame Steiner loomed in the light from the inside hallway, reaching over to flick on the switch that cast the front porch in a yellow, artificial lighting.
"Hey Kel." Jame smiled, stepping back from the door with bare feet. "Come on in hon. Ben's in his room."
"Hey Jame." Kelly smiled, passing her in the foyer. "Can I go down?" she asked for the sake of being courteous.
"Yeah. He's just in his room smoking pot or something." His older sister replied, turning left for the kitchen. Her hair was long, artificially black, and pin straight, brushing over her backside as she strolled from the room.
"I'm here." Ben announced, nearly running into his sister as she walked through the archway to the next room.
"Whoop!" Jame giggled, patting her younger brother on the head. "Watch your way Benny."
Ben loosely linked his arm around her waist, smirking. He and his older sister were a converse pair standing side by side. His hair was short, brown, and curling, as it grew shaggier and further into his eyes, which were an ambiguous shade of green and brown. He was no more than five feet and four inches. Jame, on the other hand, was much taller with pale green eyes, and long, inky hair. Ben was clad in a pale yellow tee-shirt which read, "Shooters: have a nice coma!!!" Jame was clad in a beige peasant shirt with a paisley print. The chiffon of the loose sleeves fell over her knuckles and was quite translucent over her black bra. Ben wore loose khakis. Jame wore very low rising, wide legged jeans with rips at the knees. However, with all the contrasting, they seemed to be the perfect pair, always in perfect harmony with one another.
Jame ruffled her younger brother's wavy hair with her fingers. "Sorry for the mood Kelly." She apologized to the third party present. "I just woke up from a nap and I haven't had my coffee yet." She smirked, patting Ben's shoulder before disengaging from their contact.
"No prob, I know the feeling." Kelly smiled.
Jame smiled back, breaking the cordial expression with a yawn. "I'll see you two one mug of Folgers Crystals later." She announced, tip-toeing to the kitchen.
Kelly looked to Ben and smiled anxiously. "Do you have it?" she whispered.
Ben stepped closer, digging his hands in his front left pocket. He removed a small vial. "Here." He said, dropping the tiny container into her palm.
"Thanks doll." Kelly smirked coyly, kissing his cheek before heading back for the door. She paused, hand on the knob, turning back to him. "Hey... how about I stop by on my way back." She proposed.
Ben grinned. "You know I've never had a problem with that."
* * *
Dave's palms seemed to leak perspiration the entire walk to Angela's house. He continuously wiped them on his jeans. It was amazing to him that he still felt so many feelings for her after so much time had passed. The realization soon sank in that he had never actually been alone with Angela. In fact, he couldn't even recall a time when he and Angela had had a one-on-one conversation. This was mostly due to the fact that Scott rarely allowed Angela near his youngest brother, especially after what had happened in December.
Dave bit his lip. Angela's house was merely a few blocks from his and the walk had lasted roughly five minutes. He heaved a sigh, standing upon the sidewalk out front. The house looked relatively quiet. Against the darkened night sky, it appeared as if no one was even home. He swallowed, his heart thickening its pulse in his chest. The weather was breezy and mild, yet the youngest of the Moffatt clan felt as if he were overheating with apprehension.
"We're just friends." He murmured to himself, smiling softly with a bit of effort at the situation. "Yet I love her." He weighed, still planted on the block of cement. "So... I go in, because we're friends, because she asked me to come help her... or I leave. Because I'm chicken shit." He paused, a grin forming on his lips. "Hmmm..." he hummed comically. "What shall I do?" he asked himself with a chuckle, digging his hands into his pockets and starting up the front walk.
He was about to enter the beginnings of a storm.
* * *
"You wanna hear a funny joke?" Bob suddenly asked his best friend, seated on the couch beside her.
"Sure." Timber replied, her eyes on the television set in the Moffatt's living room.
"So, a man walks into a bar and he sees this horse right in the middle of the floor. And under this horse is this suitcase full of money." Bob began, his focus still the television as he sat up on the sofa with his legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles on the coffee table.
"I know this one!" Clint exclaimed, lying on his stomach in front of the coffee table and watching music videos as well.
"So the man goes to the bar tender and asks, 'Hey, what's with the horse man?'" Bob continued as if he hadn't even heard his twin.
"Spare us Bob, don't do the voices." Scott requested, sitting on the loveseat with Ben.
"The voices make the joke man! Shut up!" Bob exclaimed, shooting his brother a dark look.
"Go on." Frank urged from the recliner, also watching the old MC Hammer video.
