Still Waters

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Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)

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Still Waters

Book 3



Chapter 5



Sam sat on the schoolyard bench, a handful of wet paper towels, wiping down his pant leg, hoping the mess would come off. Now and then groups of children, returning from the lunch break, would laugh at him, commenting that bathrooms were readily available in the school.


Sam ignored them.


The bench was the only closest sitting area, between the main school entrance and the car access from the street. He wouldn’t be able to miss his mother’s arrival here. Sure enough, the old green truck rattled into the parking lot and stopped close to the bench. He continued to wipe his pants.


“Hey, my little warrior, what happened?” she asked, kneeling down to him.


“Grandpa called you this morning,” he sighed. “Why are you late?”


“I never got his message. My phone’s been dead since before six this morning. What did he want me for?”


“He brought me to school late, and my lunch was left behind.”


“No lunch hu?” He shook his head. “Well…I guess it’s a good thing I wasn’t hungry on the road today. I got a PB&J if you want it.”


“Toasted?” he asked, suddenly hopeful.


“Cold…but of course, and there’s a smidge of butter under the peanut butter.”


“Awesome!!”


“Now, about this mess on your pants.”


“It’s nothing.”


“It smells like dog doo. Who did this?”


As though to answer her question for her, three boys about Sam’s age, filed passed. “Due Due Doggy!!” they chanted, with the last calling out, “Sammie the Dog Shit Lover!!”


Sam narrowed his eyes. “They’ll get theirs one day,” he vowed.


“Today may be that day. Did this happen on the school grounds?”


“Yes, this morning.”


“And the teachers and Principle did nothing?”


“As usual. And they wouldn’t let me call gramps or grams for a new pair of pants.”


“Ok. Come on.” She walked Sam to the back of the truck and dropped the bungee cord restrained tail gate.


“WOW!!!” Sam gasped, as his mother lifted the biggest super soaker water un he’d ever seen out of the back.


“I borrowed this, so you can’t keep it. But I’ll get you one, one day.”


Sam hefted the toy in his arms. “It’s already full!!!”


“And primed. They want to shit on you, then you go piss on them.”


“Mom!” It was rare that his mother ever swore in front of him. Then he smelled it, a strong aroma of ammonia, and it was coming from the water gun. “You mean…?”


“Cow piss. Courtesy of a kind dairy farmer.”


“Oh that’s gross!” He then smiled up at his mother. “You’re the coolest mom ever!”


“AND, in case you run out of ammo in the tank,” Aubrey produced a bag with a number of smaller colored round spheres, “pee grenades. Extra thin balloons so they’ll break easy. Just remember we have to pick up the rubber afterwards.”


“Ok.”


“Well…what are you standing here for? Go get ‘em!”


“YEAH!!!”


She smiled as Sam ran off into the schoolyard, quickly spotting the group of boys that threw the dung at him. She then pulled out another bag from behind the seat, then poured fresh water into a four liter ice cream container and left it on the floor of the truck.


“Mrs. Feather.” Called man nearing his sixties, if he wasn’t already there.


Aubrey glanced at him over her shoulder. “Principle Cameron.”


“I wanted to let you know that Sam has come to school covered in crap…yet again. I would appreciate you to take your motherly responsibilities more seriously.”


“Mr. Cameron, my son’s clothes are always clean when he leaves home. Where you…” and she looked him up and down, “are in desperate need of a mother…have you ever heard of an iron? Or even a dry cleaner?”


“Mrs. Feather…”


“Mr. Cameron, for the last week I’ve spoken to all your office staff about this matter, trying to get an appointment with you. I’ve also spoke with the teachers and other parents. Yet still you, and they, refuse to do a fucking thing. So…I’ve taken care of the whole ordeal…” and five boys came screaming around the bushes, one being Sam, with a long stream of water (with a little extra) flying from the end of his water gun, and a nearly empty bag flapping from his back pocket.


“MR. CAMERON!!!” the boys screamed. “He’s spraying us with piss!!”


Even the principle got hit with the liquid, before the water gun emptied. Sam then put the pistal in the back of the truck, smiling as a familiar distortion moved in the back, taking the water gun’s weight and easing it to the deck.


Sam then turned to his mother. “Thanks mom.”


“Mr. Cameron!” they boys cried.


