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my
grandmother." Tears welled up in her eyes, and her hand came to her
mouth.
He was silent, just observing her warmly now,
not saying anything.
"She raised me. I just remember my mother
coming to Gram's house one time. I hid because they were yelling at
one another. My mother wanted money, and Gram didn't want to give
it to her because she said my mother would buy drugs with it. And
my mother never even said good-bye to me."
"And what did your mother look like? I'm
really a visual person. Describe her. Describe your Gran."
"My mother had the same hair color as mine,
shorter, messy looking. And her face was sunken, like she hadn't
eaten for a while. Then Gran just had white hair ever since I could
recall. And she was short."
"And your father?" he asked softly, shifting
a bit in his seat.
"Do you need me to work on you?" she
asked.
"Not just yet. I took a pain pill earlier.
Your father?"
"He died when I was a baby, apparently. I've
seen pictures of him in Gran's house, but that's all. He had black
hair, and dark eyes. Handsome. He was Gran's only son, really all
that was left of her family."
"What did he die of, do you know?"
She scanned his face with her eyes, and he
watched her eye color changing from brown to almost a light brown
with gold flecks more noticeable. And she hesitated before she
said, "A car accident. I'm sorry to bring that up."
He shrugged, but Jace could sense a slight
change in him. He said, "It's part of my life. Actually a part of
everyone's life. Who doesn't know someone who's life was cut short
by a car accident?"
"At any rate," Jace continued, trying to
skirt around the sensitive issue, "Gran was my mother and father
both. She'd help me with my homework, took me to my gymnastics
classes and came to all the parent's nights at school. All the kids
liked her. She was a favorite. They'd all come and hang out at our
house after school."
The tears were back and ran down her cheeks
now as she stared at the plane's portholes.
"What happened?" he asked gently.
"A fire. I woke up in the middle of the
night, walked out to the hallway, smelled the smoke, and saw flames
three feet high in front of me. I ran back and shut my door. I
didn't know what to do. We never talked about that possibility, you
know, fire in the house.
My window was open, and I jumped down from
the second story, actually, hung from the gutter, then dropped. The
hose was right there. I turned it on full blast and screamed for
the neighbor." Her voice softened. "I couldn't save her. I tried
going back in the house through the rear door. But there was a
giant back-draft that blew me off my feet."
She wiped at her tears with one hand. "I
tried. Then I just screamed and screamed. I don't remember anything
else." She sobbed.
"Come with me," he said gently, as he led her
to the bedroom. Pulling her down, he lay next to her, and opened
his arms, drew her in close, closer, stroking her hair and
murmuring softly in her ear.
He ignored his hardness which always seemed
to come with being close to this woman.
She took a shaky breath before she returned
his hug, with her arms around his waist.
When she woke later, she realized they'd
fallen asleep, as she heard his even breaths.
But when she tried to move away, his arms
tightened around her. "Mmmm," he said softly, "don't move. You fit
into me perfectly right there."
She had to admit, it felt good holding
someone close for a change, and she relaxed.
Ram began whispering in her ear,
unintelligible sounds, and she found the familiar heavy sensation
begin inside her, settling now between her legs. He always seemed
to produce it, with his looks, his voice, and his whispers.
And Ram thought she was so very sexy in his
arms, so sensual as she moved slightly closer, and edged towards
his hardness.
It was on her now, moving, thrusting, and he
heard her slow release of breath.
"What turns you on, sweet pea?" he whispered,
as his hands roved her smooth back, then her hair. "Are you
grandmother." Tears welled up in her eyes, and her hand came to her
mouth.
He was silent, just observing her warmly now,
not saying anything.
"She raised me. I just remember my mother
coming to Gram's house one time. I hid because they were yelling at
one another. My mother wanted money, and Gram didn't want to give
it to her because she said my mother would buy drugs with it. And
my mother never even said good-bye to me."
"And what did your mother look like? I'm
really a visual person. Describe her. Describe your Gran."
"My mother had the same hair color as mine,
shorter, messy looking. And her face was sunken, like she hadn't
eaten for a while. Then Gran just had white hair ever since I could
recall. And she was short."
"And your father?" he asked softly, shifting
a bit in his seat.
"Do you need me to work on you?" she
asked.
"Not just yet. I took a pain pill earlier.
Your father?"
"He died when I was a baby, apparently. I've
seen pictures of him in Gran's house, but that's all. He had black
hair, and dark eyes. Handsome. He was Gran's only son, really all
that was left of her family."
"What did he die of, do you know?"
She scanned his face with her eyes, and he
watched her eye color changing from brown to almost a light brown
with gold flecks more noticeable. And she hesitated before she
said, "A car accident. I'm sorry to bring that up."
He shrugged, but Jace could sense a slight
change in him. He said, "It's part of my life. Actually a part of
everyone's life. Who doesn't know someone who's life was cut short
by a car accident?"
"At any rate," Jace continued, trying to
skirt around the sensitive issue, "Gran was my mother and father
both. She'd help me with my homework, took me to my gymnastics
classes and came to all the parent's nights at school. All the kids
liked her. She was a favorite. They'd all come and hang out at our
house after school."
The tears were back and ran down her cheeks
now as she stared at the plane's portholes.
"What happened?" he asked gently.
"A fire. I woke up in the middle of the
night, walked out to the hallway, smelled the smoke, and saw flames
three feet high in front of me. I ran back and shut my door. I
didn't know what to do. We never talked about that possibility, you
know, fire in the house.
My window was open, and I jumped down from
the second story, actually, hung from the gutter, then dropped. The
hose was right there. I turned it on full blast and screamed for
the neighbor." Her voice softened. "I couldn't save her. I tried
going back in the house through the rear door. But there was a
giant back-draft that blew me off my feet."
She wiped at her tears with one hand. "I
tried. Then I just screamed and screamed. I don't remember anything
else." She sobbed.
"Come with me," he said gently, as he led her
to the bedroom. Pulling her down, he lay next to her, and opened
his arms, drew her in close, closer, stroking her hair and
murmuring softly in her ear.
He ignored his hardness which always seemed
to come with being close to this woman.
She took a shaky breath before she returned
his hug, with her arms around his waist.
When she woke later, she realized they'd
fallen asleep, as she heard his even breaths.
But when she tried to move away, his arms
tightened around her. "Mmmm," he said softly, "don't move. You fit
into me perfectly right there."
She had to admit, it felt good holding
someone close for a change, and she relaxed.
Ram began whispering in her ear,
unintelligible sounds, and she found the familiar heavy sensation
begin inside her, settling now between her legs. He always seemed
to produce it, with his looks, his voice, and his whispers.
And Ram thought she was so very sexy in his
arms, so sensual as she moved slightly closer, and edged towards
his hardness.
It was on her now, moving, thrusting, and he
heard her slow release of breath.
"What turns you on, sweet pea?" he whispered,
as his hands roved her smooth back, then her hair. "Are you
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