"So ANYWAYS... the bar tender says, 'Well, if you can make the horse laugh, you can have the money. So far, no one's gotten it.' So the man smirked and says, 'I can make him laugh.' The bartender's pretty doubtful but says, 'Okay, go ahead. You make him laugh, the money's yours.'" Bob cleared his throat. "So the man goes to the horse and whispers something in his ear. The horse starts laughin, laughin, laughin. The man takes the suitcase of money and leaves. Well, moments later, he realizes he never got a drink. So he goes back into the bar, and this time he sees the horse again, with another suitcase of money underneath him. He goes to the bartender and says, 'What's with the horse? I just made him laugh and I got the money.' The bartender says, 'Well, this time, whoever can make the horse cry gets the money.' So the man grins and says, 'I can make him cry.' The bartender smiles and says, 'Be my guest.' So the guy takes the horse into the bathroom and two minutes later they both come out and the horse is cryin, cryin, cryin. So the bartender is baffled... flabbergasted. He asks the man, 'How did you make the horse cry and laugh? No one was able to! What's your secret?!'" Bob smirked broadly, ready to unleash his punch line. "So the man sits in a stool, orders a bloody mary and says, 'Well, you said make him laugh. So I told him that my dick was bigger than his. Then when you said to make him cry I showed him that it was.'"
* * *
Angela took a deep breath, methodically unbolting the front door and slowly opening it. "Hi Dave." She smiled, her shoulders relaxing. She chewed into her lip, her lashes sweeping as she lowered her eyes from his.
"Hey." Dave immediately responded as if he had run the entire way to her home. He silently sighed to slow his breathing.
She was wearing a pair of loose blue jeans and a singlet. Swaying the way she was at that moment, it appeared as if she were an angel of some sort, looming in the doorway, heavenly soft chocolate curls wild around her face, her voluptuous body awaiting his touch...
"Are... you going to come in?" she asked him, stepping back from the door a bit and smiling awkwardly.
Dave paused before nodding. "Yeah, thanks." He mumbled, immediately feeling idiotic. He wasn't quite sure how long he had just stood on the doorstep staring at her as if he were heavily sedated, but he knew it had to have been for a long enough time to cause discomfort.
The uncomfortable hellos were brought to a halt when Patti rushed into the foyer from the living room, all smiles and energy. Dave grinned, never able to resist the little girl's charm. She was dressed in yellow pajamas with large blue and purple butterflies printed all over them. The fabric of her one-piece suit with the little feet included was worn and downy with the beginnings of fuzz forming from the repeated runs through the dryer. Her curly hair bounced with her thumping steps, sweet mocha like that of her older sister. She had a large stuffed Barney tucked underneath her arm.
"Davey!" she exclaimed. "Kiss Barney!" she demanded, holding the stuffed dinosaur upwards towards him.
Dave smiled broadly, accepting the animal and pecking it lightly on the forehead. "There we go." He grinned, handing the toy back to her.
Angela smiled. "You're too sweet Dave." She commented, patting her little sister's hair.
"I haven't seen her in a while." Dave stated, staring at Patti fondly. "How old is she now?" he asked.
"Three." Angela replied. "And it's bedtime for this little one." She added in a playful voice.
Patti looked up at her sister with big brown eyes. "No bed." She announced.
"Yes bed." Angela disagreed. "Come on Love, I will tuck you in."
Patti extended her arms for Angela to pick her up and her sister did just that, holding her sister close and carrying her up the first few steps. She turned back. "Come on Dave, my computer is in my bedroom."
Dave's own raven eyes bugged at this assertion and he swallowed, smoothing his once-again sweating palms on his jeans. "Umm... okay." He stated dumbly, and followed.
* * *
Angela opened the door to her bedroom after the two had successfully gotten Patti to sleep, a process that had taken the better part of an hour. Dave had never been in her bedroom and took the medium-sized area in with his eyes. There was no specific motif, but the duvet was white with embroidered flowers. Underneath were yellow sheets printed with tiny blue flowers with green leaves. Her furniture was of a dark wood and classical, a bureau, a desk, a vanity, and a night table. She had several paintings on the white walls and they appeared to be homemade. He could immediately tell that she was a relatively neat person because it seemed as if everything was in a systematic order, down to her closet, which was half-open on the back wall. There was another door right beside the walk-in closet. He could see that that door led to the bathroom.
Dave blinked for a moment too long, inhaling the fresh scent that filled her bedroom. He briefly entertained the thought that girls always had nice-smelling rooms. He wondered how he could get his own room to smell like... fresh roses.