“QUIET!!!” Aubrey yelled, and even the principle fell silent. “You boys have been warned, and spoken to by each of your parents. So here’s how its gona go. Your parents allow you to throw dog crap at my son…I will allow – and encourage – my son to spray each of you with waste water. If it’s not that day, it will be one day soon after, an you won’t know when.” She then turned her stern gaze to the principle. “You don’t’ want to deal with this Cameron, fine. I’ll deal with it.”


“I gotta go home and change!” wined one boy.


“Oh no,” Aubrey laughed. “My son isn’t permitted to call home to have fresh clothes, neither will you. OW MARCH!!! Get to class!”


“Fuck you Bitch!” screeched a boy.


Suddenly Sam threw a blue ball, landing the ball in a splash in the boy’s face. “WATCH YOUR MOUTH!!”


The boy ran away coughing.


“Now, Mr. Cameron, either you dump out the Captain Morgan form your coffee mug, or I’ll have you removed as principle. Do we understand each other?”


“You dare threaten me…!”


“No. That’s a promise. I’m one of your student’s parents, not some vagrant to be pushed aside!! There’s more than me here that aren’t happy with you, and I’m sure we could have you pulled inside of a day. NOW WAKE UP!!!”


Cameron just turned and walked away, mumbling – not so nice things she was sure – under his breath.


Sam bent down and picked up the broken balloon and put it in the bag, along with all the others, and dropped it in the back of the truck. “I got ‘em good in the corner of the jungle structure. They couldn’t get out!”


“Well maybe now they’ll think twice before doing that again. Now there’s a bar of soap and a bucket of water in the cab, and a change of clothes on the seat.”


“You’re psychic!”


“No, but with a water gun, your targets aren’t’ the only ones that get wet.” Sam jut hugged her and climbed into the truck. “Sandwich is in the bag. Get changed and washed before you eat.”


“Yes mom. Thank you.”


“I’m hoping to get a new day time job. I’m still looking, so hopefully I won’t have to work at night like I have been.”


“That’s good,” he stated, drying his hands and grabbing his new shirt. “But will you still be able to afford the lawyer?”


“Don’t you worry about that.”


“Mom,” he sighed, reseating himself after pulling on his jeans. “I’ve seen…”


“I know baby. I know…but remember, your room won’t be touched.”


“Mom, its ok…”


“No Sam. It’s your room, and when you come home, no matter what you see, your room will always reflect the home your dad and I made for you. And when all this lawyer stuff is over, we’ll leave here, and rebuild that home somewhere else.”


“We’ll leave dad!”


Aubrey put her arms around his shoulders. “Your dad will always be with us. His grave is just where his body is stored. His spirit is always with us, watching over us, protecting us. He’s even with us now. Can you tell?”


Sam looked around, his gaze resting on the strange kink in the otherwise perfectly straight school sign behind the truck. He smiled, then looked back to his mother, and nodded.


“And don’t you ever forget it.” She kissed his brow as the school bell rang behind her. “Ok. Come on, grab your lunch and get going. And don’t forget…” Sam turned back from running up the walk. “The boys ought to know by now how to use the bathroom.” Sam laughed and ran to the school. Aubrey dumped out the water and righted the clothes in the cab. Then drove away.


A short time later, she pulled up to her house. After taking her mail and flyer packs, and the stupid sample of dog treats on her door knob, she went inside, taking a moment to put everything down inside, before it fell, then closed the door. She sorted the mail, tossed out the junk, and went through the few bills. Power bill, cell bill; which reminded her to plug in the stupid phone, and a letter from the lawyer’s office, about the up coming hearing regarding the custody of Sam. After a careful repeated reading of the letter, that’s what she was able to figure out.


“Why can’t they just talk like normal people?” she asked aloud. She then opened another letter from the lawyer’s office. It was his bill, $1500.


Threading her fingers in her hair, she picked up her cellphone. While charging, she could still make calls with it, and she called her bank line, entered in her information and password, and hit a button for her account balance. $1375.62, that’s all she had left.


“Damn.”






Aubrey seemed quite content, and safe, going over the papers she picked up at the main entrance, Kal decided to explore her sparse abode more carefully. And sparse was being polite.


First, he went to the main living space, furnished with seating furniture that he thought would collapse if he even breathed on it. Around the room were thick polymer boxes, holding books, ornaments, and more papers, and image pages; like the one he had of Aubrey and the boy, only these were of many different images. Some were of an infant, others of a brown skinned black haired male holding the infant. Then another caught his eye.


