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name. There were only two reasons
that came readily to mind and she wasn't sure that she liked either
of them.
The first possibility was that she was
being demanding. Their deal stipulated the physical only, that her
body was his for sex whenever and however he wanted. It said nothing
about feelings or emotions. Was she insisting that he acknowledge her
just for keeping to her end of the deal? His offer made so much more
sense to her now. He wanted a body to fuck while keeping his dead
lover foremost in his mind.
The second possibility frightened her.
She thought it was probably the correct one though. Could she be
falling for Jake? Their two days of acquaintance didn't seem like
enough time for that to occur but she found herself worrying about
him as much, or more than, she worried about herself. Was she trying
to replace Shelly? Drive him out of his melancholy memories, bring
him into the present, and get him to fall for her? She thought about
being the focus of positive emotions that were equivalent in strength
to the negative ones that had left Jake sobbing and was, in equal
parts, scared and thrilled at the concept.
Andi sat and thought as time passed.
She was sure there were other things that ought to get done but she
didn't know what they were or how to do them. Within the first
fifteen minutes she'd returned the chicken to the coop. Once the
scratch was gone it was no longer interested in staying with her.
Now she simply sat and listened to the
chickens clawing at the ground and making strange little noises that
she'd never known chickens made.
An hour or so passed before she heard
the door at the front of the house open and close. She sat and
waited. Equal parts of hope and dread filled her as she waited for
him to come around to the back of the house. But she waited in vain,
time passed and there was no sign of Jake.
Finally she got to her feet and went
around the front of the house. There was still no sign of Jake
anywhere. She wandered around outside, searching all the areas that
he'd shown her so far. When she still didn't find him, she searched
inside.
She entered the house to find that he
wasn't in the living room. A few steps told her that Jake wasn't in
the kitchen either. She went down the hall to the bedroom, glancing
in the bathroom on the way. He was in neither of those locations.
Andi began to panic. She was still
worried that Jake might do something stupid. She headed down into the
basement. First she checked the library, empty. The store room was
full of supplies, but still no Jake. She walked over to the third
door and knocked gently. The door swung open.
----
Chapter
9 – Putting the Past to Rest
The room was about the same size as the library. It was sparsely
furnished with only an armchair, a coffee table, and a low table
butted up against one of the walls. The illumination came from
another string of LED lights, which had been left on. A variety of
objects were scattered about the tables.
On the coffee table sat a paperback romance novel, a bookmark
protruding from it. Beside it was a stuffed animal, a black and white
cat. A scarf lay entwined between the book and stuffed animal.
The low table held a bottle of perfume, its scent lingering
faintly in the air. A hairbrush, honey-brown hair tangled in its
bristles, rested beside the perfume. A silver necklace with a Celtic
knotwork pendant was coiled in the middle of the table. A greeting
card lay beside the necklace and a white-gold ring with a small
diamond set in it claimed an entire portion of the table for itself.
The wall above the low table was plastered with photographs. Andi
looked at them and saw that Shelly was the subject in nearly all of
them. In many of them she resembled Andi even more than she had in
the picture Andi found upstairs.
One photo stood out from the rest, it wasn't a true photograph but
a small black square with blotches of white on it. Andi recognized it
easily enough, it was an ultrasound picture showing a
that came readily to mind and she wasn't sure that she liked either
of them.
The first possibility was that she was
being demanding. Their deal stipulated the physical only, that her
body was his for sex whenever and however he wanted. It said nothing
about feelings or emotions. Was she insisting that he acknowledge her
just for keeping to her end of the deal? His offer made so much more
sense to her now. He wanted a body to fuck while keeping his dead
lover foremost in his mind.
The second possibility frightened her.
She thought it was probably the correct one though. Could she be
falling for Jake? Their two days of acquaintance didn't seem like
enough time for that to occur but she found herself worrying about
him as much, or more than, she worried about herself. Was she trying
to replace Shelly? Drive him out of his melancholy memories, bring
him into the present, and get him to fall for her? She thought about
being the focus of positive emotions that were equivalent in strength
to the negative ones that had left Jake sobbing and was, in equal
parts, scared and thrilled at the concept.
Andi sat and thought as time passed.
She was sure there were other things that ought to get done but she
didn't know what they were or how to do them. Within the first
fifteen minutes she'd returned the chicken to the coop. Once the
scratch was gone it was no longer interested in staying with her.
Now she simply sat and listened to the
chickens clawing at the ground and making strange little noises that
she'd never known chickens made.
An hour or so passed before she heard
the door at the front of the house open and close. She sat and
waited. Equal parts of hope and dread filled her as she waited for
him to come around to the back of the house. But she waited in vain,
time passed and there was no sign of Jake.
Finally she got to her feet and went
around the front of the house. There was still no sign of Jake
anywhere. She wandered around outside, searching all the areas that
he'd shown her so far. When she still didn't find him, she searched
inside.
She entered the house to find that he
wasn't in the living room. A few steps told her that Jake wasn't in
the kitchen either. She went down the hall to the bedroom, glancing
in the bathroom on the way. He was in neither of those locations.
Andi began to panic. She was still
worried that Jake might do something stupid. She headed down into the
basement. First she checked the library, empty. The store room was
full of supplies, but still no Jake. She walked over to the third
door and knocked gently. The door swung open.
----
Chapter
9 – Putting the Past to Rest
The room was about the same size as the library. It was sparsely
furnished with only an armchair, a coffee table, and a low table
butted up against one of the walls. The illumination came from
another string of LED lights, which had been left on. A variety of
objects were scattered about the tables.
On the coffee table sat a paperback romance novel, a bookmark
protruding from it. Beside it was a stuffed animal, a black and white
cat. A scarf lay entwined between the book and stuffed animal.
The low table held a bottle of perfume, its scent lingering
faintly in the air. A hairbrush, honey-brown hair tangled in its
bristles, rested beside the perfume. A silver necklace with a Celtic
knotwork pendant was coiled in the middle of the table. A greeting
card lay beside the necklace and a white-gold ring with a small
diamond set in it claimed an entire portion of the table for itself.
The wall above the low table was plastered with photographs. Andi
looked at them and saw that Shelly was the subject in nearly all of
them. In many of them she resembled Andi even more than she had in
the picture Andi found upstairs.
One photo stood out from the rest, it wasn't a true photograph but
a small black square with blotches of white on it. Andi recognized it
easily enough, it was an ultrasound picture showing a
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