Angela cleared her throat, leaning gently on her desk. Atop her desk was a large box with a SONY logo on all sides. Dave surmised that that box contained her computer.
"So..." he trailed off, swinging his arms forward and clapping his hands together casually. His palms were warm and clammy again and he still felt rumbling warmth in his stomach, right below where the two sides of his rib cage met. "What're we up against?" he asked jovially, smiling at her.
Angela returned his smile. "I have no idea." She admitted, shrugging. "Why don't you open it. I don't know what I'm doing."
Dave nodded, pausing for a moment when he realized that he was still standing in the doorway. This would be the moment when he had to enter her bedroom. This would be the moment when he'd have to stand close to her. It was just moments before when they were sitting together beside Patti's toddler bed, smiling over the white railings and singing songs to her, making faces at her while she giggled. Things hadn't been so strange then... and it was just a few moments before. Dave noticed that things most likely weren't strange for Angela at that moment either. It was him. Just him.
"Alright." He relaxed. He had nothing to fear. She wasn't going to hurt him. "Let's get started."
* * *
"Hey, where's Dave?" Scott asked, finally bothering to look away from the television set.
"No clue." Bob replied.
The others were still fixated on the TV.
* * *
"So where are your parents?" Dave asked as he unloaded the different components from the large cardboard box. "Whoa, this is some good equipment you've got here." He added.
"They're in Tegucigalpa." Angela replied, leaning her hands forward on the other end of her desk and watching him.
"Tegucigalpa..." Dave hummed, pausing and looking up into the air to gather his thoughts. "That's... I know where that it." He commented. "That's... um..." he bit down on his lip. "That's the capital of Honduras." He finally claimed, pleased with himself.
"Very good Dave." Angela smiled, impressed. "Yes, they traveled there to see my father's cousin." She explained; her speech soundly slightly rushed with her thick accent. "So it is just me, Mia, and Patti for the week." She concluded.
"Oh, Mia's home?" Dave asked, continuing to unpack the laptop's components.
"She's on-call at the hospital tonight." Angela corrected.
Dave just nodded, wanting to dispel all traces of his discomfort with the suddenly presented situation.
"Dave?" Angela asked after a moment.
"Mmmhmmm?" he responded, raising his eyes to meet hers.
"I'm going to change into my pajamas really quick." She informed him, backing away from the desk while he began to hook up the attachments to her notebook computer.
"O-okay." Dave nodded, busying himself with the electronic equipment in front of him.
She was rummaging around in her bureau behind him. "Thank you for coming over." She added, far away this time. "I really have no idea when it comes to computers. I mean, I can use them, but I don't know what chord is what when it comes to setting things up." She chuckled.
Dave just smiled, hearing the sound of fabric rolling smoothly over skin behind him.
"Are you hungry?" she asked him.
"Oh... no. I'm fine. We had a late dinner." He responded, leaning over to plug the chord into the wall.
"Ahhh. I've forgotten." Angela chuckled, her voice nearing. "Is it that easy?" she asked, leaning down beside him this time to see what he was doing.
He was surprised to hear her voice so close and sat up abruptly, nailing his head on the bottom of her desktop. "Aghh..." he mumbled, clutching the contusion and grimacing.
"Oh!" Angela exclaimed; guiding him into a sitting position against the wall so he was facing her.
His eyes briefly scanned her body. Her pajamas consisted of a soft, cotton button down shirt with the cuffs and first three buttons undone. The cotton appeared gauzy and soft like that of Patti's beloved security blanket. This material was quite intimate concealment and he blushed. Her legs were exposed from her mid-thigh down to her bare feet with a shining toe-ring and dark red nail polish.
"Are you okay?" she asked, smiling at his gaffe.
Dave nodded, still grimacing. "You startled me." He chuckled.
"Sorry." She responded, extending her hand to him.
He took it without thinking and allowed her to aid him in getting to his feet.
"Ice?" Angela asked, glancing at the clock.
Dave shook his head. "I think I should be fine... thanks." He replied, returning his attention to the computer screen that had come to life. "It's just a small bump." He trailed off, pulling out her desk chair and sitting down after a moment's hesitation. "Okay... this is the tedious part." He began, shifting the subject.
Angela leaned over his shoulder, peering at the screen without her glasses on. "What's happening?" she asked.
"Well, this is where we have to program everything and download everything... it takes forever." Dave explained. "I just got a new lap top so I'm pretty familiar with this process." He smirked fondly, his fingers poised over the keyboard.
"Well, will we be pulling an all-nighter?" she asked cordially, turning slightly towards him when she spoke.