It was of Aubrey, dressed in a simple white gown, slender along her body, her hair was drawn back and held, the lose ends curled around the top of her head. Her neck was adorned with just a ribbon of white, probably about the thickness of one of his fingers, and it looked like a fine jemstone was hanging off the middle of it.


She had a fine white mesh fabric flowing from the back of her head, and gently draped over her shoulders, the centers of her curls had a simple red flower pinned in them, and the flowers continued down the mesh, along the edges. She held a few flowers in her hands, hands that were covered in fine white cloth, even her fingers. The gown went all the way to the ground, hiding her feet, one knee was gently bend and made an elegant bump in the front of the dress.


He caught the purr before it became too loud, and gently ran his fingers down the front of the glass. He heard Aubrey say something behind him, but it wasn’t directed at him. From his touch to the surface, the image fame that rested on top of the one he was looking at, slid down into the box, revealing the remainder of the picture. Beside Aubrey, was the same brown skinned male, dressed in what he believed to be animal skins, fine buck skin brown, adorned with beads, and feathers. The two appeared to be standing on the deck of a dwelling, all decorated with ribbons and flowers.


He wondered what the image meant, what event had taken place to cause it to be preserved like this. Among Yautja, it was unheard of to have such images around. If his people kept such mementoes as these, there would be no room for the trophies.


“I don’t give a shit Cathleen, take it or leave it!” Aubrey stated.


Kal watched her pace back and forth in the hall, only going as far as the charging cord of the communications device would allow her to go. He stood and continued his exploration of the house. There was a dinning area off the living space, with an elegantly carved wooden table a chair set, suitable for a large family, and the chairs appeared to be large, and strong, enough to seat a full grown Yautja male, which was good. Perhaps, if she agreed to come with him, they could take the set with them, as a memento of her life. From what he could tell, it was hand carved.


After a brief tour of the cramped kitchen, and finding little in the line of food in either the cupboards, or cold storage compartment – a wall was between the kitchen and Aubrey, so the opening of the doors was not seen by her. He began to wonder just how bad her life really was on the planet. She was apparently mated, and obviously her mate had passed. How exactly did he die, and what honor had he left his family? Regardless of the relations he had with his own parents, or that of the females he mated with, Kal had always made sure his honor would out live him, and be carried by his mate.


Unfortunately his last mate, Fer’aza’s mother, was killed in a raid by a rival clan, while they were taking a family rest break on a planet, not far from a hunt site the main ship had stopped at. By the time the Elders had sent help, Kal had made sure his young daughter was safe in a cave, and his attackers were not only killed; but in his rage he skinned them, just to show how bereaved he was. He vowed not to take another mate until Fer’aza was mated herself. Now that had been achieved, he was free to seek a mate.


He headed up the stairs to the second floor, having to bend over deeply to get passed the angle in the ceiling. The facility room was at the top, ext to it was a bedding storage area. Then an empty room, that could have been a sleeping chamber, then another of the same next to it. The next room was decorated as a youngling’s room, toys common to Ooman children were all over the room, with a small bed for the youngster to sleep in. Smaller clothes were neatly folded both in the storage chest, and on the bed, while a small pile of soiled clothes were in a basket by the door.


He reclosed the door to that room, and proceeded to the next. If he was right, this would be the master sleeping chamber, where Aubrey would undress and lay for sleep. Such a room would be rich with her scent, and his mask, from what Ver’On had warned, may not be able to filter all of her scent. He prepared himself, and opened the door.


He expected to find a grand bed, with plush pillows, and thick covers, large storage chests for clothes, and the strong scent of female perfumes in the air, and give off the impression and scent of rich female aromas.


But such was not to be.






Only thirteen hundred left in her account. The lawyer had promised to make a deal for her, where he was a friend of her late husband. Quickly she dialed the lawyer’s office.


“Grenich – Anderson and – ” the receptionist began.


“Skip the intro Tanya, it’s me.”


“Hey Aubrey, you looking for Tom?”


“Yeah. Is he there?”


“Sure is, hang on.”


A moment later a man’s voice came on the phone. “Tom Ledger.”


“Tom, its Aubrey. I just got your bill. I thought you were going to only charge me half, and let me pay the rest at the conclusion of the case?”


“Aubrey…that is half.”


“That will wipe me out!”


