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thinking about the situation and let herself slip
into the pleasure.
Her decision was eventually made unconsciously. As Jake continued
to pleasure her, he was still distant. His entire attention was on
whatever it was that his unfocused eyes saw. As his own pleasure grew
he gave a drawn-out sigh. He interrupted himself by speaking.
“Oh, Shelly...”
Andi didn't think, she just responded.
“No I'm not Shelly, I'm Andi. Sorry, but I'm not her and I
can't be her for you.”
Jake's eyes snapped wide open. He gazed down at her, flinching as
though the words were a physical blow. The agony of a long open wound
temporarily scarred his visage before he tried to lock his expression
down. His efforts were to no avail. Emotions; his sorrow, his anger,
his despair all ran across his face in an instant that lasted an
eternity for her. She saw his eyes begin to tear up before he pulled
himself out of her and left the room.
Andi was shocked. She swung herself onto the edge of the bed, all
the while thinking.
Where did that come from? I thought I decided not to say
anything and just let it slide. I don't think it would have been
possible to phrase that worse or to pick a worse time to say
something about it. Hell! He's going to kick me out, I know it. Oh
shit, or he's going to do something stupid. I better go find him and
make sure he doesn't. Not that he's going to want to see me now but
it isn't like I've got anything left to lose.
Andi got dressed and went searching for
Jake. He wasn't difficult to locate. She could hear his racking sobs
as soon as she entered the hallway. She followed the sound down to
the basement and found that he was in the one room she hadn't been in
yet. She hesitantly tested the doorknob, finding it locked.
She sat on the basement floor, Jake's
heart-wrenching sobs drawing her own misery from her. There was
nothing and no-one in her past life that could ever have drawn that
kind of emotion from her. She sat and thought.
Am I better off because nothing can affect me that way or have
I missed out on something important because nothing means that much
to me? I can hear his agony, what must his life have been like before
to cause this much pain now? Can anything ever be that important to
me? Would I want it to be?
This is all my fault. Should I just wait until he comes out?
Should I tell him that I'm here if he needs a shoulder? Would he even
want to acknowledge my existence right now?
Andi firmed her courage, stood, and
walked to the door. She knocked on it firmly.
“Jake, I'm here if you need
anything. I'm sorry for what I said, I didn't think about it at all.
My mouth just opened and spewed that garbage.”
The crying abated, or at least
softened, as she spoke. When she was done speaking, she could hear
him on the other side of the door. He was trying to get his crying
under control.
“Leave me alone. I need some
time.”
Andi's bitchy side really wanted to
comment here, something along the lines of 'If more than two years
hasn't been enough for you to come to grips with your loss, is
another hour going to help?'
Lips clamped shut on her vitriol, she
climbed the stairs. There were some chores she knew how to do
already. She'd go and do any of them that still needed doing today.
That would give him some time to himself. If he was going to do
something stupid, then he would. She couldn't get through the door to
stop him if that was his decision.
She ran through the few things that she
was confident she could do correctly, finishing by checking the
chicken coop for eggs. Once she was done, she found herself sitting
on the ground outside the coop, holding one of the hens that had been
making noises as though it were trying to talk. A palm full of
scratch in one hand had the chicken contentedly staying in her lap,
pecking at the treat as she stroked its feathers.
Her mind was racing again. She was
trying to decide why, exactly, she'd come out with that statement
when Jake sighed his ex-lover's
into the pleasure.
Her decision was eventually made unconsciously. As Jake continued
to pleasure her, he was still distant. His entire attention was on
whatever it was that his unfocused eyes saw. As his own pleasure grew
he gave a drawn-out sigh. He interrupted himself by speaking.
“Oh, Shelly...”
Andi didn't think, she just responded.
“No I'm not Shelly, I'm Andi. Sorry, but I'm not her and I
can't be her for you.”
Jake's eyes snapped wide open. He gazed down at her, flinching as
though the words were a physical blow. The agony of a long open wound
temporarily scarred his visage before he tried to lock his expression
down. His efforts were to no avail. Emotions; his sorrow, his anger,
his despair all ran across his face in an instant that lasted an
eternity for her. She saw his eyes begin to tear up before he pulled
himself out of her and left the room.
Andi was shocked. She swung herself onto the edge of the bed, all
the while thinking.
Where did that come from? I thought I decided not to say
anything and just let it slide. I don't think it would have been
possible to phrase that worse or to pick a worse time to say
something about it. Hell! He's going to kick me out, I know it. Oh
shit, or he's going to do something stupid. I better go find him and
make sure he doesn't. Not that he's going to want to see me now but
it isn't like I've got anything left to lose.
Andi got dressed and went searching for
Jake. He wasn't difficult to locate. She could hear his racking sobs
as soon as she entered the hallway. She followed the sound down to
the basement and found that he was in the one room she hadn't been in
yet. She hesitantly tested the doorknob, finding it locked.
She sat on the basement floor, Jake's
heart-wrenching sobs drawing her own misery from her. There was
nothing and no-one in her past life that could ever have drawn that
kind of emotion from her. She sat and thought.
Am I better off because nothing can affect me that way or have
I missed out on something important because nothing means that much
to me? I can hear his agony, what must his life have been like before
to cause this much pain now? Can anything ever be that important to
me? Would I want it to be?
This is all my fault. Should I just wait until he comes out?
Should I tell him that I'm here if he needs a shoulder? Would he even
want to acknowledge my existence right now?
Andi firmed her courage, stood, and
walked to the door. She knocked on it firmly.
“Jake, I'm here if you need
anything. I'm sorry for what I said, I didn't think about it at all.
My mouth just opened and spewed that garbage.”
The crying abated, or at least
softened, as she spoke. When she was done speaking, she could hear
him on the other side of the door. He was trying to get his crying
under control.
“Leave me alone. I need some
time.”
Andi's bitchy side really wanted to
comment here, something along the lines of 'If more than two years
hasn't been enough for you to come to grips with your loss, is
another hour going to help?'
Lips clamped shut on her vitriol, she
climbed the stairs. There were some chores she knew how to do
already. She'd go and do any of them that still needed doing today.
That would give him some time to himself. If he was going to do
something stupid, then he would. She couldn't get through the door to
stop him if that was his decision.
She ran through the few things that she
was confident she could do correctly, finishing by checking the
chicken coop for eggs. Once she was done, she found herself sitting
on the ground outside the coop, holding one of the hens that had been
making noises as though it were trying to talk. A palm full of
scratch in one hand had the chicken contentedly staying in her lap,
pecking at the treat as she stroked its feathers.
Her mind was racing again. She was
trying to decide why, exactly, she'd come out with that statement
when Jake sighed his ex-lover's
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