Dave just smiled sweetly. "I don't think so. It shouldn't take too long. I'll be out of your way soon, don't worry." He promised her.
Angela chuckled, a warm sound that seemed to resonate from deep inside her. "No, that's okay Dave. I get kinda lonely when it's just me and Patti. It's nice to have company." She paused. "How about I go get us something to drink?" she suggested. "My parents have an excellent collection of wines from my grandfather's vineyard. I'll go find a bottle."
"Um... uh... okay." Dave slowly accorded, a blush creeping into his cheeks.
"I'll be right back." Angela vowed, patting his right shoulder before leaving.
Her hand left a burning imprint on his skin.
* * *
Creeping into the kitchen, the tiles froze the bottoms of Angela's feet. She hurriedly went through the motions of removing a bottle of cranberry-grape wine, chilling in the refrigerator, then two glasses from the cupboard above one of the many countertop surfaces. As if on cue, there was a soft rapping at the large sliding door leading to the backyard. Angela tiptoed over, sliding the heavy door open.
"Hey." She whispered to Kelly who stood slightly left, amongst the light foliage.
Kelly grinned mischievously, entering the kitchen with the gust of sweet summer air. "Is he here?" she asked in her plain voice, swinging her hips arrogantly as she stalked towards the island counter with authority.
Angela nodded quickly. "Whisper, he's up in my bedroom."
Kelly smirked lewdly. "Damn Gie, you don't waste time, do ya?" she teased.
Angela made a disapproving face. "He's helping me with my computer."
"Two birds with one stone." Kelly nodded slowly. "You've really outdone yourself Angela. Not only are you going to get Scott back at his own game, but you're getting your computer set up too. My idol." She grinned.
"Shhh!" Angela hushed her, waving her silent. "I don't want him to hear you." She whispered, opening the fresh bottle of wine, using her shirt sleeve to buffer her hand as she wedged out the cork. She filled each glass with wine, carefully watching the dark reddish-purple liquid flood the clear goblets.
Kelly watched as well, her hazel eyes not as interested.
"Did you bring..." Angela began, raising her innocent eyes to meet those of her friend.
Kelly grinned, showing her rows of braced teeth. "Certainly my dear. The date rape drug." She smiled, supplying the vial from her tan purse. "Roofies, GHB... call it what you want. He's yours tonight."
Angela took a deep breath. "Am I doing the correct thing?" she asked, more rhetorically than anything else.
"Hell yeah Angela!" Kelly exclaimed in a hissing whisper, leaning near her over the corner of the counter. "Scott slept around, so you sleep around. Fuck Dave. It'll make you feel a whole lot better."
Angela was still staring off into the distance, not paying attention to what Kelly had to say. Kelly put her hand on her friend's forearm to regrasp that attention.
"Angela. This is what you have to do. So go get it girl."
Angela finally made eye contact, her brown orbs seeming dull and forlorn. "I just wish it... it didn't have to be like this." She said softly and thoughtfully.
"He fucked around." Kelly pointed out. "This probably wasn't the first time anyways. Remember what happened last time? And you just took him back. He promised he'd never do it again, yet guess what! He did." she put into perspective.
The other girl nodded. "You're right." She clarified.
Kelly smiled, opened the vial, and poured some of the powder into the first glass. Angela turned away from the counter and went to the pantry, returning with a bag of gummy bears.
"You ready?" Kelly asked, smiling innocently.
Angela took each glass in hand and smiled, raising her elbow so Kelly could tuck the bottle under her arm. The bag of gummy bears was secured between her teeth.
"Have fun." Kelly grinned, already heading for the door.
Angela followed her.
"And use a condom." Kelly added, smirking.
Angela rolled her eyes and nodded.
"Good luck." Her friend added, standing on her toes to kiss her friend on the cheek before disappearing through the sliding door and sliding it closed.
Angela hesitated for a moment then sighed. She headed out of the kitchen for the stairs.
* * *
"I got one." Timber spoke up. "This always makes me laugh." She added, chuckling at the mere thought.
"Lay it on me babe." Bob requested, still watching the television. A Beastie Boys video was on.
"Knock, knock." Timber said.
"Who's there?" Bob asked.
"The interrupting cow."
"The interr---"
"MOO!!!"
Timber bursts into peels of laughter. "Oh man... it never fails!" she chortled.
Bob too was laughing. "That's good!"
"I don't get it." Scott stated, stretched out on the couch in Ben's absence.
Clint had taken on the recliner after his father had gone to bed a half hour before. He was giggling lightly.
"And I don't expect you to." Timber smiled cutely.
* * *