“I’m sorry Aubrey, it’s the best I can do, and it has to be paid by this Saturday.”


“Well, I’ve got thirteen now, and I can have the rest next week…”


“Aubrey, I can’t extend it past this week.”


“Please. The first hearing is this Thursday…it’s my son.”


“I know Aubrey, but my hands are tied. I had to clear that amount with the partners before they would allow me to continue with your case.”


“That’s what you told Mike when you helped us with our wills.”


“I’m sorry Aubrey…”


“Save it. You’ll have your money. But by the end of next week, I BETTER HAVE MY SON!” She didn’t even give him the chance to rebut, and hit the disconnect button. She then looked at the bill once more.


There wasn’t much she could do. Her boss refused to give her any kind of an advance; she’d asked once already, and she’d already sold pretty much everything that she had of value. Except…she looked around. She’d have to do it. She had no choice. Her neighbor had told her that if she ever needed money, he’d pay her three hundred dollars. But there was no way at the time she would do it.


But she was up against a wall. There was nothing else she could do. She’d already sold the stove, someone was coming to get that today, and the wood stove went over a week ago. The dishwasher was long gone, and she needed the fridge and microwave, there was nothing else, but…


Reluctantly she picked up the phone and dialed a number. “Hey Cathleen, its Aubrey.”


“Hey girl, what’s up?”


“Tell Brian, that if he still wants the table and chairs, he can have them for eight hundred.”


“That seems a bit much.”


“Its hand carved Beech. You and Brian watched Mike make them. You know the quality, and eight hundred is a bargain.”


“I think I have three here at the house but that’s it.”


“Then I’ll put an ad in the paper…”


“Wait a second. I’ll give you three now, and the rest I’ll get Brian to bring home tonight, how’s that.”


She didn’t want to seem desperate, so she waited for a moment on the line. Then, “Alright, but I want it in writing.”


“What! That’s ridiculous, we’re friends…”


“I don’t give a shit Cathleen, take it or leave it!” Aubrey stated, pacing the hall. “I’ve been screwed over by a number of friends in the last few weeks, and I’m sick of it. In writing, or I put it in the paper.”


“Ok, ok…god, don’t have a cow.”


“You are the only person I know who says that any more.”


“I’ll call Brian now, then I’ll be right over.”


“Good.” And she hung up her phone. The eight hundred would clear the bill for the lawyer, as well as have a bit for food, and fuel, maybe fix the truck, and put some on the power and phone bills. Other than that, there was only her meager paycheck coming the following week, then there was the sale of the house, but so far she'd always found a way, and things weren't that bad yet.


Just then the door bell rang. On the other side of the door was Cathleen, a skinny thirty five year old newly wed; she’d been with Brian however for most of her adult life. She folded her cell phone closed, still panting. “Brian says deal, and he’s got no problem with me signing whatever.”


“Good. Come in.” She took her to the table in question, showing her that there were still no marks or chips in any of the wood. She then drew up a small receipt, with the not of promise to pay another five hundrd by the end of the day. Cathleen signed it with glee, and gave her a hug.


“Brian’s gona ask some of his buddies come out tonight with a truck to move it. What made you decide to sell it?”


She took a deep breath. All her neighbors knew was that she was planning on moving out of the city after the court case was settled. “The apartment I managed to get, is too small for it. And I can’t afford to move it anyway. And sense you and Brian admired it for so long, I thought it would be nice to sell it to those I knew would give it a good home.”


“You’re the best.” Cathleen gave her another hug, and skipped out the door. Aubrey couldn’t believe that she actually skipped.


The door safely closed once more, and locked, she went and sat down in her chair at the table, the last time she ever would. She remembered the first day that he saw the table, it was six months after Sam was born. Carefully she splayed her hand over the shine of the varnished top, locating the largest life ring on the surface. As she lay her head against the cool surface, she started to cry.


“I’m sorry, Mike,” she whispered. “I’m sorry. But he’s our son. I had no choice. Please forgive me…I promise, I’ll get it back some day. I swear.”


Softly her tears hit the surface, thinking back to that night, which seemed so long ago.






“Mike?” she called, threading her way through the house filled with unpacked boxes. She found him in the garage. “There you are.”


“Hey baby. How’s our little one?”


“Sam is finally asleep. I think he was a bit colicky.”


“Poor guy. He should outgrow that if I remember right.”


“Yeah, it’ll take a while though.” She looked past him to the pile of wood chips on the floor. “What are you doing?”


“I’m making something for the family. You, me, our kids…” he snickered, kissing her neck just below her ear.


“Would you stop, that’s how we got Sam…”


“…and how we’ll get more…” he laughed, as he licked her ear lobe.


“Stop!” she laughed, playfully. He loved it when she played hard to get, and she loved playing it. It was always fun. “What would make such a mess?” She took the broom from the hall, and started sweeping the chips toward the major pile in the room.


“Wood carving. And the Varnish on the table has been curing for about a week now. Come here.” He tossed the broom to the floor, and took her hand. “You’re gona love this,” and pulled the covering tarp off the frame that held it above a wooden table.


“WOW!” The legs were elegantly carved woodland animals. One was a moose, the other a whitetail deer, but she didn’t recognize the other two. “This is incredible!”


Mike came behind her, threading his arms around her waist. For only giving birth six months prior, she recovered her figure very well, and the fact that she nursed their son from the same breasts he laid his head between every night, only excited him more. He thread his fingers around both sets of hers against the table, pinning her hands in place. He then slid his free hand down her jogging pants, playfully stroking the tight curls of hair he found even lower. “You think this is good,” he said, as she gasped at his touch. “Wait till you see the chairs.”


“Cool.”


“You know what I’m gona do?”


“No. What are you doing?” she laughed, even though she knew full well just what he had planned.


“I’m gona fuck you,” he teased, noting how moist the hairs were the further he explored. Her breath became quick, as his fingers started massaging her flesh, every once in a while his finger tips would part her flesh and go deeper. “I’m gona lay you over this table, spread your legs over my shoulders, and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. You like that?” he asked, as she tried to part her legs, where he trapped her feet between his. He laughed.


“Yes,” she sighed, trying to keep his hand from going further down her pants.


“You want more?”


“Yes. But I’m gona make you work for it.”


“I shouldn’t have to work too hard,” he said. Suddenly he pushed her over the table, causing her to squeal. She loved it when he did things like that. Gently he pressed up against her, aggressively moving his hips to hers. He could hear her breathing become faster, and could almost hear her heart pounding out of her chest. He’d promised he wouldn’t make love to her till six months after their baby was born, to be sure she healed completly, and tonight would be the night.


“Tell me what you want,” he whispered. “Tell me…”


“You know what I want…” she gasped, as he purposely slowed his pace, pausing at the apex of her legs, before continuing.


“It’s been a while, you’ll have to remind me.”


“That’s cruel…”


“Why? You know I love it when you talk dirty.”


“I’m not going to allow that kind of talk in the same house as our kids.”


He pulled her hair away from her neck, licking her ear lobe, his hot breath snaking down into her ear, driving her up the wall, just as he knew it would. “So you want more kids do you?”


“FUCK YES!” she cried, feeling the heat in her body turn her legs to jello.


Mike pulled her up and turned her around, pulling her pants down her legs, forcing her to sit on the table, before pushing her down again. Her breath was quick with her excitement, and her skin warm to his touch. He guided her legs over his shoulders before lowering his head between them. She thread her fingers in his hair as his tongue lapped at her outer folds, before finally parting her skin to find the delights it was hiding. She gripped his hair as he sucked on her tiny nub, moaning as loud as she dared, knowing the tighter her grip, the more pull he’d exert. God she loved it when he did that.


Without warning, he thrust two fingers it her, careful in case she as still tender. She wasn’t. At least not in the way he was concerned. With her enthusiastic response, he thrust another finger into her, and began his teasing. Gently he thrust his fingers into her, quick and deep. She pulled his hair harder, and he responded.


He could feel his jeans getting tighter by the second. He had to get them off. As quickly as he could he unbuttoned his pants, and tried to squirm out of them, his teeth jamming hard to her tender flesh. She cried out at the sudden discomfort, but she seemed to enjoy it. He could feel her juices come faster, coating his hand and chin. He let her nub go with a loud slurp. “God I want to fuck you!” he growled, rising to his feet, making it easier for him to get out of his tight jeans.


“Then shut up and do it! Like you did that night on the swings.”


“Well, I can’t move the whole table,” he laughed, as he rubbed his engorged flesh along her eager folds.


“You know what the fuck I mean!” she gasped, as he teased her repeatedly.


“So your dirty talk comes out,” he laughed, leaning down to kiss her. “Come on my little bitch, tell me what you want.” She loved it when he called her his little bitch. He’d tried all other sorts of polite and loving pet names for her, but none of them got her hot like ‘his little bitch’ did.


She grabbed his head holding him still as she whispered in his ear. “I want you to fuck me…fuck me hard…fuck me deep…just fuck the shit out of me…then, I want you to try and fuck my ass.”


Slowly he berried his spire in her, each word she whispered his motivation to do exactly as she wanted. Inch by huge inch he slipped into her tight passage, till he felt her cervix at his head. “Tell me more bitch, tell me more – ” and he slammed his hips to hers “ – tell me what you love the most.” And he slammed into her hard again, her cries getting louder with each deep cry she gave. “Take it my little bitch, take my fucking cock. COME ON!!!” He grabbed her hips and slammed to his hilt deep into her, just as she loved. She cried out with each deep contact and the tightness her body felt around him.


When she first met him she was by no means a virgin, and had wanted a man who could fill her completely, but so far, none measured up. He was no virgin either when he met Aubrey, but he had trouble making love to the women he took to his bed, simply because he was too big to fit inside their bodies. This left him frustrated, and the ladies disappointed. He thought he’d have the same trouble with Aubrey, but as she was impressed with his physical size, he was delighted when she encouraged him to take her, no matter the small amount of pain there was. Then, like now, he dove enthusiastically into her.


“MIKE!!!” she cried, gripping his arms. “HARDER!! OH GOD!!! PLEASE HARDER!!!”


“Ok,” he smiled, and increased his pace, giving her body repeated poundings that felt harder then the last. “You like that?” he asked, as she cried out for more. Quickly he pulled out of her, turned her over and thrust back in, using her hips to pull her harder onto his shaft with each inward plunge.


“OH FUCK!!” she cried. “I’m gona cum!”


“Don’t talk about it…” he gasped, as he could feel his own release coming on. “Just do it!” And she did. Her body quaked, deep muscles clenched her insides hard around the invading flesh of him, trying to hold the delightful dagger of her torment inside her body. “OH SHIT AUBREY!!!!! You’re gona suck me dry!”


“In my ass!” she gasped. “Please! Cum in my ass.”


“Are you sure?”


“Yeah.”


“Ok.” He gave her a few more hard deep strokes, before pulling from her body, slipping his member up between her cheeks, spreading her liquids over where she wanted him to go. They’d been trying to do that for some time, before she became pregnant. So far he hadn’t succeeded in getting all the way in.


Gently he pressed the head of his member to her opening, and pressed. She relaxed as much as her climaxed body would allow, feeling his flesh slip gently through her passage. She could feel gentle touches on her cheeks, knowing it was his hand stroking his shaft, keeping up the pressure and friction, to encourage his own release. When he was in as far as he could get the last time, not even passed the rip of his head, he spat on her flesh, spreading the sticky mucus, that allowed him to inch in deeper. Suddenly the head of his cock disappeared into her body, and she let out a delightful relieving scream.


“Here I cum bitch!” he warned, and exploded into her ass. “OH FUCK!!!!!!! AAAAHHHH!!!” she delighted in the feel of his hot liquid splashing against her inner walls, and tried to move on him more, but he held her still. His release finally over, he looked down at her, and smiled. “Oh baby, you’ve no idea how happy you make me.”


Slowly she rose off the table, keeping her back arched to keep his softening flesh inside her. “Mike,” she gasped lovingly. “You feel so good.”


“And its only gona get better,” he vowed. “I promise, no matter what, I will always love you. I will always make love to you like you want me to. And if I die before you, I will send someone to you that I know will love you like me.”


She turned slightly to look at him. “Don’t talk like that. Don’t talk about dieing.”


“We have to,” he said. “It’s a fact of life. None of us are getting out of this life alive.” They chuckled together at his little joke. “Besides. I’ve already taken care of a few things just in case. For now…” and they turned to the baby monitor receiver, as the sound of a crying baby came over its speaker.


Aubrey laughed gently. “We’ll go change our son’s diapers. Lets go.”


“Hey! Put your pants back on…”


“Why?” she asked playfully from the door. “The windows are all shaded, and our son is too young to remember what I look like naked.”


He smiled as she disappeared down the hall. “Oh you little…” and he ran after her. “Your ass is mine!”


“It had better well be!”